Chapter Sixteen

Her lips were soft. Not slimy and wet because of any large amount of gloss, like Angelica and some of the other women he'd been with had preferred, but they were just soft. They felt warm and inviting. Arturo pressed his tongue forward, fast and hard, not bothering to ask for her permission. He didn't need it. He already had her, and she wasn't going anywhere.

Her lips parted for him, her tongue eagerly pushing back against his own, but he was already inside, taking control.

He had her, and she tasted better than he would have thought. They'd just eaten their dinner and wine, which didn't usually help with a person's taste. Not that Arturo ever minded it so long as that taste hadn't been sitting there for several hours.

But he could taste her beneath the flavor of their wine. It might have been the wine that did it, but he could swear that her kiss was intoxicating.

He was never going to describe this kiss in that way to anyone, least of all his brothers. Orlando might think it was romantic and sweet, but Arturo was neither of those things.

She tasted good. It was like something he'd never had before in his entire life.

Isla's hand grabbed tightly to the hair on the back of Arturo's head, her fingers yanking on the ponytail he had there, and he grunted from the shock of pain but pressed his mouth harder to hers. A tiny moan escaped Isla's throat, and Arturo was loath to do it, but he pulled back.

Their lips made a wet noise as they parted from each other. Isla's chest rose and fell quickly, as did Arturo's as he stared down at her. Her body was warmer now than it had been a minute ago.

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?"

Isla 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 make her look all the more fuckable. "I just thought that 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."

Arturo took her by her other, slim wrist, and he pushed it above her head to join her other hand. He held 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 Isla's 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.

Arturo 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."

Isla 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—mmph!"

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.

Isla's 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 waist, hips and stomach. Arturo could practically feel the goosebumps 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. Arturo 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 into more of that feeling Arturo was giving her.

He sucked on her throat instead of teasing her other breast like he knew she wanted.

Isla groaned. "Get...get me out of this dress. I...I want..."

"What you want doesn't matter," Arturo 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."

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Isla moaned, even from the teasing implications those words gave off.

Arturo's warm breath as it ghosted over the skin of her throat, down her collar bone 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 goosebumps, and the worst part was that Arturo 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 supposed there's any chance you're going to let me take this damned dress anyway, are you?"

Arturo 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 Isla gasp, but it was fucking amazing.

Her breasts were exposed now. The strapless bra she'd worn had near 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 anymore 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 Isla realized Arturo 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 more naughty than doing it while naked. "I never had sex with my clothes on before."

Or with the 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 had anything to do with it, 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."

Isla had always taken her time, but 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!" she said.

All her angry snarling must've been a turn on, because she felt his cock jump between her legs.

Arturo pulled back and away from her, taking his body heat, and the sizzling touch of his warm skin away with him. At first it looked like he was going to get off of the bed, and Isla 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 Isla 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. Isla didn't care if she was being pushed around. She did as she was told and turned onto her hands and knees.

Arturo's powerful hands slid up her thighs and to her hips. His 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 actually forgotten that it had been there.

She tried to move. "Shit. Let me take this off."

Arturo pushed her back down, hard and quick. Isla 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 pushed his cock inside of her wet pussy, stretching her wide.

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A.N: From the way this ended, you can guess how the next chapter will go :)

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