Page 19 of Arturo's Temptation

“Stop staring at my ass, and watch something else,” she snapped through clenched teeth.

“Like what, exactly?” I approached the front of the treadmill, my sight drawn again to her chest.

"Anything other than me," her tone was fierce but fortunately for me I enjoyed playing with wild, wicked things. Isabella needed to learn and learn fast that in this partnership, I called the shots.

I slowed the treadmill until she was at walking speed. “Right, off you get.”

“You know the word ‘please’ wouldn’t go a miss,” she huffed. There was a frown line between her eyebrows, and it wasadorable. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you any manners?” And there it was. The rage currently filling my veins must have been written all over my face because her eyes suddenly became confused and regretful.

I took a deep inhale through my nose and let it slowly out before cracking my neck. Blocking out the memories, I stepped closer to her and kept my tone low. “Speak about my mum again, Isabella, and I’ll make it so you aren't able to sit for a fuckin’ week.”Her eyes widened, but not in fear. Deep in their icy depths flickers of heat and desire flashed in them. “Now get on the floor.”

“No,” she mouthed, raising a single eyebrow.

“Do as you’re told!” I seethed, caging her in on the treadmill as she crossed her arms.

“No! My father may have put you in charge of my training, safety and god knows what else, but no one speaks to me like that and gets away with it. So do us both a favour and leave me alone.” I had to admit, it was cute watching her get all fired up and furious as she shoved me out of the way.

She’d just grabbed a water bottle off the floor when I cleared my throat. "That's where you're mistaken." She stopped dead in her tracks as I walked up behind her, close enough I could tickle the tip of her ear with my tongue. “As far as you’re concerned, if I say jump, you say, ‘how high, sir?’ I. Own. You. And the sooner you realise that the better it will be for the both of us.” Her body trembled before me. "Now, get on the floor."

“No. I’m done for today.” The disrespect, the defiance, the attitude. It all enraged me.

“We’re done when I say we’re done, princess.” My hand itched to yank her towards me, but I held back. The last thing I needed was to break my promise.

"You know what?” My brow raised as she spun to face me, a finger pointed at my face. “One word to my father about allof this and he’ll fire you faster than you can say world’s shittest trainer.” She gave me a quick smirk that died on a glare then spun for the door.

Fuck, that woman was so much fun to spar with. I was finding it hard not to grab her and fuck her against the window for the whole damn house to hear. "I’m gonna count to three, princess."

“Arturo, please…”Did she just beg?

Holy shit.

Everything south of my waist hardened. Visions of her on her knees before me, begging for my cock had my head swimming. I pinched the bridge of my nose and walked around her so she faced me.

“Don’t make me ask you again,” I demanded, waiting to see what her next move would be. Scoffing, she walked around me and stomped for the door. Gripping the handle, she yanked it open.

“We’re done.” With that she gave me the middle finger. But as she turned she froze.

“Isabella?” I grinned as her father’s voice floated through the entrance. “Care to explain where you’re going?”

“Papa, I just needed?—”

"I know this is difficult, but you can't run away every chance you get, Arturo is here to help you.”

"I-I know, but… I’m sorry, Papa. This is just… a lot." It was evident that no matter how much she loathed this situation, she’d never do anything to insult her father. The respect she showed her family was admirable, and this just intensified my desire for her.

“You never have been very good at taking instruction, my little diamond. But this is important.”

“Oh, is that why you’re checking up on me? Pa, I don’t need you to do that.” Isabella ran her nails across her scalp in frustration.

“I obviously do since you were already leaving, and you’d been here, what?” He glanced at his Rolex before he returned his gaze back to Isabella. “Fifteen minutes?” Before I could stop myself, I hurried back over.

“Lorenzo?” I interrupted, glancing at Isabella before catching her father’s gaze. “This is my fault. I pushed Isabella already this morning.” I held back a smile as her eyes widened at my lie.

“You were only doing what I asked of you. I won’t overstay my welcome, continue as you were.” I looked on as Lorenzo pressed a kiss to Isabella’s head before leaving the pair of us alone once more.

The moment we could no longer hear his steps, I wandered over to shut the door. “Sorry, princess. Looks like you’ll be doing things my way.” I held in a chuckle as I made my way over to her. Frustratingly, her mask slipped back into place. She merely grunted and then stormed her way over towards the mats. When I reached the edge of the mat, she whipped off my tank top and launched it at my face. If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under. She then proceeded to find a spot as far away from me as possible, bending over to stretch out her legs.

“Do you ever do as you’re told?” I threw my tank on the floor as I stalked over to where she was bent over. Her body stiffened the closer I got.

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