Page 21 of Arturo's Temptation

“Oh.”

“What?” I cocked my head to the side as I slid the training pads onto my hands.

“You want me to hit the pads?”

“You’re quite the observant one, aren’t you?” I stepped closer to her as I held up my protected hands.

“Mind if I ask a question?” She jabbed her gloved right hand into my left, and fuck me, could she pack a punch.

Confused by the sudden pleasantries, I shrugged. “Fire away.” I was intrigued at what she wanted to ask.

“If I finish how you want me to, can I have one clean shot at your face?” She said in a gleeful tone.

Sneaky little brat.

“You’ll always finish how I want you to, Bella.” I winked as I held my hands up to guard my face, directing her in which direction to jab, block and dodge.

“Get fucked,” she panted as I directed her left into my right glove.

“Oh, don’t worry, darlin’, I plan to.”

Hours passed as I put Isabella through her paces, she had stamina. I’d give her that. Most people would have been on their arse by now, but not her. She’d kicked, punched, dodged, blocked and jabbed until her body had nothing left to give.

“Okay, now we’re done,” I smiled with pride… I was proud. Mainly because of how she’d handled herself on her first session.

“Great.” She turned her back to me without another word, bringing her water bottle to her lips. Large beads of sweat trickled down the grooves in her back, settling on her waistband.

“Good work.” A tiny gasp had me glancing over my shoulder. Her cheeks bloomed a beautiful pink and the hint of a smile tinged her eyes.Was that what she liked? To be praised?

“Glad you think so,” she said without looking at me. “See you around.” I frowned as she glanced expectantly towards the door. What was so important that she had to rush off so quickly?

“Tyler!” And just like that I knew why.

“There’s my favourite girl,” The guy with electric blue hair cooed as she leapt into his arms. With a chuckle he spun her around, as if they were some sort of fucking couple.

Who the fuck was what bellend?

“Bella, a word?” Her friend's face fell as he spotted me glaring at him, and it somehow reminded me of a certain fire engine red headed dude.

“No.” She leant against the douche—I was guessing the kid’s name was Tyler judging by how she’d squealed it a second ago—and smirked. “You said we were done for the day, so therefore we are. And seeing as I’m not planning on leaving the house today, I don’t need a babysitter.” This made the Tyler kid snort. I glared across at him to find him pressing two knuckles against his lip, clearly trying to contain his laughter. She raised an eyebrow at me as he draped his arm across her shoulder. With that they disappeared from view, leaving me alone.

I clenched and unclenched my hands as rage and unwelcome jealousy bled into my veins. What the fuck was wrong with me? I took deep controlling breaths as I began pacing the gym. It took all of thirty seconds before I unleashed a kick into the closest punching bag, sending it careening into a wall.

So, she wanted to play games? Fine. So be it. There wasn’t a game I had played that I hadn’t won.

Maybe I should pay my little temptress a visit.

Ten minutes later,I stepped into Isabella’s room, locking the door behind me. The sound of the running water told me she was in the shower. Relaxing, I looked around and took in the delicate creams and golds that filled my vision. I hadn’t noticed that in the dark this morning. Isabella’s sweet, spicy scent clung to the air and it made my chest ache. Smiling, I trailed my fingertips down the deep purple covers atop her unmade bed. Clothes were scattered across the floor and her desk was covered in books. One diary-shaped book with a violet front cover in particular caught my eye.So, she journals…

“What a bastard!”

Confused, I glanced towards the bathroom door to see it was still shut. Cracking my neck, I snuck over to it and instantly wanted to laugh. Ah, she was ranting about me.Howadorable.

“‘Get on the fucking floor.’‘I own you.’Ugh! I hate this guy.” My cock hardened beneath my gym shorts the more she ranted and cursed.

Chuckling to myself, I glanced around the room until my eyes found an armchair covered in a lavender throw snug in the corner. Satisfied, I lowered myself into the chair, resting my ankle on the opposite knee and waited. What felt like an eternity later, the bathroom lock finally clicked, revealing Isabella wrapped in a very small towel. Knowing she was bare underneath had my cock twitching in anticipation.

I watched intently as she smoothed body oil over her legs. No wonder they had felt so damn smooth earlier. She proceeded with her other leg as I rose silently from my chair, my eyes captivated by her every movement.

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