Chapter Seventeen

The smell of her musk 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.

Arturo 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 his wet cunt, he made sure to get a look at her labia.

Dark in color and a little swollen. Ignoring the fact that she was soaking him, there was no more proof that he needed.

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 were 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," Arturo said, 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 Arturo's 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 if 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 Arturo's fingers pushed down the lace, exposing her breasts and nipples to his fingers. His fingers felt rougher now that he was playing around with such a sensitive area of skin. Arturo pinched both her nipples at the same time, and she forgot all about how coarse his fingers were.

Isla threw 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 Arturo 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 Arturo's 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 Isla. 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 of that intensely satisfying high. Isla 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 on just like that.

And all the while, Arturo's 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 Isla's 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. Isla didn't know what was going on in Arturo's 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 looked 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 was. 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, Isla had thought it was good sex, but he wanted more?

Isla 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. Isla knew nothing about that life style 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 that he wanted anything more from her.

Isla leaned back against the side of the bed, completely sitting on the floor now. "What do you want me to know?"

Unless what he wanted her to do didn't have everything to do with sex. It partly had to do with it, that's what this entire thing was about, but there was clearly something else she'd missed. Was it even in this contract?

Isla's phone buzzed. She heard the vibration and looked up. He'd left her cell on the vanity. Isla got to her feet and chased after the thing before it could vibrate itself off of the wood and smash on the floor.

Luckily she caught it.

A phone call from Jane. Isla's heart warmed up at the picture of her friend, wearing her tacky heart sunglasses, sticking her tongue out to the camera and making a peace sign.

Isla slid her thumb over to the ignore option. She didn't completely want to leave her friend hanging, though, but she wasn't in a mood to talk, not when she had more questions than answers.

She shot off a quick text so Jane wouldn't think she was dead though.

Hey, sorry, just did the deed w Arturo. Can't talk.Can we just txt?

There was a pause before the reply came back. Sure. How u feeling?

Isla smiled and went back to her bed, texting all the way. Jane was good like that. She knew that just because Isla might not want to talk on the phone, that it didn't mean they couldn't text all night. Sometimes it was easier to text than to actually talk.

Feeling fine. It was good, just confused. Not in a bad way.

Not really, at any rate.

Another pause. Isla could practically see Janey trying to think about what she needed to say.

Let me know if I should kill him.

Isla laughed out loud when she read that. Too funny.

No. Is all fine. He's just a wang.

Um. lol okay?

WEIRD!!!

Fucking autocorrect.

Ahahahaha. LOL. thought you were spilling the fun details.

Isla was smiling again. Autocorrect was half the fun of texting. She send the next half an hour texting back ad forth while simultaneously going over her contract, searching, once again, for anything, big or small, that she might've missed.

She couldn't find anything, and she didn't want to worry Jane with it either. Not yet. Until that time came around, she just told her friend about the dinner, about Martina and Sam and the other people who were in Arturo's huge mansion. She also mentioned meeting two of the man's three brothers already in one night, though she decided to keep her real thoughts about Sebastian to herself.

The confidentiality clause probably didn't allow for Isla talking to her best friend about what an angry creep Sebastian was, even if it looked like Arturo didn't like him, but she did mention that Orlando seemed like a nice guy, and he had been checking in on her. She had yet to meet the third Calendri brother, though, considering how things had gone today, she knew that was in her future.

Ask if any of them are single!!

She'd asked Orlando, maybe, but definitely not Sebastian.

Isla sent off a couple more texts, claiming she was tired and needed to look over the rest of her schedule for tomorrow. She didn't have a schedule, but she just wanted to reread her contract for the hundredth time.

Jane didn't take the low hanging fruit by teasing Isla on how tired she really must be after so much good sex. Instead, she brought up something else that Isla hadn't even thought about until Jane mentioned it.

You think he wants you because his dad and your grandfather knew each other?

That question made Isla pause. She hadn't even thought of that until just now.

How do you mean?

They're both bus men, right?

Yeah, Isla typed, knowing Jane had meant the word business men.

What if Arturo's dad tried to do business with your grandfather and he said no? Then he got mad and tried to take over. Is that possible?

Isla thought about it, and at first told herself that it wasn't possible. It couldn't be. Bacaimi Boutique wasn't big enough, not rich enough, to warrant the notice from a billionaire.

But business was business. Who was to say that Vincenzio Calendri hadn't seen something in the boutique, and wanted to get it before it got too big and was more expensive to buy out.

Isla's grandfather was a strict business man who had no patience for the sharks of the business world. She could just imagine the telling off he would give to Vincenzio had the two ever met. It might also explain why Vincenzio had gone on the warpath to take over a company that wasn't worth much of his notice.

It gave her a lot more to think about after she and Jane called it a night.

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To Be Continued.........

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