Page 22 of Arturo's Temptation

“Who’s the guy, Bella?” I asked. She stilled momentarily before she continued to oil her arms.

“What are you doing in here?” With her back turned, I made my way across the room until I stood right behind her.

“That didn’t answer my question.” I purred. A quick inhale told me she could sense me standing behind her.

“That’s ‘cause it’s none of your business.”

“I think you’ll find it is,” I breathed. “Who. Is. He?”

“My basketball trainer,” she replied.

“Try again, princess,” I crooned, pushing her damp hair over her right shoulder. To my delight, her skin pebbled under my touch.

“A f-friend, that’s all you need to know,” her voice had lost all its confidence and the tremble in it made me want to sink my teeth into her shoulder.

“Has he fucked you?” I whispered. She gasped and spun towards me, horrified.

“Th-that is none of your— Wait, why do you care?” Her baby blues homed in on me, water droplets clinging to her raven lashes.

I went to answer but something held me back. She raised an eyebrow and widened her eyes. Gritting my teeth, I took a step back and heaved a breath. Her tongue snaked out to wet her lips. Shit. Promise to her father or not, if I wasn’t careful I was going to cave and make this woman mine.

“You need to leave.” She snapped, stepping around me.

“Why?” I inched closer to her, trying to ignore how close to her bed we were.

“Because I need to change,” she hissed.

“Then change.” Her expression morphed from one of shock to something a little more cunning.What was she thinking?

“The fact that you think I won’t is actually quite cute,” she said with a slight pout to her lips.

“I don’t think you have the guts, princess.” Her lip quivered as I towered over her, narrowing my eyes. “But by all means, prove me wrong.” I was just about to give her my best dark smile when a look of pure determination spread across her face. Without her eyes leaving mine, she hooked her fingers underneath her towel and tugged, letting it tumble to the ground.

Dios mío

“Isabella,” I growled. The urge to drop my gaze was pure torture.

“What, too scared to look?” She challenged me.

“No. But you’ll be scared of what’ll happen next if I do.” The delicate line of her throat slid up and down as she gulped. Bingo! Beneath that perpetual mask of attitude and steel was palpable fear.

“As if being naked in front of a guy bothers me.” She grabbed her hairbrush from the bed behind her and began sweeping it through her hair, nonchalantly. “I have news for you pal, I give so many less fucks about this than you do. Besides, plenty of guys have told me just how nice these boobs are.” Rage punched its way through my gut.Shit, this woman was going to send me to an early grave.

“For your sake, that had better be a fuckin’ exaggeration.” She merely smirked and curled a hair behind her ear.

“I really do need to have a word with your mother. Your manners are atrocious.” Pain sliced through me. I held back my wince, but I couldn’t keep the almost demonic hiss from my tone.

“Bend over the bed,” I demanded, satisfied when the smug look was replaced with genuine panic.

“Excuse me?” Her eyes widened, making her look like a deer in the headlights. Her pretty little mouth bobbed up and down like a fish.

“No, no, love. Now’s not the time to play innocent. You knew what you were doing. You were warned.” I growled. “Bend over the bed, now.”

“No.” Oh, good. She was still putting up a fight.Admirable really.

I cupped her ass as I pulled her naked body flush to mine, and fuck me, she fit perfectly. The warmth of her breath tickled my bare chest making my cock harden once again.

“What are you doing? You can’t?—”

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