by Mandy Rosko
Isla’s eyes, those dark chestnut orbs, actually sparkled as she smiled up at him. “Was that the best you could do?”
Arturo jerked back. “What?”
She shrugged, then lifted one arm above her head and draped it there, an act that she had to know caused her breasts to lift and made her look all the more fuckable. “I just thought it would be better. You spent all that time teasing me, and then that talk about how if I didn’t get off it would be my own fault, I guess I just expected you to be a better kisser than that.”
He took her by her other slim wrist and pushed it above her head to join her other hand, holding both of her wrists in place. “And you think it’s a wise move to tease me, do you?”
“Why? What are you going to do about it?”
That challenging tone again, and like the first time she’d used it, it made his body respond.
Women had challenged him before, but this was different somehow.
“You’re trying to play me,” he said, figuring it out.
When her body tensed, Arturo knew he was right.
“You think that by teasing and insulting me, you’ll make me want you even more, don’t you?”
Isla swallowed.
He hardened his voice. “You’re not the first woman to try something like that on me, and I doubt you’ll be the last. It won’t soften me to you, and we’re certainly not adding it to our game.”
She frowned at him and then shrugged again. “Whatever. You might not want to play this game, but I do.”
“I don’t.”
“Too bad. There’s nothing in the contract that says we can’t. If I want to play with you and tease you, I’m going to do it.”
“And you think I have so little self-control that I won’t be able to stop myself from, what? Fucking you harder? Working harder to make you come? I already told you, if you want an orgasm, you’re going to have to work with me to get it.”
Isla let out a short, irritated growl. “Jesus, all this because I told you to fuck off. I’d hate to see what you do to your actual enemies.”
He never wanted her to know what he did to his enemies. Contract or no, she’d probably run for the hills.”
His silence when she’d said that must have been too much for her to handle, or she was just perceptive enough to pick up on the fact that something was wrong, because she then tilted her head.
Enough thinking. She was here so he could fuck her. That was it.
“What are—? hmph!”
Arturo cut her off with a kiss before she could speak another word. Then he was tasting her velvety warm tongue once more. The taste of wine wasn’t so sweet on her tongue anymore. Probably because he’d kissed and licked a lot of it away.
Her wrists shifted, but Arturo was still holding her hands above her head, keeping her stretched out for him. His free hand roamed easily along the side of her body. Her red dress might’ve flowed out at the skirt, but it fit like a second skin along her breasts, hips, and stomach. Arturo could practically feel the goose bumps forming on her skin, and then she shivered when he placed his hand over her perfectly rounded breast.
Big enough to fit into the cup of his hand, perfect. He massaged it until he felt her nipple hardening beneath the material. If she was wearing a bra, it was lacy and thin for him to be feeling her nipple push forward as he massaged her tit.
He hoped she was. He already knew she was wearing panties, and even though some men enjoyed their women more when they weren’t wearing anything beneath the clothes, Arturo wasn’t one of them.
To him, there was nothing in the world sexier than a woman in lingerie, even if it was just a bra and panties.
Isla squirmed beneath him, moaning and sighing as she pushed her chest forward, arching to receive more of that feeling he was giving her.
He sucked on her throat instead of teasing her other breast like he knew she wanted.
She groaned. “Get… get me out of this dress. I… I want—”
“What you want doesn’t matter,” he said quickly. He didn’t look at her because he didn’t want to scare her. He’d been told by Sylvia, more than once that his stern expression could do that. “I’m going to take your clothes off as much as they need to come off, but I’m going to fuck you while you wear them.”
* * *
Isla moaned, from the teasing implications those words gave off.
Arturo’s warm breath as it ghosted over the skin of her throat, down her collarbone, and between her breasts wasn’t helping much either.
It had been such a bad idea to wear this dress. It made her cleavage look too deep and she could feel every breath Arturo took as he kissed and sucked on the spot just above her tits. She was prickling with goose bumps, and the worst part was that he wanted to have sex with her in it?
Shit. Shit, shit, shit! That wasn’t going to work. Her skin was burning up and she needed to get naked right now. She needed skin to skin touch, needed to feel his hands all over her naked flesh, not just on the parts that happened to be bare right now.
“I don’t suppose there’s any chance you’re going to let me take this damned dress off, are you?”
He put his hands on the straps of her dress and pulled them down her shoulders. “No,” he said, and then pulled her dress down hard and fast.
The sudden yanking of the material made her gasp, but it was fucking amazing.
Her breasts were exposed now. The strapless bra she’d worn had nearly gone down with the red material of her dress, but she was still exposed to him. There was no other way to describe this.
Even though his actions seemed counterintuitive to his words, Arturo didn’t yank her dress down any more than he already did. He wouldn’t be able to get it around her hips anyway, not if he didn’t undo the zipper, but it was with stunned and excited clarity that she realized he had plans to fuck her exactly like this.
