Page 45 of Arturo's Temptation

“Princess,” I breathed in her ear, “I’ll always find you.” She inhaled a sharp breath as she let her head fall back against my shoulder. I had no idea if she meant to or not, but I liked it. “You have been a very bad girl tonight.” I spoke between pressing kisses on her neck. “First you disobey my orders to rest. And then just to add the cherry to the top of the cake, you steal my bike.” Losing myself, I sank my teeth into her earlobe, making her moan.

“Are you mad?” Her breathy reply had my pulse and cock kicking up.

“Fuckin’ livid,” I growled against her pebbling skin. “Are you sorry?”

“No, not all,” she smiled.

“I got our drinks—” I frowned as we were suddenly snapped out of our oblivious bubble. “Uhh, who the hell is this?”

“None of your business,” I turned and glared at the him. “Now, do yourself a favour and fuck off.” I ordered in a low tone.

“No way, dude. I was here first,” he yelled, puffing his chest out. Worried about the quickly escalating situation, Isabella took a step forwards and put her hands up.

“Stan—”

“It’s Sebastian!”

“Sorry, right, Sebastian,” she grimaced, “I apologise about my friend, he’s?—”

“Then get rid of him, Izzy.” Izzy? That was the name she was using? For fuck’s sake. “I thought you and I were having a good time.” Just as I thought things couldn’t get more infuriating, the dude actually put his hands on her waist again.

“Oi!” Isabella gasped as I grabbed her wrist and yanked her behind me.

“Touch her again and you’ll regret it.”

God, she could pick ‘em. That guy was a twat

“Fun’s over,Izzy. Time to go home.”

“Why, you her daddy or something?” He laughed getting up into my face. My fists balled at my sides, catching Isabella’s eye.

“Arturo, please. Don’t?—”

“You should leave, now.” I smiled, giving the guy a fair warning.

“Oh yeah? Well, hate to break it to you, man, but you don’t scare me.”

Well that was a first.

“Look,mate,” I started, pulling my blade out of its sheath beneath my jacket. At the sight of my knife the guy’s face paled. “I’ve had a shit day and I’m about sixty seconds from losing my cool. So, seein’ as I’ve already asked you nicely once, now I’m going to insist…Fuck off and do one or I’ll break your fuckin’ legs.”

“She’s all yours.” Without looking back he legged it for the bathroom, likely to throw up the Jack and coke he’d been pounding.

“Arturo—”

“Come with me,” I gripped her hand in mine, dragging her towards the one place I knew we’d be alone.

“Not a chance! Who do you think you are?”

“Seems you can’t keep up,mi princesa,” I commented, spinning around. “Easy way to fix that.” Ducking down, I gripped her thighs and threw her over my shoulder.

“Arturo! Put me down, now!” She squealed.

“Sorry, love, I don’t negotiate with bad girls.” To add insult to injury, I swatted her arse making her cry out my name once more.

“I swear to God, Arturo, you’re going to regret this.” She snapped, anger and embarrassment apparent in her tone.

As we approached the back office, two security guards appeared, waiting outside.

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