Page 113 of Arturo's Temptation

“Don’t feel bad, Ty, you just can’t keep up anymore.” I offered my hand to help him off the floor, which he accepted with a grin. “Besides I may have learned one or two new tricks.”

“I can see that. Thanks for teaching her all that, dude.” He gave Arturo his best death stare.

“You’re just jealous he didn’t teach you,” I quipped, grabbing my water and heading upstairs.

“Yeah, well… there’s still time. You just wait and see,” he shouted as I was halfway out the door.

An hour later,I wandered down the corridor, freshly showered and ready for the rest of the day. My bags were packed for Lily’s wedding, all that was left was to hit the road with Arturo tomorrow. I knew I needed to discuss a couple of things with my Papa before I left and I knew just where to find him, where he always was… his office.

I tapped lightly on the mahogany door, waiting for his acceptance to enter, but there was nothing but silence. Tapping again, I waited… nothing.

Fuck it.

“Pa,” I blurted out as I pushed open the door, but who was sitting behind that desk wasn’t who I expected. The man sitting behind the desk was the man who stole my heart. He was sitting in my father’s chair, feet up on the desk, deeply inhaling his cigarette. “You’re not my...”

“Good fuckin’ job I ain’t,” he smirked and cocked his head to the side. “Come in, and shut the door.” I mirrored his actions as my head fell to the opposite side.

“Where is everyone?” I asked, not moving from my spot.

“Gone out. Now… shut the door,” his voice deepened.

Letting out a little huff of irritation, I kicked the door closed.”Arturo, what are you doing in here?” He didn’t answer and just stubbed out his cigarette in my father’s ashtray that usually homed cigar ends. “Arturo, for fucks sake!”

“Watch your tone, darlin’,” he removed his feet from the desk and turned his full attention to me.

“What’s going on with you?” I folded my arms across my chest.

“Take off your clothes and crawl to me.” I raised my eyebrows as his tongue toyed with his lip ring.

“Excuse me?” I was taken aback, nerves taking over my body.

“You heard… Crawl to me like a good fuckin’ girl.” I shook my head, my mouth drying with every passing second.

I turned to lock the door, my stomach somersaulting.

“No.” I frowned and turned back to him. “Leave it unlocked.” His tone was growing lower.

“But someone could come in!” I squeaked.

“True. Why, are you scared, princess?”

“N-no.”That was a damn lie, and he knew it.

“Then leave the door and don’t keep me waitin’. I want to fuck you over the desk.” He wasn’t joking, his tone was dominant and demanding.

I dropped my hand from the door and took a breath to calm my nerves, or at least tried to.

What was this man doing to me?

He watched me through an intense, hooded stare, I turned back to face him. Swallowing, I lifted my tank over my head and tossed it on the chair before unbuttoning my shorts and slowly stepping out of them. I went to drop to my knees when his low, controlling voice stopped me.

“Those too, Bella,” he gestured to my panties. My fingers toyed with the waistband as my nipples hardened under his stare. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I lowered the lace down my legs. Only this time when I stepped out of them, I tossed them in Arturo’s direction. In one swift movement, he caught them up and inhaled my scent.

“You smell so fuckin’ sweet, hermosa,” he crooned, eyes wide with delicious dark intent. I sank to my knees. My body shook, and my heart pounded violently. “Keep your eyes on me, Bella,” he ordered.

I crawled across the floor to him, never once taking my eyes off of his. I had never been so turned on in all my life. I didn’t know if that was wrong or if it was so fucking right, but every inch of me burned with desire and need. The need to be bent over and fucked.

At this point, I no longer gave a shit who could walk in and catch us.

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