Page 172 of Arturo's Temptation

“I can’t, Bella… I?—”

“No. You don’t get to do that anymore. You don’t get to shut yourself away and leave me on the outside. That’s not how our relationship works, remember? I’m not scared of your demons, Arturo, and neither should you be.”

“How has this happened?” His eyes had become glassy. “I held her as she died, and now she’s here tellin’ me it was all a lie. That all this time I’ve grieved her she was alive…? I don’t understand, Bella…” his voice broke as a fierce shudder ripped through his chest.

“Shh, come here.” I wrapped my arms around him, as he pulled me up onto his lap, side on. “You’re okay. I’m here.” He buried his face into the crook of my neck. “It’s going to take time, baby, to understand what happened?—.”

“I know what happened. It was him. Frank Hamilton… He took her. Damaged her.”

“What do you mean?” I pulled back on a frown.

“Shit. It’s hard to explain. But that ain’t my mum. She looks like my mum, and she sounds like my mum. But she ain’t. It’s like she’s been… warped. Does that make sense?” His eyebrows furrowed as I ran my fingertips across his cheek.

“Yes, it does.” He nodded before staring at the wet towel draped across the armchair.

“I noticed what you did for her. You didn’t need to do that.”

“I know, but you’re my boyfriend and she’s your mother.” His hand caressed my stomach, our little one bouncing their foot off his hand.

“I don’t deserve both of you.” he sighed.

“Don’t talk shit about how you don’t deserve us, because you do. I couldn’t think of anyone more deserving.” Arturo wasso damn special. Why couldn’t he see that? “Whatever happens next we’ll get through, okay? I’m here every step of the way.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” His lips met mine, and just like that everything he was feeling melted away.

“So, do you want to show me what you got for our beautiful baby?” he asked with a soft smile.

“Eres mi sol,mi único sol, me haces feliz cuando el cielo está gris.”

I awoke to the sound of Arturo singing to my belly, it was the only time I’d ever hear him sing and I loved it. And no matter how cliche it sounded, it was a moment I would cherish for the rest of my life.

“Good morning,”

“Sorry, did I wake you, my love?” He asked, hovering over me.

“Yes, but in the best possible way.” I smiled, stretching my arms above my head.

“Best possible way, eh?” he smirked, with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Challenge accepted.”

Heat shot to my core as Arturo sank between my legs, sliding them open with purpose. “Voy a perderme en tu coño.”

I groaned as he nipped at my inner thigh and teased my aching pussy with his fingers.

My legs trembled as he flickered his tongue across my clit. The need to have him touch me had been intense before I’d become pregnant, but now? Now, I couldn’t get enough of him, and he loved it.

Warmth filled my chest as he placed kisses against my inner thigh. Damn, he’d started all over again. I wriggled against the sheets, frustrated. But he didn’t leave me waiting for long, he slid a finger inside me as I let out a quiet whimper. His touch was slower and gentler than usual. Almost as though he wanted to savour every second. I couldn’t hide the pleasure I felt as he thrust another finger inside me and began to make come here motions, hitting that delicious spot each and every time.

Just when my clit began to throb, his tongue flickered over it, the sensation so intense it already had me spiralling.

“Esos ruidos serán mi muerte,” he whispered against my pussy. “Mi buena puta niña.”

I gripped the sheets as he alternated between nips and sucks on my clit, my breathing shuddered as his fingers worked me in perfect sync. I couldn’t hide what this man did to me. He knew me so well. Better than I knew myself. Even if Arturo was blindfolded, with his hands tied behind his back, he would be able to could make me come. Every inch of my body was his to command, his to control.

“Oh, fuck.” That dawning sensation of something uncontrollable building sent sparks flying behind my eyelids. Sweat pricked along my forehead as my body began to quake. “Arturo, I’m close.” His fingers began to thrust harder and faster, and my body greedily took it all.

“Come for me,hermosa. Give me everything.”

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