Page 20 of Arturo's Temptation

“Not for you.” She smiled defiantly.

Before she had time to blink, I flipped her onto her back beneath me, her tits rose and fell with each heaving breath. Cursing, she flung a fist at my face which I dodged before grabbing both her wrists with one hand and held them above her head.

“Why are you fighting this, princess?” She glanced up at me bewildered. I felt the fight leaving her body with each passing second.

“You son of a?—”

“Answer me!” I interrupted the sentence I knew she wanted to yell at me.

“Because I don’t trust you!”

Good, we were getting somewhere.

“Don’t matter to me if you do or you don’t. Your dad hired me to train you and with that comes respect. So if I tell you I’m going to stretch you out, trust at least that I have a good reason for it.”

“Respect is earned! Just like trust,” she said, turning her head away from me, glancing towards the door.

“Nobody’s coming, love. I gave everyone strict instructions last night that we train alone, no interruptions,” I whispered against her ear as her breath hitched her throat.

“Fine. Just do it! The sooner we get started, the sooner I can get the fuck away from you,”

Oh, don’t worry, princess, I plan on stretching you out in plenty of ways, but until then this will have to do.

I knew she was expecting me to bite back like she kept doing, but I wouldn’t give her that satisfaction.Slowly letting go,I gave her a warning glance before grasping an ankle and lifting it into the air. The second I started to push the leg down, she winced and went to grab my wrist. Tutting, I grabbed her wrists again and hauled them above her head.

“Behave!”

“That hurt!” She complained, making me roll my eyes. Had she never stretched properly a day in her life?

“You’re tighter than a car in first gear. Relax!”

“I would relax if you let go of my hands,” her expression darkened.

“Good girls get to make demands, and you, Isabella Ricci, are anything but a good girl,” Her lips parted, her eyes narrowing in time with my words.

“Listen Art, your mouth and orders are boring me,” she faked a yawn. I frowned, still too caught up on the fucking nickname she had just given me.

“My name isArturo,love, notArt. I don’t do nicknames.” I scowled as I dropped her leg gently, picking up the other one immediately after. “You’d do well to remember that.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll fuck that attitude right out of you.” She sucked in a sharp breath. My heart began to pick up as her pupils widened. The air around us became heavy. Something had shifted. I controlled the urge to stroke her leg. “Unless… That's what you want, princess?”

Smirking, Isabella lifted her head off the floor slightly to bring her lips closer to mine. “Come anywhere near me with that dick of yours and I’ll fucking feed it to you.”

“Oh, I relish challenges, sweetheart.”

I released her leg as they both fell on either side of my body. I tried to ignore how her tight shorts emphasised the outline of her pussy as she sat up on her elbows. The thought of burying myself in her consumed me. Hearing her scream, whisper and moan my name as I drove into her was something I couldn’t wait to hear..

“Earth to Art, or are you done?” Her earth shattering words brought me right back to where I was supposed to be.

“Almost.”

The rest of her stretching went without complaint. Eventually, a knowing light in her eyes told me she had started to understand why I had insisted on helping her. Most of these stretches were impossible without a partner. And there was no way I was letting her get injured while sparring simply to provea point. Although, if she pushed me enough, a little punishment may go a long, long way.

“Better?” I asked. She nodded in surprise as I offered her my hand. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t take it.

“You see those gloves in the corner?” I nodded my head towards the pair of boxing gloves beside a long mirror. “Put them on.” Without much hesitation she hurried over to slide her delicate hands inside, probably over the moon she gets to try to land a punch.

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