Chapter 25
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Alana
After such an eventful night last night, I slept so deeply that I didn’t feel Alejandro get out of bed this morning.
He always gets up early and works out before he leaves for work, but I can’t help feeling disappointed that he left without saying goodbye.
I really wouldn’t have minded if he’d woken me.
I shake my head. I’m being silly. Just because we have mind-blowing sex and although he’s often sweet to me, like last night, we don’t have a kiss-your-wife-before-you-leave kind of relationship.
I stretch out like a languid cat. Every part of my body aches pleasantly. It seems my husband is a machine when it comes to sex, and I am loving this new side to our relationship.
Finally, I force myself to shower and get dressed and head outside to a beautiful sunny day.
I like to enjoy a quiet coffee in the garden in the mornings, which Magda is aware of, so I’m not surprised to find the French doors already open.
But when I step out onto the patio, I am very surprised to see Alejandro sitting at the table reading a newspaper.
Arranged in front of him are a pot of fresh coffee, a jug of orange juice, and a platter of delicious-smelling pastries.
“Good morning.” I smile and sit across from him. “It’s not like you to join me for breakfast.”
He looks up from his paper and smiles at me. “Buenos días, princesa. I’ll be joining you for more than just breakfast. I’ve taken the entire day off.”
A whole kaleidoscope of butterflies takes flight in the pit of my stomach, and I don’t bother to hide my excitement. “Is there any particular reason for that?”
He folds his newspaper and places it on the table before picking up the juice and pouring us each a glass. “No particular reason. I haven’t had a day off for months, and I figured I deserved one.”
That’s true. He even worked on our wedding day.
I suppose being a Mafia don isn’t exactly a nine to five.
“I agree that you do.” I tear a chunk off a croissant.
“And I’m glad you’re here because I wanted to ask you …
What does quiero comerte el cono mean?” The way he said it in the den before my spanking made me think it’s something filthy.
He laughs, and the sound has my heart fluttering behind my breastbone. He has an easy, sexy laugh, but I don’t hear it often. He watches me chew the warm, buttery pastry, grinning wickedly. “It means I want to eat your pussy.”
Heat infuses my face. “Oh.”
“Surely that’s not so surprising when I did eat your pussy. You came on my face. Twice.”
His filthy talk is not helping my flaming cheeks. I love the way he talks dirty to me, but it takes some getting used to.
“Ven aquí,” he says, his voice commanding and smooth as chocolate.
“I don’t know what that means either.” I really need to take some Spanish lessons.
He pats his thigh. “It means come here.”
My pussy screams “yes sir!” in response, and without hesitation, I go to him. As soon as I’m within reaching distance, he grabs my hand and pulls me onto his lap, making me squeal with delight.
“This is a beautiful dress.” He slides his hand under the aqua-blue fabric and between my thighs. “This color looks incredible on you.”
“Thank you,” I groan. The sensation of his rough fingertips on my skin is heavenly.
He pulls back my hair and nuzzles my neck. “Open,” he commands, and my body obeys him without question, which allows his hand to edge farther toward the apex of my thighs before his fingers brush my panties.
“Do we have to go over the panty rule again, Alana?” he says playfully against my ear, pulling the fabric to one side. His fingers glide easily through my wet center until they find my clit.
I suck in a raspy breath. “In my defense, I didn’t know you were home.”
“But you do now, so take them off.” He removes his hand from beneath my dress and holds it out to me, palm up in expectation.
I try to stand, but he keeps his arm around my waist and holds me in place on his lap. “You’re not making this easy.” I wriggle my ass until I’m able to slide my panties down over my hips.
“Now what would be the fun in that?”
Awkwardly, I peel my underwear down my legs and off my feet. Then I place them in his outstretched hand, and he immediately stuffs them into his pocket.
“Do you seriously expect me to not wear panties whenever you’re in the house? I mean, it’s not always practical. Like when your mom comes to visit.”
He plants a soft kiss on my neck and runs his teeth along my collarbone.
“You’ll wear panties when I permit you to—like when you’re on your period or if my mom comes to visit.
But at all other times, you’ll be bare for me.
” He returns his hand under my dress, back to where my body is aching to feel him.
“But why?” I pant.
“Isn’t that obvious?” He dips one of his thick fingers inside me. “I want access to this sweet cono whenever and wherever I choose.” His finger works gently in and out of me. Then he adds a second.
I see stars. “Alex,” I moan. “What if someone sees?”
“There’s no one out here but us. Relax and let me show you what happens to good girls when they do as they’re told.”
I lean my head against his shoulder and close my eyes, giving into the pleasure of him working me over with his skilled fingers.
He grinds the heel of his palm against my clit while he buries his fingers in me, reaching for that sweet spot deep inside and rubbing on it over and over until I feel like I’m losing my mind.
“Please, Alex,” I whisper against his shirt.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I find myself staring into his beautiful brown eyes.
