Chapter 23
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Alana
My cell phone vibrates, signaling a text from The Devil.
I’ll be home in ten minutes. Remember my rule, princesa.
I snort a laugh. Just who the hell does Alejandro think he is, ordering me to wear no panties? I’m not one of his staff who will bow to his every whim.
Ridiculous.
I refuse to obey.
The memory of his promise to punish me if I didn’t follow his orders washes over me, how the deep, commanding timbre of his voice caused my knees to tremble.
What would he do if I disobeyed him? I’m not sure I’m brave enough to find out.
Just as interesting to me though, is what he will do if I comply.
Fuck me like a demon as soon as he walks through the door?
Maybe give me one of those mind-blowing orgasms that makes me forget my own name.
The wetness between my thighs is already making my panties damp. Last night was beyond incredible. My body felt things that I didn’t know it was capable of feeling.
Alejandro Montoya might be a devil, but he’s also a sex god. If my body was built for sin, then his was built for pleasure. I can’t get enough of him. So if he wants no panties, no panties is what he’ll get.
I look for a safe place in the den to hide them. Opting for my purse, I shove the white cotton underwear down to the bottom so they won’t fall out in public if I forget to take them out.
Walking around the house in my dress with no panties feels strangely liberating and quite naughty. The gentle pulse between my thighs turns to a throbbing ache when I check my watch and think of him coming home. I crave him, and all I can think about is having some part of Alejandro inside me.
My skin burns and my throat feels dry. The kitchen is empty. Magda prepared a lasagna for dinner and left it in the refrigerator, ready to be popped into the oven when needed, so she’s probably retired to her own quarters for the evening.
I’m still at the sink sipping from a glass of cold water when I feel him walk into the room. My body crackles with electricity from being in his vicinity. I take another mouthful of the soothing liquid as his footsteps cross the kitchen.
A second later, his strong hands grab my hips and his hot mouth rests against the skin of my neck. He rubs his jaw along my sensitive flesh, his stubble grazing my skin.
“You smell fucking delicious, princesa.”
As he lifts my dress, I can’t help but smile at the knowledge of what he’s about to find.
His strong fingers probe between my thighs, and I part them slightly to give him room.
His answering growl is feral and hungry, and it doesn’t take more than a second for him to slide his thick fingers through my wet folds.
I bite my lip, stifling a needy moan.
“That’s my good girl,” he says in my ear. “I’m pleased to find you ready for me. I have thought about almost nothing else but fucking you again all day. I’ve had a hard-on for you all afternoon, and I can’t wait a second longer to have my cock inside you.”
The sound of his zipper is immediately followed by his hard length driving inside me.
Hot and stiff and all the way to the hilt.
The glass I was holding drops into the sink with a clatter, and I’m forced to grab onto the edge of the kitchen counter to keep myself from lifting off the floor as my husband pounds into me.
Being so full of him again is exquisite.
I’m still tender from last night and this morning, but I don’t care.
I need him inside me as much as I need air.
The slight burn only adds to the pleasure as he hits a spot inside of me that makes me feel like my body is numb and singing with euphoria at the same time.
Whatever it is he’s doing to me, my body craves it. He owns me completely.
He sucks on the tender skin of my neck and grinds out his relief. “Fuck,” he grunts when he climaxes.
His phone rings, and he releases a string of curses in Spanish. I want to curse too. I’m still on the edge, a trembling wreck desperate for release. He takes his phone from his pocket and groans. “Fuck, I really need to take this.” Before I know what’s happening, he’s gone.
I spin around and gape at the empty doorway, feeling used and vulnerable. He literally just shot his load in me and left me panting with need while his cum drips down my thighs.
Was the way he took such good care of me last night a one-time deal? He warned me that it wouldn’t always be like that, but I didn’t expect to become a plaything to be used at his will.
Asshole!
I grab a paper towel and wipe my thighs before stalking back to the den.
I feel on edge and definitely a little used.
He was such a considerate lover last night and this morning, even when he was rough.
But was that just because it was our first time—and second and third and fourth?
Maybe now it will always be like this, where I’m left to take care of myself.
Which I could, of course, but it would be bland compared to Alejandro.