Partly dressed, her clothes made a mess of, as though they were fooling around in one of his luxury vehicles.
Somehow, having sex while still partly clothed seemed a lot naughtier than doing it while naked. “I never had sex with my clothes on before.”
Or with a real fire burning and the lights on.
Even for her very first time, the lights had been dimmed and she’d wanted to be naked. That’s how all the romance novels had done it.
Arturo didn’t need to know those details about her, however.
Which was a good thing, because if the stunned way he looked at her was any indication—followed by that pleased, wide smile that showed off perfect white teeth—well, what she’d said had clearly pleased him enough to make her not want to give anything else away.
“It’s pretty much the same, but better for when you’re in a hurry.”
She had always taken her time, and right now, Arturo didn’t seem like he was in much of a hurry at all.
“If you want to fuck me so fast, then you need to do it already because this is taking forever!”
That had been the desperation talking.
Arturo chuckled at her. He was chuckling at her!
She grabbed him by the shoulders. “I’m being serious!”
All her angry snarling must’ve been a turn on, because she felt his cock jump between her legs.
He pulled away from her, taking his body heat and the sizzling touch of his warm skin with him. At first it looked like he was going to get off the bed, and she sure as hell would have followed him if he had.
No. He was just reaching off to the side. He pulled something out from under the small mountain of various-sized pillows at the front of the bed, and she saw that it was a condom packet.
“You’re… really prepared.”
“I knew you would be here tonight.”
That made sense.
Arturo opened the packet, and with a grace she’d never seen before, managed to get the latex on his heavy shaft so swiftly that there was no time for the mood to be broken, for the sense of desperation and urgency to leave her behind.
She was still horny, and there were bees buzzing beneath her skin. This wasn’t going away without him inside of her.
The condom was white, so pretty much see through when rolled onto his cock. She could finally see it with her own eyes and marvel at his size. He might almost be too big for her to take.
Arturo’s fingers on her chin gently forced her to look up into his eyes. “You’ll be able to see it up close and personal very soon.”
Isla tensed, because she’d been caught staring, and because she knew what he’d meant.
“Right now, I want you on your hands and knees.”
That was not a request. She didn’t care if she was being pushed around. She did as she was told.
His powerful hands slid up her thighs and to her hips. Strong fingers gripped her waist tight before one hand moved to push the red skirt out of the way. It had been blocking her ass.
So was her thong. She’d actually forgotten it was there.
She tried to move. “Shit. Let me take this off.”
He pushed her back down, hard and quick. She shook her head to get her hair out of her face and looked over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you.”
Arturo pushed the pathetically thin piece of material out of the way, and slid his cock inside of her wet pussy, stretching her wide.
17
The smell of her arousal drove him on. Arturo pumped his hips fast and hard, until his flesh slapped against hers in a lewd noise that he absolutely, positively, fucking adored. He held onto her hips as the force of each strike sent the woman beneath him canting forward just a little bit. Isla did her best to hold on, gripping the sheets with those pretty fingers, pushing back against him.
She wanted this. It might’ve been strange reasoning that brought them together, but there was no doubt in Arturo’s mind that he had her. She was his. For the next four weeks, he could do whatever he wanted with her, and she would let him.
He had done everything he could to make sure she was aroused. Despite his uncaring attitude, he did take measures to make sure that his lovers enjoyed themselves when they were with him. Before pushing his cock inside of her wet cunt, he made sure to get a look at her labia.
It was dark in color and a little swollen. Ignoring the fact that she was soaking him, he needed no more proof than that.
And she was tight. Her pussy clenched around his cock with every thrust, contracting and coaxing him forward, deeper, every single time.
“Oh, my God!” Isla cried out, looking over her shoulder again.
Her cheeks flushed, a perfect blush on her face that contrasted beautifully with her black hair and eyes. She could be Snow White.
A very naughty Snow White, being in a position like this.
Why was he thinking she looked like a Disney princess? That wasn’t what this was about in the least.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he demanded, another growl leaving his throat when her channel tightened around his cock even further. His voice was guttural; he was losing control. The fact that he was still partly dressed, pants around his ankles, meant the heat was just on the right side of unbearable. Perfect. “You’re too quiet.”
Isla turned away from him, her mouth releasing a tiny wail. She sucked back several breaths, composing herself, and then looked back at him again. “I want you to play with my tits. You didn’t do that yet.”
Perfect. He could definitely do that.
* * *
Arturo grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up into his arms. No. That was wrong, not into his arms. Into his lap. His muscle-heavy arms just happened to curl around her when she was fully seated, and the position allowed his prick to slide deeper inside of her. Isla moaned, partly uncomfortable, but then the pleasure took over again and she was spasming.
She wouldn’t be all that shocked to find out he was hitting her cervix, though she knew that couldn’t actually be how deep he was, not with the intense pleasure thrumming through her now, warming her blood and making her incoherent.
