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“Nine! Oh God… Arturo, I can’t.” She was a mess beneath me and it took everything I had not to fuck her.

“Shh, last one, princess.” Stroking the raised welts of her behind I focused on alternating between stroking her clit and thrusting my fingers deep inside of her. The moment I felt her pussy begin to tighten, I swooped my hand down for one final spank.

“TEN!” She screamed, finally falling over the edge into a blissful abyss. To my delight, her pussy pulsed over and over as the orgasm took hold of her.

“Good girl.”

She’d been pushed to her limit, but I wasn’t done with her yet. I dropped to my knees behind her, and flattened my tongue against her sensitive skin.

“Art—”

With a sigh, she relaxed into my touch, squeaking when I sank my teeth into the welts that decorated her arse.

“Fuck!” She cried.

“God I love that filthy mouth of yours,” I rose to my feet, pulling her back flush against chest, my hand splaying across her stomach. “It’s only a matter of time before I claim that mouth,hermosa.”

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“Arturo,what we did tonight… I-it can’t happen again,” she whispered. I was certain she didn’t mean it, everything about the moment gave her away. From the way her body moulded into mine as she slowly relaxed, to the way her breathing quickened with my every touch.

“Keep tellin’ yourself that love.” I ran my hand up her front, closing my fingers around her dainty neck. With a moan, she dropped her head back onto my shoulder. “You see, I think you enjoy what’s happening between us. I believe you want me as much as I want you, but you’re scared.”

“I am not scared! And whatever feelings you think I have for you don’t actually exist.” Her body wriggled under my hold but there was no way in hell I was letting her walk out on me without her admitting the truth.

“That’s where you’re wrong,mi princesa, because you are scared. I think you’re terrified that if you don’t push me away you’ll fall for me.” She shivered as my words caressed her skin. “Is that it, Bella? You scared of fallin’ in love with me?”

“Arturo, I’m as likely to fall in love with you as your parents are of returning from the grave.” I winced and dropped my hold, stepping backwards.

Where the fuck had that come from?

“Is that right?” I gritted out as she pulled her dress down and turned to face me.

“Can you just take me home now?” She asked, the formality back in her tone.

This wasn’t like her. In the weeks we’d spoken and shared witty threats, she’d never been cruel. “Bella, did I hurt you?” That got her attention.

“No, I—” Her eyes flashed with regret. I’m sure she saw the hurt and anger in my gaze. “Shit, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that about your parents.”

“Forget it.” I swallowed and turned for the door. “For the record, your mum knows you left tonight without tellin’ anyone so I suggest we get home before it gets too late.” As I reached the door handle, I felt her grip my arm.

“Arturo,” she pleaded. “I’m sorry.” I huffed a breath out of my nose and swivelled to face her. Confused and frustrated, I leaned back against the door and waited for her to continue. She wet her lips and curled her hair behind her ear. “I was wrong to take your bike. I promise I won’t touch it again.” With a tentative hand she placed it just above my heart. The surge of electricity we both felt at her touching me was undeniable. “I was reckless driving here this evening. You were right. Just please… my father doesn’t need to know about this.”

“I won’t drop this, Isabella.”

“I have no doubt you won’t,” she smiled, and although it was heart stopping, there was something hidden behind her glassy eyes. I didn’t know if they were glassy from the drink she’d consumed or something else. Reluctantly, I moved her hand from my chest and pushed her back.

“Fine. We’d better get going.”

“In the car?” She asked.

“On the bike, let’s go,” I reached for her hand but she stepped back.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why? You rode it here, ” I challenged, holding my hand out again which she eyed, debating her next move. “Bella, I’m about this close to throwin’ you back over my shoulder so you had better take my hand now.” I demanded. With an eye roll she finally took my hand.

“What are we going to do about the SUV?”

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