Emma Watson as Arabella Jacobson

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Fighting Temptation: Capitulo Cinque

"I see you got yourself some more hickeys. I hope you're taking my advice to heart, but knowing you, you probably forgot."

I looked up at my sister guiltily as she entered my room, a look of mock annoyance on her face. "In my defense, he was the one who decided to suck on my neck." I shrugged, knowing full well I was moaning for more but she didn't have to know. "Hey, Josefina." I called out to Damiana and she snapped her head to me as she laid down next to me on my bed. "Si, hermano?" She replied and I sighed. "Since you know so much about him, why don't you tell me about Antonio?" I questioned and she raised a brow, a smirk tinged on her lips. "I knew you were still seeing that man!" She gasped.

I wouldn't call it seeing him but every time I saw him, I always ended up with bruised lips and hickeys.

Damiana pulled out her glasses and went to her notes, preparing to speak. "From what father has told me, his name is Antonio Aarón Esposito, born May 29th, 2040-" I cut her off with a sputter. "He's 4 years older than me?!" I narrowed my eyes. "He's practically a fucking Pilgrim!" I screeched and she looked at me like I was stupid. "I don't see the logic in that and you let that fucking Pilgrim give you all those hickeys so shut up." She rolled her eyes and I pouted.

"He was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico-" I cut her off again. "He's a Puerto Rican daddy?! Damn, I want him to talk dirty to me in Spanish." I licked my lips and she flicked my forehead. "He was born to Victorio Esposito and Calandra Fox. His father died when he was 4 and he was given up for adoption two days later. His mother was pregnant with another child but father never figured out who." She clicked her tongue and I nodded in reply. "He was relocated to Moscow, Russia in 2046 and two people adopted him, never found out who. Then in 2061, he became the head of the Russian mafia, no one knows why or how, but he did." She finished and I had nothing to say.

He just appeared to be more finer and more bad ass than ever before and god, did it make me even more horny. Just remembering that night he fucked me so good, he ruined the pleasure of my own fingers.

"What happened to his mother? Why she give him up?" Man, if my son looked as good as Antonio did, he wouldn't leave my house. Damiana shrugged. "It's as if she disappeared off of the face of the earth and no one knows why she gave him up and kept the other child." She said and I narrowed my eyes. So it was time for me to do some snooping on this fine Adonis.

"Oh!" Damiana had a thought come to her brain. "I came to get you." I looked at her with a confused expression and she sighed. "We have a meeting with father." I let out a grumble, leaning over to stand up. "Lemme guess, it's about he-who-shall-not-be-named?" I inquired, knowing damn well that Raymundo had a torch for Antonio but there was no reason why.

"Yes." Damiana nodded and walked out of my room to go the meeting, me tagging after her. "Hey, John!" I called out to the tall man with his long locks as I entered the room, him giving me a wave in response. "If it isn't Ramiro." He smirked and I sat next to him, waiting for my father to enter with the rest of his subordinates, people I didn't really care to know their names. "How's Demetrios?" John's face lit up at the mention of his husband and I envied him. "He's good. He went on a vacation with Kaylani and Janos. Left me here all by myself." He pouted and I chuckled.

"So now that we're all here," A booming voice took over the room and I stifled a sigh, flaking my stare over to the man of the hour: Raymundo Vega. "We have a few things to go over." He pulled down his board in the middle of the room, one filled with pictures and information of Antonio Esposito. "Our hit person is in town, so we need to make some arrangements to capture him." He said and my eyes widened. "We'll need inside men to confirm whereabouts and accessibility." He looked to all of his men and I began to tune him out, thinking about the man I desired.

When the meeting was over, I snapped out of my daze to see people walking out of the room.

"Ramiro, come here for a minute." Ray waved a hand over to me and I caught Derek's eye. "When do you plan on taking over?" I let out a hiss of annoyance, rolling my eyes. "Are we still on with this? I told you, dad," I looked him fiercely into his eyes, ignoring the look of anger that flashed through them. "I have no intentions of continuing the mafia! Just let it fall." I gritted my teeth. "Then what are you going to do with your life?" He let out a snide remark and Derek stood up, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm going to become a doctor and take care of people! Do my dreams not matter to you!?" I screeched, feeling my eyes water. My father had been pestering me for the last 4 years, ever since I turned 17. His retirement was creeping up but I had no idea why he didn't want to let the mafia fall, like uncle Ramone did. What was so important, he couldn't let it go? "Raymundo." A curt voice spoke and I turned my dad, Derek. "Let it go. You and I both know it's not a big deal." Derek gave a stern glare to Ray when he opened his mouth to speak. "Fine." He spat before turning to me. "But this conversation is far from over."

I walked out of the room, wondering when did my life become like this? Why was he pressuring me but not Damiana? She was just as much experienced as I was. Whatever. Derek was going to help me handle it so I was going to worry about it. And I didn't. I went to bed, thinking of nothing but Antonio and I woke up with a smile on my face, ready to start my day. That, and the cum staining my bed sheets.