And then those large hands were cupping her tits, squeezing them over the lacy bra that had, magically, managed to stay on and not slide down.
Good brand, apparently.
But then his fingers pushed down the lace, exposing her breasts and nipples. His fingers felt rougher now that he was playing with such a sensitive area of skin. He pinched both her nipples at the same time, and she forgot all about how coarse his fingers were.
Throwing her head back onto his shoulder, she canted her hips and arched her chest forward, wanting, needing, more of that feeling.
And then she remembered that he wanted her to talk.
She was going to babble, but that was all right. If he wanted, he was going to get it.
“Fuck me harder. Show me what’s so damned special about Arturo Calendri.”
That brought a little growl out of his throat, and that was perfectly fine before he let his teeth slide along the side of her neck.
That should have been weird and creepy, it definitely brought to mind all the vampire romance books she read, but the touch of his teeth along her throat made her shiver.
Her pussy clenched tighter around his cock. Her body was spasming. She couldn’t hold back anymore, because the more she tried, the worse that building ballooning feeling became.
And then it burst.
Isla opened her mouth wide and cried out as her orgasm seemed to expand within her and implode throughout the rest of her body. It brought on the familiar chain reaction, her body tensing, every muscle constricting, but the difference in this one orgasm and every single other one she’d had throughout her life was the intensity and heat of this one as Arturo followed her. His mouth stayed on her throat, tongue darting forward as he groaned. He was probably just kissing her to help contain the noises he wanted to make, but that was perfectly all right with her. This felt too good.
Another difference, she quickly noted, was that this orgasm lasted longer. It was still over in a matter of seconds, but there were a few more seconds attached to this orgasm than she’d ever felt before in her life.
Then she came down off that intensely satisfying high. She slumped against Arturo’s bare chest, gasping for breath even though she could hardly breathe. It felt that way, anyway. Maybe it was just because of how warm it seemed to be in the room.
The fire and the heat from Arturo’s body was baking her, and she was perfectly content to let it continue just like that.
And all the while, his body remained like a rock behind her.
Okay, so not quite that tough and hard. He was panting and sweating just as she was. He clearly hadn’t been left as unaffected as she’d originally thought, but it seemed like some sort of minor miracle that he could still sit up and support her weight. Isla felt like she could melt in his bed and slide on down to the floor right about now.
They were silent for a minute or so. She didn’t know what was going on in his mind while he was still inside of her like this, but she was comfortable, and now the warmth and the post-orgasmic buzz humming in her blood was starting to make her eyes droop.
Then Arturo kissed her cheek, pulling some of her hair away from her neck and letting his lips graze there as well. “Good for a test run.”
Isla’s sleepy eyes snapped open. “What?”
She tried to look back at him. It was difficult to read emotion in a man’s eyes and face when she had to angle her head so much.
He was definitely smiling, however. The satisfaction in it really bothered her. “I said that was good for a test run. Tomorrow I’ll expect you to do better.”
“What are you talking about? I did great!”
She’d been talking and moaning loud, egging him on, thrusting back, telling him what she’d wanted.
“What more do you need?”
He shrugged. “Not a lot, but you’ll figure it out soon enough.”
She didn’t get it. “And if I don’t?”
He loo
ked right into her eyes. “If you can’t figure it out before the end of the four weeks, then I reserve the right to cancel the contract.”
* * *
Isla had gone back to her room that night, her hair a mess, her body covered in dry sweat and smelling of sex, and her clothes stretched and rumpled in so many places as she tried to sneak back without the help of Martina. She’d kept her shoes in her hands along the way just to prevent any loud clicking noises that would give her away. There had been a couple of mirrors along the halls for decoration. She was afraid to look into them to see how badly her makeup looked. She could already see through each parting glimpse that her hair was all over the place.
Fantastic.
Fortunately, in a house filled with full-time staff and servants, Isla managed to get back to her room without being seen.
She shut and locked her door when she’d safely returned, and then heaved a heavy sigh.
Stupid Arturo. Why the hell did a man who looked like that have to be so damned frustrating? They’d just had good sex. Well, she had thought it was good sex, but he wanted more?
She rushed over to her bed. Her bags were waiting for her on the floor beside it, and she unzipped her luggage and searched frantically around for her copy of the contract.
She nearly tore her bag apart until she found it.
“What are you talking about, Calendri?” she asked, flipping through the pages.
It looked about the same as it had the last time she’d seen it. There was nothing in here that suggested he was secretly a master and wanted to do any heavy BDSM things to her. Thank God. She knew nothing about that lifestyle and wasn’t too sure she wanted to dip her toes into it.
Not unless Arturo could coax her properly.
She shook her head and kept on reading, searching, searching.
Nothing. There was the confidentiality clause, but as far as everything she was expected to do sexually, and only if he asked for it, there was nothing in here to suggest he wanted anything more from her.
She leaned back against the side of the bed, completely sitting on the floor now. “What do you want me to know?”
