Chapter 29 #2
It’s too much of a gamble. I’m already taking a risk doing this in the middle of my nightclub. We’re in a discreet booth, and my men will shield us from prying eyes, but there’s always the chance a paparazzi with a long lens has somehow sneaked in here.
No matter the risks, I can’t stop myself.
I continue to finger-fuck her, and while I feel like a bastard for doing it, I feel like a king too. Alana is mine, and I will take her whenever and wherever I want.
Whimpering, she leans her head against my shoulder as her orgasm threatens, trying to stop herself from making too much noise.
I should kiss her. Should stroke her hair with my free hand and tell her that she’s fucking perfect, but I don’t.
I rub my thumb over her clit and bring her to a shuddering orgasm. Then I pull my fingers out of her and suck her sweet juices from them. “Your cono is so fucking good, princesa. You’re lucky I don’t spread you open on this table and eat you out right here.”
She glares at me, her cheeks flushed pink and her eyes wide. “You wouldn’t.”
I drag my thumb over her bottom lip, pulling her mouth open. “Maybe I’ll make you suck my cock instead.”
The tiniest gasp bubbles out of her. Fear flashes in her eyes, and it breaks something in me. I kiss her, trying to pour into it all the things I should tell her, how conflicted my feelings for her make me.
She doesn’t kiss me back.
Fuck.
She stands abruptly and straightens her skirt. “I’m going to dance.”
I stand too.
“Alone,” she snaps.
The fuck she will. The thought of her walking into that mass of bodies in that tiny skirt, no panties, and with her cum dripping out of her makes me feel like an animal. The prospect of anyone being near her ignites a rage inside me like I’ve never felt before.
I recognize it for the irrational jealousy that it is, but I don’t like it. I’m a man of cold, hard logic. I circle my hand around her wrist. “You go down there with me or you have a team of bodyguards around you instead. It’s your call, princesa.”
The fire in her eyes is better than the fear. “Fine.” She spins and stalks off to the dance floor with me on her heels.
What the fuck is happening? I don’t chase women.
Yet here I am, chasing my wife through my own damn nightclub.
She worms her way through the throng of people until she finds a spot she seems happy with.
I try not to react when other bodies brush against hers, reminding myself it’s inevitable on the crowded dance floor.
As soon as she starts to dance, the music changes to something with a slow, heavy bass line, and her body moves to the beat in perfect rhythm.
I don’t dance, but watching her is hypnotizing.
She probably doesn’t want my hands on her after what just happened, but this isn’t the kind of song you dance to alone, and I’ll be fucked if I let anyone else near her.
I grab her hips, and she makes no attempt to stop me. Instead, she holds my gaze, swaying and grinding against me.
I might have put on an epic power display up in the privacy of our booth, but there’s no doubt that she has it all now. Every bit of it. The truth is I would drop to my knees and crawl for this woman.
I slip my hands onto her ass and hold her close as she goes on grinding into me.
She raises her arms in the air, swaying them to the music.
I slide a hand from her ass to her throat and caress it with my fingertips.
My fingers still smell of her sweet cum, and now she has the scent on her neck.
I bury my face there, and she snakes her arms around my shoulders while our bodies move in unison.
My cock strains uncomfortably in my pants, and I growl against her as I pull her closer, dragging her body across my rock-hard erection.
“Were you this possessive over all those other women before me too, Alejandro?” she purrs in my ear.
Fuck. She has me there.
“No,” I growl and then press my teeth to her neck. I bite down on the tender flesh and suck hard enough to make her cry out. I’ve never been this fucking turned on before in my life. Despite us both being fully clothed, this is as close to fucking as two people can possibly get.
I brush my lips against her ear. “I need to get you home, because I might fucking die if I don’t get my cock inside you soon.”
There’s every chance she might refuse me after the way I treated her. If she does, I have no idea how I’ll handle it. While I’m not averse to picking her up and carrying her out of here, I hated that look of fear and uncertainty in her eyes, and I have no desire to see it ever again.
“Then let’s go,” she says.
I grab her hand and pull her through the crowd to the exit.
The car is already waiting for us, and I scoop her up into my arms and jog over to it, careful to keep my arm where it will shield her lack of underwear from view.
While I enjoy showing her off, I would gouge out the eyes of any man who got even the slightest glimpse of her bare ass or pussy.
The car door is opened for us, and I place her inside and climb in after her.
She slides across the seat, as far away from me as she can get, but with a wicked grin on her face.
I follow until I’m kneeling on the floor in front of her.
Practically salivating now with the need to taste her, I grab her by the hips and pull her roughly to me, spreading her legs with my torso.
Her skirt rides farther up her thighs, exposing her to me and letting me see her beautiful pussy dripping with her cum. The sweet scent fills the back of the car. My mouth waters. Cock aches.
“Alex,” she whines, and I am happy to hear that name again. I hated her calling me Alejandro in the club.
I may have been a bastard to her earlier, but I only did what was necessary. It doesn’t matter that I have feelings for my wife; it only matters that she doesn’t know about them. That way she can never use them against me. Can never take the control that could so easily be hers.