Page 92 of Arturo's Temptation

“Arturo… what is this stuff?”

“This is to wear home and show your father how fuckin’ proud he should be.”

“Yeah but… why?—”

“Purple?” The corners of his lips turned up slightly into a faint smile.

“Yeah…”

“I happen to know it’s your favourite colour.”How did he know that?Nobody had ever taken notice of such little things before. Things like my favourite colour didn’t really seem important in our household.

“Do you have a spare one of those?” I ran my fingers through his thick locks.

“Why, you want another shot?” I hissed as his fingers toyed with the waistband of my pants, the yearning eating away at me.

“I want you to take a shot,” I smirked. His eyes darkened. “Cover me in grey.”

“Grey ain’t my favourite, princess,” he whispered against my pebbling skin.

“Then what is it?”

“Come here,” he smiled as he pulled another small, round object from his pocket, moving me into position. “You trust me?”

“With my life.” I nodded as he pecked my lips before walking back to where his gun sat on the table beside mine.

My heart began to drum in my chest as he loaded his Glock. If the rumours were to be believed, Arturo never missed. And the thrill seeker in me wanted to see the man with the perfect aim point his gun at me.

“Ready?” he asked, aiming at what looked like my forehead.

“Go for it,” I swallowed, nerves quickly being replaced by a heady combination of adrenaline, fear and arousal.

His body morphed into something still and lethal while his eyes narrowed ever so slightly in concentration. He was in his element. His assassin days may be behind him, but I knew a part of him still enjoyed the thrill of taking lives, especially when that said person crossed the line. He would never admit it, but I knew.

Lost in my own thoughts I barely heard the bullet slicing through the air before I was covered in a bright orange dust.

Orange… interesting!

“Congratulations,” I teased as he stalked over to me, “you didn’t kill me.”

“Did a small part of you think I’d miss?” His voice had dropped an octave, making my squeeze my thighs together. When he was toe to toe with me, his large palms gripped my waist. The warmth from his skin sent flutters low in my belly.

“I-uh…”

“Trust me,hermosa…I’ve never missed and I didn’t plan on startin’ with you,” his nose circled mine. “You look beautiful covered in orange.”

“Yeah, that was… unexpected.” His eyes sparked with humour as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“And why might that be, I wonder,” he purred against my mouth. My lips trembled as he closed the remaining distance between our bodies.

“Because I’ve never seen you wear anything other than black or grey.”

For the first time gave me an unfiltered smile. I tensed my muscles to avoid stumbling backwards. The smile had completely transformed his face. I’d gotten so used to his sexy, yet brooding expressions, that I felt unprepared for him to look so… happy? Charismatic?

Beautiful…

It was something else. We were talking full beams with his pearly whites on display. His eyes crinkled at the corners and his pupils danced with pleasure. It made me smile back at him in return with a giddiness I hadn’t felt in years.

“How about we get out of here? It’s time to show your father exactly what you’re capable of.” I blushed as he took my hand in his and tugged me towards the exit.

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