Page 46 of Arturo's Temptation

“Can you get this asshole to put me down?” She screamed from behind me.

“Yikes, looks like we’ve got a live one!” Tony, one of the guys chuckled. “Nice to see you, Arturo. Jay isn’t here tonight. Guessing you need to borrow his office?”

“You guessed right.”

“It’s all yours,” his partner—Kenny—replied with a wink before pushing the door open.

“What the fuck? Some fucking security guards you are. You just wait, I’ll—” I ended her sentence there by kicking the door closed. “You can’t be back here! The owner won’t like it.”

“Good thing he’s my friend then, isn’t it?” I said, putting her down. The second I stood back she slapped my face to the side with a crack. I’d never seen her look quite so pissed off.Just how I wanted her.“Nice. Real nice, Isabella. Now, pull up your dress and bend over the desk,” I ordered. Her face remained impassive.

“You can go and play Russian roulette with my father’s gun before I’ll let you spank me again,” she huffed, folding her arms.

“I’d rather play with you. Besides, I wasn’t askin’ love.”

“I let you once before to get whatever you needed out of your system, but you’re deluded if you think it’s happening again.”

Chuckling, I backed her into the desk, caging her in. Her eyes widened as I gripped her chin between my thumb and forefinger.

“Tell me,hermosa,” I whispered, inching my lips closer to hers. “Did you like it?”

“Like what?” she faltered, and that moment, I heard the tremble in her voice.

“Takin’ what I gave you last time like a good girl. Is that why you took my bike? Were you seekin’ punishment?” I purred. My eyes flicked down to her lips.

“No… I wanted you to hate me,” she murmured.

“Yeah? Well, you couldn’t be more wrong,” I spun her around and flattened her palms against the desk. “Do you want to know why I want to spank you?”

“Y–Yes.”

“First, for takin’ my bike—naughty girl. Second, for not doin’ as you were told, and third, for puttin’ yourself in danger.” I pushed my knee between her legs, opening them slightly. “And for all those reasons, I’m goin’ to punish you,”

“Arturo—” she pleaded, turning her head back to face me but there was nothing in her voice trying to stop me.

“Say it, Bella.” I whispered. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Arturo…” she leaned back and brushed her lips briefly to mine. “I want you to punish me.” The smell of peach vodka filled my nostrils.

“Did you drink?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t have driven home—” she began, the sheepish look returning to her face.

“Too fuckin’ right you wouldn’t have, now be a good girl and bend over.” Excruciatingly slowly, she complied, pushing her perfect arse out. Running my fingertips up the back of her thigh, I slipped them under her dress and pulled the material up and over, leaving her bare arse on display. “Isabella, you seem to have forgotten something,” I seethed, biting my inner cheek. “Why aren’t you wearing any fuckin’ underwear?”

“Because I didn’t want to wear any, don’t you like it?” She smirked, looking back at me over her shoulder, her eyes penetrating mine. Gone was the woman whose body trembled the moment I got her alone, and in her place was a goddess ready to meet me challenge for challenge.

“Not when you’re out without me I don’t,” I smoothed my palm over her bare ass. She hissed in a breath as goosebumps prickled across her skin. “Scared,hermosa?”

“No.”

“Why?” I questioned, allowing my hand to stroke the inside of her thigh, close to where I knew she wanted me. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk with each close stroke.

“Because you w-wouldn’t h–hurt me,” she panted. The moment I slid my finger across her pussy, she cried out. Shuddering, she tried her best to clamp her legs closed but I’d kept my knee firmly in place.

“Shhh… I’m going to turn this beautiful arse red, while makin’ you come, do you understand?” I asked, fisting her hair at the nape of her neck to hear her response.

“I-I...” Her body shook as I stroked a soft fingertip across her throbbing clit.

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