Chapter 16 #2
As if I needed luck. Bella was mine, and no jumped-up blond arse prick would stand in my way.
Not tonight or any other night. I kept my gaze fixated on her, as she swayed her hips to the music, utterly losing herself.
My cock hardened as I watched the way her hands glided down her curves.
She was a vision to watch. In a skin tight black dress that hugged her perfect round arse she was the hottest woman in the joint, and way over dressed.
It was then that I noticed she’d paired her dress with a pair of skyscraper patent heels.
Bella despised heels!
So why was she wearing them tonight?
Cursing, I pushed off the bar and stalked over to where Bella was currently being pulled into someone's arms. Arms that weren’t mine! As I approached he whispered something and from his glance to the bar, he was off to buy them drinks. I waited until the twat had left before moving closer.
Once I was mere inches behind her, I allowed myself a second to breathe her in, and damn, she smelled delicious.
All sweetness, spice and all things nice.
My fingers itched to touch her soft skin but there was no way I would risk Tyler catching us.
Chancing a glance to the side, I noticed with smug satisfaction that Red’s son had disappeared somewhere quiet.
There was nobody here to see or stop me.
With a single step forward, Isabella’s back collided with my torso.
“You’re a hard woman to track down,” I whispered, splaying a hand across her stomach. I knew she knew it was me.
“Couldn’t have been that hard,” she scoffed, digging her nails into my hand trying her best to remove my hold. “You still found me, didn’t you?”
“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.
“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.
“Isabella, answer me.”
She was panting now, but after a moment she finally whispered, “I understand.” With that I sank a finger into her warm pussy.
Fuck, she was tight.
Wait a minute .
I relaxed my hold of her hair and softened my strokes.
“Bella… Has anyone ever touched you this way before?”
“No…” she whispered, her cheeks flushing as she ducked her head down.
“Don’t do that,” I frowned and gently pulled her around to face me.
She refused to meet my gaze. Frustrated, I gripped her chin between my thumb and forefinger, forcing to look at me.
“Don’t hide from me.” Her cheeks flushed and in her eyes I saw a mixture of embarrassment and fear.
“Bella, do you think I care that you’re a virgin? ”
Instead of replying she swallowed and glanced to the side.
“Look at me.” To my relief she brought her eyes back and I could see her vulnerability laid bare.
“I couldn’t care less about that. If anythin’, this way it means I get to claim all of your firsts.
” The thought of another man touching her ways I craved sent me murderous, but at least that part of my brain could relax a little now.
Her cheeks flushed again as she looked down.
Ah, fuck it.
Leaning down I pulled her lips to mine. To my surprise and hers, her mouth softened and I flicked my tongue against her own.
She tasted sweet from the peach vodka and something inherently her.
It was a heady combination. Before I knew it her arms were wrapped around my neck pulling her tight against me.
The feel of her soft yet muscular body against mine was perfection.
Our kiss became desperate and I yanked her up into my arms only to remember why we were here and why her arse was bare.
“Why did you stop?” She breathed, pressing her lips against my neck.
“Because… I got distracted.” Putting her down, I turned her back to face the desk and pressed her hands against the smooth surface. “Now, brace yourself, hermosa .”
She let out a shaky breath, as she braced herself for the sting, and I was going to make sure it stung.
“Count for me, Isabella,”
My hand collided with her ass as she let out a whimper of surprise although she had expected it. “One,” she panted out.
The warmth of her reddening skin beneath my palm sent peppers of pleasure through me. I knew the first crack had stung, but I also knew she could take it. I was going to push this woman to the very edge. And the fact was, we both needed it.
With my free hand, I circled her clit as I brought the other back down onto her ass once more. Her cries echoed the room, as her body jolted forwards.
“Two.” Her breathing shallowed, her chest heaved and we were only part way in. “Please?—”
“Are you begging me to stop?” I asked, smoothing my palm over the fresh print.
“No…” she clawed at the desk.
“Does my girl want to come?” I teased her clit before sliding my middle finger inside of her tight, wet pussy.
“Yes,” she pleaded, her head dropping forward.
“You can come when I say, princess. I want to hear you beg after every count.”
My fingers never left her pussy as I brought my hand down on her raw skin over and over again.
“Seven… Oh God, Arturo, please…” Hearing her beg might just have been the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as I slid in another.
“So close, hermosa, you’re so damn close.” I kissed her bare shoulder, curling my fingers to stroke the spot I knew would kick up her need to come. Watching her pleasure escalate was empowering. She began shaking beneath me and I could tell she wouldn’t last much longer.
I let my hand collide with her cheek one more time, a soft moan leaving my lips at the feeling of her pussy soaking my fingers.
“Eight,” she panted, her knuckles white from clinging onto the wood beneath her. Grinning I let my hand come down harder this time while thrusting my fingers in and out of her.
“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 .”