"Okay, so don't let Antonio know what you know about him." I said to myself as I stood in the lobby of the hospital, looking for said man, waiting to feast on my prey. You don't want your creepiness to be the reason why you don't get no dick.

Sigh.

But I can't even get any from him because he's my father's enemy and I'm on a mission to avoid him and his aura of holy sexiness. Even if I was, my mission is slowly turning into a failure because every time I see Antonio, I forget who I am and I automatically start drooling.

"Yo, Tony!" I called out to the man who had the ability to make my body into putty as he walked towards some unknown destination and my body began to fill up with the utmost passion when he flickered the strong, luscious gaze on me as I approached. God, what is with this man and his mysterious aura that seemed to be having me jizz my fucking pants every day? "I-I-I heard that you're from Puerto Rico. Ya speak Spanish?" I asked, wondering why I was fucking stuttering and Antonio raised a sexy ass brow.

"Si, lo hago. Lo he hecho desde que nací." He spoke in the most beautiful accent I have ever heard in my life and I speak it too but it's so much better when you hear it from someone whose voices could raise erections simultaneously (Yes, I do. I have since birth). "H-Holy fuck, that was hot!" I screeched and he smirked, raking his eyes up and down my figure. "Gracias." He grinned. "So are you." Then he leaned forward and engulfed my lips with his as he did a day before, sucking on them as he rubbed my body sensually. God, did I want this man something fierce. I wanted him inside of me, all over me. "Can I have you tonight?" He uttered into my ear and I almost melted at the sound of his voice, his ice cold aura staining the room.

Or that's what I would like to imagine what happened if I actually did that but I just sat there in the lobby of the hospital, gaping at him in his Girgio Armani suit with his hair gelled back, trying to figure out why he smelled so good and why he knew what he was doing to me. "Close your mouth, Mr. Vega." A voice cut me away and I snapped my neck to the owner of it. "Shut it, old man." I growled with no heat to my tone and he chuckled. "Still lively as ever, Ramiro?" Harrison clapped me on the back. "Follow me to my office. We have matters to discuss." He motioned for sexy man and I to follow him in the opposite direction of which we were standing and heaven, help me.

I started to walk but then a large, warm hand engulfed the side of my waist and sparks shot up all over my body, causing me to shiver. "Just lending a helping hand, gorgeous." He spoke in that sinful, deep, baritone voice of us, sending tremors all over my body as his lips drew up in a sexy smirk, his gaze drifting downwards as he bit his lip. I fought the urge to moan as his cold fingers flicked past the warm skin of my stomach. Fuck! He can lend a helping hand to my weeping erection.

"I'd do more than lend a helping hand in that case." He uttered into my ear as we followed Maximilian, his hot breath fanning against the lobe of my ear and I fought the urge to succumb to my buckling knees as he spoke in that rich accent of his, making it seem like we were the only ones in the room. "Fuck, I spoke out loud!" I cursed and his grip on my waist tightened as he led me inside the room where Harrison was waiting for us. I could feel my erection straining against my pants as I leaned closer to Sin himself, taking in more of his intoxicating cologne. "So," Harrison spoke and Adonis reluctantly let me go, the zing of a spark flickering between us like thunder and lightning and I stood a few feet away from him. "You guys have something important to do in two days." Dr. Harrison said but I wasn't paying attention.

I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body...

I was too busy raking my eyes over the well-built and tall stature of the man I wanted inside of me like no other, his taut and thick muscles that were hidden under that suit of it, ones that I wanted to run my hands all over, kissable lips that I wanted to nibble on and kiss, eyes that I wanted to stare into forever, to burn his gaze into my memory. He very well maybe Antonio Esposito, my father's enemy, but no matter how much I tried to defy my wants, no matter how much I tried to convince myself with the thought of, 'MUST AVOID ANTONIO ESPOSITO', we drew to each other like a moth in a candle lit room. My body burned for him and he knew it with every smirk his lips made, every flick of his gaze over me, he knew I was craving for him, melting for him, yearning for his hands to caress my body like he did that night.

He knew it because I saw it in his eyes, he mirrored the same feeling.

Dr. Maximilian Harrison seemed oblivious to the burning desire filling up the room as Antonio and I stared into each other's eyes, hazel to brown, not wavering as our pupils filled with lust and my heart started to flutter as my skin flushed a fiery red. I flicked a tongue out to lick my dry lips, wondering when it got so hot in this cold room, watching as Antonio's eyes zeroed in on the action and right then and there, I knew it wasn't just me who was feeling this way. But nonetheless, Harrison continued to spoke, saying one sentence that would put me further in the devil's den.

"Ramiro, you have the lovely experience of being able to travel with Mr. Esposito to San Juan!"