•Innocence•

•57• Temptress •

Arabella's POV

I watch as the car drifts into a new estate I hadn't seen before, the gates opening slowly as Leonardo speeds through, and around to the front of the huge mansion.

He parks the car on the side of the circular drive way, I peer up through the window taking a good look at the house.

It was very Victorian styled, and old, I think I would have Ben built early 1950s, or earlier but I loved it.

The house just had some more life to it and a homey touch, unlike those scary and uncomfortable looking new modern day houses. I wasn't too fond of those.

It would be my dream to live in a house like this one that stood tall in front of me one day.

But I would just have to hope it wouldn't crumble at my feet with how old they can be!

Leonardo's hand squeezes my thigh grasping my attention. "You were in a daze there for a bit Kitten." He chuckled I frowned.

I turn my attention to him, his calm demeanour slipped away from his handsome face and replaced with a serious glare. He was about to say something I wasn't going to like.

"I know there's still a lot I need to fill you in on, but I promise, I will tell you everything later when it is safe to." I put my hand over his reassuring that it was fine and I understood what he was doing.

I trusted him. And I knew he would keep me safe, if he had to. He would take a bullet for me.

I unbuckle my seat belt, and I crawl across the centre console taking a seat on his lap, straddling him.

His breath hitched as he moved around trying to adjust himself, I smirked I knew I did unexplainable things to his body every time I touched him, and I loved it.

My lips ghost over his, I could smell his minty breath mixed with his after shave and cologne from here.

His hands now we're resting on my hips his grip steady and not too tight, which was surprising because even he knew I was tempting him.

He hums at my antics, one of his hands moving up to rub against his stubble, he leans up and kisses me softly against my lips.

It was only a peak though, and I quickly realised we probably didn't have time for this.

His head moved towards my ear, his lips inches away from my ear lobe. "Stop tempting me you little temptress."

His deep voice made butterflies flutter around my stomach, I could feel my panties dampening.

He moved back resting his head back against the seat.

I lean forward, I deliberately grind my pussy against his crotch softly as I do so, he let out a quiet groan.

"Im not doing anything." I lie, I knew what I was doing and he knew that too, but by playing oblivious I knew it would annoy him more but also create a even thicker layer of tension between us.

His hands slip under my shirt, but they still rest on my hips in a even stronger grip, probably leaving a mark on my hips later, but I didn't care.

I look down at his lips, and back up to his eyes through my thick lashes.

"If we had the time, I would fuck you right here right now, but we don't. So be a good girl, and stop temping me." His eyes are hooded and darker than before and I can tell it's taking everything in him right now to not go against himself and his own words.

One of his hands travel from my hip and into my panties, his hand lightly glides over my freshly shaven core, and proceeds to cup it in his hand. The action causing a small moan to come from my lips.