Chapter 30
Chapter
Thirty
Alana
Staring at Alejandro’s handsome face as he kneels in front of me, I am filled with a persistent ache that nothing but having him inside me will satisfy.
He wasn’t honest with me in the club earlier—his possessiveness alone tells me that I mean more to him than the women before me. Besides, there’s no way two people could connect the way we do without any emotion attached to it. But I’m not sure if his blatant lie makes him more or less cruel.
What I do know is despite the fact that he’s a devil, my body wants him so desperately I’ll let him do anything to me. I was willingly finger-fucked by him in the middle of the hottest nightclub in LA. If what he wants now is sex in the back of his limo, then that’s what I’ll give him.
His strong hands slide up my inner thighs, and I tremble at his touch. His cellphone rings, and he curses in Spanish. “One moment, princesa.”
He sits back on his heels and takes the offending item out of his pocket. A glance at the screen makes him curse again before he answers the call. “Me cago en la puta!”
He speaks in Spanish throughout, and whatever’s going on is making him furious. He presses the intercom and barks something to our driver while continuing his call. A moment later, the car comes to a rolling stop.
Alejandro hangs up and gives me a tender kiss. “I have to deal with something. Don’t wait up for me.”
The next thing I know, my husband is climbing out of the car.
A guard pops his head in but is yanked back, and I panic until I hear Alejandro’s voice. “What the fuck are you doing? Get in the front, cabrón. You don’t get to sit with her.”
The back door closes, then the front door slams shut, and we drive off. I’m grateful the guard isn’t sitting back here given that I’m dripping wet and wearing no panties.
“You okay back there, Alana?” Jacob asks through the speaker.
“Yes, thanks, Jacob,” I answer, but I’m not okay.
I’m worried about what’s happening and where Alejandro is going.
Despite who he is, I realize I haven’t really worried about his safety all that much before.
He has so many guards, and I’ve seen how well he can handle himself.
Maybe I learned to compartmentalize it so I can function, but now it feels like it’s staring me right in the face.
Or perhaps I’m simply emotional and on edge.
All I know is I want my husband here with me.
“I’ll get you home safely as quickly as I can,” Jacob says softly.
Will you get Alejandro home safely and quickly too though? I want to ask but don’t.
I lie awake for hours, running through dangerous scenarios, but I must fall asleep at some point because I wake with a start when I feel the mattress dip beside me.
My heart races but is quickly soothed at the sight of Alejandro slipping under the covers.
He lies on his back with his hands behind his head.
I didn’t know whether he was coming home or spending the night at his hotel like he used to, yet here he is, and I’m filled with relief and happiness. Whatever his reasons for pushing me away, his actions tell me he wants this closeness between us as much as I do.
Something bad must have happened, and while he doesn’t talk to me about his business, I know he’ll likely struggle to sleep as he often does when he’s called away on short notice.
A part of me is still hurting from his cruel treatment in the club, but another part of me just wants him to make everything feel better—and I can make him feel better too.
We could at least do that for each other.
I rest my hand on his chest, and he turns his head. “It’s late. Go back to sleep, princesa,” he murmurs.
“Is everything okay?”
He lets out a long sigh. “Nothing that can’t be handled.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
He laces his fingers through mine and presses a kiss on my knuckles. “You already do more than enough.”
I don’t know what that means exactly, and I don’t know what to do next to take away his despair. He’s always in charge, and I don’t know how to be. I shuffle closer and plant a kiss on his muscular chest. His low growl spurs me on.
I kiss him again, and he tangles his fingers in my hair. Emboldened, I trail my lips down his defined abs and inch my lips toward his hard cock. When I kiss the tip, he grunts. “Are you sure about this?”
In response, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and swirl my tongue over the crown, lapping up his salty pre-cum.
“Fuck!” His other hand goes to the back of my head, and I take more of him into my mouth.“Joder, Alana!”
