Chapter 38
Chapter
Thirty-Eight
Alana
Ipull at my restraints, and the soft leather of Alejandro’s belt pinches my skin, but I can’t help it. I’m desperate to touch him.
I want to rake my fingers through his thick hair and scrape my fingernails down his muscular back. I don’t want to know what happened today to make him come home in desperate need of this, but he’s fucking me like a man possessed, and I love it.
There’s no tenderness from him tonight. He’s all anger and fire and fury, but I don’t care. I let him take what he wants, because I know that is what he needs. I so want to be what he needs, and I don’t even know why.
I should hate this man. This devil who was willing to see my father spend the rest of his life in prison. But I can’t any longer. He’s breaking down every last line of my defenses, and there isn’t a single thing I can do to stop him.
His fingertips dig into my ass cheek, and I cry out, half in pleasure, half in pain, as he increases his efforts. He pounds into me, driving at that sweet spot inside me over and over again until I feel myself falling off the edge of the cliff.
I shout his name as my orgasm crashes over me like a tsunami, and he bites so deeply into the tender skin between my neck and shoulder that I’m sure he must have drawn blood. The pain is blocked out by the euphoria coursing through my body like it’s the very blood in my veins.
He gives a final thrust as he finds his own release, and then he collapses on top of me, his skin damp and his breathing heavy from his exertions.
If my hands were free, I would wrap my arms around him and bury my fingers in his hair. But my wrists are still bound, and my legs are trembling so badly that I can barely lift them.
We lie here for a few moments, barely moving, before he lifts himself up and frees my wrists. I rub at the tender skin while Alejandro goes to the bathroom without saying a word.
I run a hand over my neck and shoulders and rub at the bite mark, checking for blood and finding none.
When I hear the shower running, I get up and make my way to the bathroom, taking a deep breath before I enter.
I could be upset about how he walked out of the room without a word after what we just did, or I could accept that I’m married to a man who has more demons than hell itself, and sometimes he processes his awful days in any way he needs to.
Hot water streams down his muscular back. I will never get used to the sight of him naked. Alejandro is a work of art.
He looks up and sees me standing there, watching him. “Ven aquí.”
I hesitate, not sure I can take much more of him right now. But I trust him to know my limits and do as he asks, stepping into the hot shower with him.
He pulls me close and settles one hand on my ass as the other moves to the back of my neck. He wraps my hair around his fist and tilts my head up to his before sealing his mouth over mine.
His kiss is different. Soft, slow. He lazily explores my mouth with his tongue. I wrap my arms around his neck, and my body melts into his until I can hardly tell where he ends and I begin.
The fire inside me ignites with fervor, as though I’m always on a pilot light around him, and all he has to do is touch me and I’m in full flame.
We kiss for a long time with the water running over our bodies. This is a different claiming than what happened on the bed. He’s still taking everything from me—demanding my submission. But this is much more dangerous than before. I’m falling, and I have no idea how to stop.
I don’t know how long we stay locked together like that, but the water suddenly shuts off, and then he’s lifting me into his arms and carrying me back into the bedroom, his lips not leaving mine the entire time.
He lays me down on the bed, both of us dripping wet, and settles between my thighs. We go on kissing, his hard length digging into my abdomen, but he doesn’t attempt to do anything about it.
When he finally breaks our kiss, he stares into my eyes, and I’m struck by the depth of his. “You have the darkest eyes I have ever seen,” I say, tracing my fingertips along his jawline.
“They’re as dark as my soul, princesa.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” I whisper.
“Even after what I just did to you?”
I grin at him. “And what exactly did you do?”
His cock twitches against my flesh. “Tied you up and fucked you.”
“Well, I enjoyed that,” I purr in his ear.
“Oh, you did?”
“Very much, sir. ” I rock my hips, pressing myself against his cock and making him groan.
“We need to eat.”
“I have something right here you could eat. I figure you owe me after you just tied me up and fucked me.”
He smiles, and it’s a beautiful thing. It makes him look sexier than he already did. And I’m responsible for that. I turned his awful day around and made him look at me like I’m the most important person in the whole world. “But you just said you liked that.”
I place my hands on either side of his face. Whatever the reason for the bad mood he was in when he got home, he seems like he’s over it now. “I did. A lot.”
He makes a noise in his throat that sounds like a feral animal, and it makes me giggle.
“You want me to eat you out?”
“Yes please,” I whine.
“If I do, will you come to the kitchen and eat dinner with me after?”
“Yes,” I say eagerly. “I’ll eat whatever you want.”
He lowers himself between my thighs. “I’ve never tasted my own cum before,” he growls before he slides his tongue inside me.
“Alex,” I groan, already on the edge.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He runs his hot, wet tongue right up to my clit and sucks it into his mouth while he rims either side of it. He’s tender and reverent, and I feel totally worshipped. The king of LA and his princess.
I come so hard I almost pass out.