Page 23 of Arturo's Temptation

“You know full well what I’m doing,” I crooned, my lips barely a breath away from hers. “I warned you not to mention my mum again and yet… here we are. And what did I say I would do if you did?” She panted as my hold tightened. Her breaths came in delicious little puffs, sending her fresh, minty breath sliding across my stubbled jaw.

“I don’t?—”

“Tsk. Don’t lie, Isabella.” Her eyes pulsed at this. I knew she knew.

“Y-You said you’d make it so I couldn’t sit down for a week.” Her cheeks blazed a hot pink as she admitted remembering what I had said.

“Mhmm. So tell me, princess,” I said, leaning in closer. “Do you want me to spank you and turn that pretty arse of yours red?”

“Arturo, I?—”

“I bet you’re wet just thinking about it,mi princesa.” I unconsciously slipped into my mother tongue, catching her off guard.

“No, of course I’m not.” She ripped her lips away from mine and shoved me away.

“It’s your choice, either you bend over the bed or I’ll have you across my knee.”

“Neither,” she whispered.

“I promised you there would be consequences for pushin’ me, Bella, and I don’t break my promises.” Her eyes began to dance around the room as she contemplated what I had said.

“And what if I screamed, huh?” Her eyes bulged. I folded my arms and stepped back.

“Is that what you want to do, scream?” I waited as she stood, breathing big gulps of air into her lungs. Eventually she glanced at me and something in my expression seemed to calm her. Shaking her head she wrapped her arms across her breasts.

“Alright.” She whispered. The panic in her eyes melted into the barest flickers of desire. Her pupils grew as she licked her lips. “You can spank me, who knows, I might even enjoy it. But it will be the one and only time I allow it to happen.”

That’s what you think, mi princesa.

I went to nod but couldn’t. I was frozen solid. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Why was I hesitating? Frowning, I realised despite my anger and my strong desire to spank her, the look on her face just now held me back.

I can’t do it.

Cursing, I caught her gaze and narrowed my eyes. “Forget it. Just don’t piss me off like that again. Final warning!” Pushing past her, I yanked the door open only for her to speak.

“All mouth, no action, is that it?” I slowly turned back around to see her challenging gaze burning into mine.

“Oh, princess,” I taunted. “Was that a challenge?”

She debated her response for less than five seconds before creeping over to the bed and bending over its edge. “Last, final and only offer, London. You spank me and we call it even.”

I barely held in a groan as I nudged the door shut. Making my way over, I kept my gaze on her long, wet hair and not her skin. “Palms flat against the sheets, Isabella.”

Her body trembled as she pushed her hands out and gripped the sheets lightly.

“I’m going to do this five times. You will count,” I said, before sliding my calloused palm across her bare skin. Her skin rose up in goosebumps.

“Anything else, sir?” She asked sarcastically. I knew she was taking the piss, but hearing her call me “sir” almost made me combust.

“Count quietly, we wouldn’t want anyone to hear, would we?” I could tell she was rolling her eyes the moment my hand made contact with her cheek.

“Fuck!” She gasped.

“I said count, Isabella, not curse like a fuckin’ sailor.”

“One.”Perfect.

“Good girl,” I praised as she let her head sag, submitting to each word.

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