Knowing how much he’s enjoying this makes me bolder. I suck harder, and he pushes deeper. His taste floods my mouth, and I love the sensation of his hot skin against my lips and tongue.
His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling gently at the root. “You’re so good at that.”
Filled with pride, I use my tongue to intermittently swirl over the tip before taking him to the back of my throat again. He holds my head still and fucks my throat.
I’m no longer in control, but I don’t care. I’m intoxicated by the effect I have on his body and the sound of him repeatedly groaning my name and cursing. A familiar warmth builds in my abdomen as he claims my mouth.
“That feels so fucking good,” he says, and my core contracts at his praise. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
I appreciate the warning, but I’m desperate to taste him and I don’t let up. He comes, hot, thick, and heavy against my throat, and I swallow greedily, sucking and licking the length of his shaft as I clean up every last drop.
His hands fall to his sides, and I let him slip from my mouth and gaze up at him. He looks like I usually feel after he’s made me come, and that makes me feel both special and empowered.
I crawl up the bed, and he pulls me to him for a kiss. His tongue dips inside my mouth and I groan. Knowing that he’s tasting himself on me is such a turn-on.
He breaks our kiss and grins at me. “You sure you’ve never done that before?”
I shake my head. “Never. Was it okay?”
“Okay? That’s like saying da Vinci was an okay painter.”
I giggle, feeling light and unrestrained, all of the hurt from the club already gone. “Are you saying I’m a blowjob genius then?”
“Well, genius might be a stretch.” He winks at me. “But you’ll definitely get there with practice.”
I gasp dramatically, and he laughs before wrapping his giant arms around me. He runs the pad of his thumb back and forth across my shoulder blade, and I practically melt into him.
This right here feels like heaven.
“I suppose tonight has been a night of firsts,” he says.
“Why is that?”
He cups my chin and tips my head up so I’m looking into his eyes. “What happened in the club … I’ve never done that with anyone before. Not in public. I want you to know that.”
“Never?”
“Never. I’ve never danced with anyone in public either. Well, except for my mom, and I might have danced with my cousin Lauren once at a wedding.”
“With your cousin? Seriously?”
“I was only thirteen!” He tickles me until I squeal with laughter, only stopping when I beg. He rolls me onto my back, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. His brown eyes sparkle.
“Why do you push me away, Alex?” I ask, letting myself be vulnerable with him.
“Because you want more from me than I’m prepared to give you.”
What a crock of shit. “You’re an arrogant asshole, you know that? How do you know what I want? You’ve never even asked me.”
He frowns. “I can tell by the way you look at me. You want—”
“I don’t want your love if that’s what you’re afraid of.” It’s a lie, but I opened up to him, and now he’s acting like a bastard.
“You don’t?”
Why the hell does he sound hurt? He literally just said he can’t offer me more.
“You told me you don’t do love, and I accept that.
All I want from you is exactly what you give me.
So you don’t have to be cruel to push me away.
” I hold his gaze, letting him know he doesn’t intimidate me, no matter how good he is at giving me orgasms. “I’m already at a safe distance, and I intend to stay here. ”
“So it doesn’t matter to you that all I want is your body?”
“That suits me just fine because that’s all I’m offering.”
He pins my wrists above my head, and my hips lift up to meet him. Bastard or not, my body always wants him. “You’ll give me whatever I want, princesa,” he growls. “If I want your heart too, I’ll take it.”
“What would you do with it?” I wrap my legs around his waist, and his cock nudges against my opening. “My body you understand completely, maybe even better than I do, but you wouldn’t have a clue how to handle my heart, big guy. Besides, it’s much too good for you.”
“You might be right about that.” He slides the tip of his length inside me. “Now, how about we stop talking and I fuck you?”
Before I can respond, he slams into me. “Because this is what we do, isn’t it? This is when I own you.” He rails into me over and over again, driving at my sweet spot until my legs tremble. “This is when I own every single part of you—body, heart, and soul.”
All I can do is agree as my orgasm crashes over me in a huge rolling wave.