He seals his lips over mine, and my whole body pulses with pleasure.
He keeps me teetering on the edge for what feels like an eternity.
I whimper into his mouth, wild with need.
Taking pity on me, he increases his pace and gives my clit a hard press with the heel of his palm, and I come apart around him.
“Alex!” I cry as my orgasm tears through my body. Only after I’ve ridden the last wave of my orgasm does he remove his hand from under my dress.
“I do love some cream with my morning coffee,” he says with a wicked grin. Then he places the two fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean.
Alejandro and I spent a lazy morning eating breakfast, reading newspapers, and sitting in the garden. I changed into my bikini half an hour ago and am doing a few laps of the pool when I hear a huge splash behind me.
I spin around to see him swimming toward me, his beautiful, muscular body gliding effortlessly through the water. The fire in his eyes suggests he’s only in the mood for one thing. A quick glance at his naked body below the water confirms my suspicions.
I offer him a quick grin before turning and swimming away as quickly as I can. He’s too fast for me though, and I’ve barely reached the side when he grabs me by the waist.
“Are you trying to run away from me, princesa?” He nips my shoulder blade.
I laugh and wriggle in his grip until he cages me with his strong arms and presses his hard body into mine. He kisses me so fiercely that I struggle for breath, and his hands slip below the waterline where he takes hold of the ties on either side of my bikini bottoms.
“Alex,” I gasp, aware of exactly what he’s about to do. “Someone might see us.” I swat at his hands, but he tugs on the fabric, and the flimsy material gives way easily. Grinning, he throws the bottom half of my bikini out of the pool, far out of my reach.
“They won’t. So stop resisting me and let me inside you. Unless you’re too sore?”
“Not too sore, no.” I’m tender, but that’s not why I’m resistant. He nudges my legs apart with his knee. “How many women have you had sex with in this pool?” I ask.
He sucks on his top lip as though he’s considering his answer while also looking downright edible. “None,” he finally says as he forces my legs wider and settles himself between my thighs.
“Not even one?” I find that hard to believe. Alejandro Montoya is well-known for his love of women—many women.
Water flies from his hair when he shakes his head. “I never brought any women to the house.”
“Where’d you take them?”
“My hotel.”
“Why didn’t you ever bring them here?” This house is beautiful and stylish and quite impressive.
But then, I suppose the penthouse suite of one of LA’s finest hotels is too.
I haven’t been invited there yet and wonder if I ever will be.
I push away that hurt and focus on the fact that we’re here together now.
He took the day off to spend with me, even if he won’t openly admit it.
“This is my home. This isn’t for the women who came before you. It would have been far too personal. Now stop talking or I’ll put that beautiful mouth of yours to much better use.”
“We can’t do that. You have staff everywhere,” I remind him, glancing around the garden. “Not to mention security cameras.”
“I turned the cameras off earlier, and I gave most of the staff a day off. Jacob is on the front gate, and there are three men patrolling the perimeter. Nobody will come anywhere near us.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Why did you give everyone the day off?”
He runs his teeth along my jawline, and goosebumps prickle out over my skin. “Because I want to fuck my wife in every room and on every surface of this house.”
His words sink deep into my core, making wet heat pool between my thighs. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he presses his rock-hard cock against my opening. “I like it when you call me your wife,” I purr in his ear.
He plants kisses along my throat. “Do you?”
“Yes. It’s a nice change from princesa.”
He pulls back. “You don’t like princesa?”
“Well, it’s not really a term of endearment, is it? You call me princesa because you incorrectly assumed I was a spoiled daddy’s girl.”
He hums and resumes kissing my neck. “You are a spoiled princesa though. But you’re my spoiled princesa now.”
I tip my head back and groan as he sucks on a tender spot beneath my ear. “I don’t want to be spoiled. I want to be respected. I want to be your equal, Alejandro.” I press my hips forward and force the tip of his cock inside me.
He bites down on my neck. “Let me spoil you, Alana. I’ll give you everything your heart desires. I’ll always respect you. But don’t ever mistake my indulgence for weakness.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” I moan loudly when he pushes the full length of his huge cock inside me, pinning me to the side of the pool.
I don’t miss that he neglected to say that he’d treat me like an equal, but I’ll take what I can get for now and work on the rest. Besides, I’m too distracted by the endorphins racing around my body.
“Buena nina.” He tugs at my bikini top until one of my nipples pops out of the fabric. Sucking it into his mouth, he nails me to the wall.
I rake my nails down his strong back as he makes me come so hard I think I might pass out. How can he make me feel this wanted, this desired? This worshipped?
His attentiveness, not to mention the orgasms must be scrambling my brain. Because this marriage isn’t real. So how is it that we’re able to find this much pleasure in each other?
I rest my forehead on his shoulder, panting from the strength of my climax. Maybe I should stop asking questions and focus on the present. On how good this is and how happy he makes me.
For now, maybe that’s enough.