Twenty minutes must have passed by the time Alejandro seeks me out, finding me reading in the den, panties firmly back on.
“There you are, princesa,” he says, nonchalant, as if he didn’t act like a complete asshole to me.
I don’t bother looking up from my book.
He comes to stand in front of me and has the audacity to laugh. “Are you mad at me because I didn’t make you come?”
“No, I am not,” I snap.
“Because I know the timing was fucked up, but I had to take that call.”
“It’s all good.” I turn the page of my book and focus on it like it’s the most interesting thing in the world when all I really want to look at is the Adonis in the finely tailored suit standing about six inches away.
He drops to his knees, takes my book, and tosses it on the sofa next to me. I don’t have time to protest before he grabs me by the hips and pulls me toward him.
“What are you doing?” I demand.
“What does it look like? Quiero comerte el cono.” He gives me a wicked grin and pushes my dress up past my thighs.
That grin disappears when he sees my panties. “What the fuck are these, Alana?”
“Um, panties. I thought we were done.” I shrug, trying to come off indifferent when my legs are already shaking with both fear and excitement. He looks super pissed.
“You thought we were done?” His tone is dangerous and seductive.
“We haven’t even started. You think I’d just come home and fuck you like that and not take care of you after?
But, you know what, even if we were done, I told you no fucking panties!
I told you that I wanted access to you at all fucking times.
In that respect, we are never done, are we? ”
Jesus, he’s really serious about the whole no-panty thing. “Okay,” I whisper.
“No, it’s not okay, Alana.” He tosses me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing and strides out of the den with my ass in the air. We pass one of his armed guards, who to his credit doesn’t bat an eyelid at the situation.
I hit him on the back with my fists. “Put me down!”
He slaps my ass—hard. “I told you there would be consequences for disobeying me.”
“Where the hell are you taking me?” I screech, but he doesn’t answer. I want to die of shame as we pass another guard in the hallway right before my devil husband calmly opens his study.
He kicks the door shut and finally sets me on my feet. Filled with anger, anticipation, and a healthy dose of fear, I back away from him until my ass bumps against his desk. That thunderous look on his face is terrifying, and I have no idea why this whole situation has me so turned on.
He closes the distance between us in one stride, his gaze fierce, and bunches my dress up around my waist. With one quick tug, he tears my panties off me and stuffs the shredded material in his pocket.
“That’s one of my favorite pairs of panties you’ve just ruined.”
“I’ll destroy all your goddamn panties if you don’t start doing as you’re told,” he growls. “Now turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn. Around.”
I don’t ask for clarification, expecting he won’t give it anyway. I’m half naked and craving release after what happened in the kitchen, so surely this can only end one way. Right? I spin on my heel to face his desk, then I wait in breathless anticipation of what he’s planning.
“Bend over the desk.”
I swallow a knot of trepidation but do as I’m told and lean forward until my cheek is pressed against the cool mahogany. I suck in a deep breath, wondering if he intends to fuck me like this, and the thought alone makes my core contract.
But he doesn’t fuck me.
It’s the rush of air I feel first of all, right before his palm lands on my ass. “Ow! That hurt.” My hands fly back instinctively, and I cover my bare backside in an attempt to shield myself from any further assault. What the hell?
“It’s supposed to, princesa. Wouldn’t be much of a punishment otherwise, would it? Now put your hands back on that desk, and if you move them again, I’ll add another ten to your spanking.”
My spanking? “But … I just—” My words are cut off by another sharp smack.
“Are you talking back to me?” He sounds cool and collected now, which only feels more dangerous.
“No,” I whimper. My knees shake.
He leans over me, his body warming my back and his sinful mouth at my ear. “Do you trust me, Alana?”
Do I? With my body, at least. “Yes,” I whisper.
“So be a good girl and take your punishment, and I’ll give you a reward afterward. I’ll give you what we both need.”
I grit my teeth to stop myself from making some snarky comeback about where he can stick his reward.
That would only make him angrier, and I might not get that reward I want so badly.
Besides, as humiliating as it should feel to be bent over his desk getting my ass spanked, it’s not. In fact, it’s deliciously thrilling.