Chapter 48
Chapter
Forty-Eight
Alejandro
I’m plating dinner when she walks out of the bedroom wearing one of my T-shirts, her damp hair brushed back from her face. She looks good enough to eat, and I can hardly wait to do that. First, we need to eat dinner and have a conversation about what happened today.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She indicates the shirt she must have found in the closet. “I literally have no clothes.”
“Of course I don’t mind. It looks better on you anyway.”
“I doubt that,” she purrs, and my cock twitches to life.
“I brought your clothes in. We can wash them later. But in the meantime, I guess you’ll have to wear mine.”
“I obviously don’t have any panties though,” she says, sinking her teeth into her lower lip.
Fuck, she’s trying to distract me with her gorgeous body. It’s working.
After setting the plates on the table, I grab her hair at the nape of her neck and tilt her head so she’s looking at me. “I know you don’t. But like I told you earlier, you won’t be needing any. So don’t worry about it. Now, sit your pretty little ass down and eat your dinner.”
I release her, and she sits at the table, looking up at me with those huge brown eyes of hers. My cock is desperate for her again. I squeeze my dick and rearrange myself, but it does little to ease the ache.
“If you keep looking at me like that, princesa, you’re going to have my cock in your mouth instead of your dinner. So eat up before it gets cold.”
She chuckles and spears a shrimp on her fork. “I didn’t realize you could cook.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
Throughout dinner, she watches me but doesn’t say anything.
Alana might not know everything about me, but she knows the important things—like what side of the bed I prefer to sleep on, how I take my coffee, how to soothe my temper with nothing more than a smile.
That I like to be called Alex, but only by her.
She knows the man I have never and will never let anyone else see.
I feel much better when we’ve both eaten. I love watching my wife enjoy food I’ve cooked for her. She looks up at me with those fuck-me eyes, and I realize I need to take control of this evening or I’ll bury myself in her for the rest of the night and never get any answers.
I fold my arms and rest them on the table, our empty plates between us. “Tell me what happened today.”
“Promise you won’t get mad again?”
I shake my head. “I can’t promise that.” I’m likely to get all kinds of pissed. “But I do promise not to be mad at you. I want you to know you can be honest with me, Alana.”
She takes a breath and starts talking. Her story includes everything that happened today and the secret Lucy revealed to her last month. “So you see, she’s only sixteen, not eighteen like she told us at the shelter. She had false papers.”
That doesn’t make sense. Fake documents aren’t easy for a sixteen-year-old girl to get her hands on.
I keep my thoughts on that to myself and allow her to continue.
“With her being pregnant, too, I was really worried about her. Blake is dangerous, Alejandro. Not only does he hurt her, but he sounds incredibly possessive and controlling.” She looks up at me when she says that, and her cheeks flush.
“And I don’t mean in a good way like you are. ”
I would reprimand her for that, but I am both of those things. “And yet you thought it would be a good idea to confront this sack of shit?”
“Not exactly, but what was I supposed to do? Let her deal with him alone? Let him hurt her and her baby?” Her eyes widen, filling with tears. “She sounded so desperate, Alex. I just wanted to help her.”
“But how didn’t anyone see you leave? Why didn’t they see the car pull up?”
She swallows. “I knew if they saw it, they’d stop me from leaving, so I snuck out through the side gate when no one was looking and told the driver to wait for me down the street.”
I grit my teeth and suck in a breath. So fucking reckless.
“I’m sorry. But she’s just a kid. She was scared and alone, and I wanted to get to her as fast as I could.”
“Why didn’t you call me for help? Instead of a fucking Uber?”
She looks down at her plate. “I knew you’d tell me not to intervene, and then I wouldn’t have been able to sneak past the guards. And I wasn’t sure how seriously you’d take it or how long it would be for you to send someone to her. I couldn’t take that chance, don’t you see that?”
“I understand you wanted to help her, but it was so fucking dangerous, Alana. Sneaking out like a teenager and not telling anyone where you were going. What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I told you I wasn’t thinking,” she says, tears falling from her eyes. “I was acting on instinct.”
“And the mark on your face?” I ask, purposely having avoided this part because I know how much it will hurt to learn about his hands on her.
“When I found Lucy, Blake had her pinned against the wall by her throat. I distracted him and told her to run. He slapped me and tried to grab my throat.” She rubs the skin of her neck.
I will slit that fucker’s jugular when I’m done torturing him.
“I kicked him in the groin and managed to get away, but he grabbed my purse. I shouted for help, and he got spooked and ran. I made my way to the diner, and then I called you.”
Rage courses through my veins like it’s my lifeblood, my heart hammering in my ears, my temples throbbing so fiercely I see spots in my vision.
“You’re angry,” she whispers.
Understatement. “I’m fucking furious,” I growl, trying to keep a lid on my temper. “But not with you, Alana. With that piece of shit.”
She offers a single nod, nibbling on the corner of her lip. “I promise not to do anything so reckless again.” I wish I could believe her, but she’s far too kind and trusting for her own good. But I trust that she’ll behave for the time being, and I’ll simply have to keep better tabs on her.
She pushes back her chair and walks around the table to me. As soon as she’s close enough, I pull her onto my lap. I brush her damp hair back and cup her beautiful face in my hands. “You should have told me about Lucy when you first found out. I could have helped.”
“I know you could have … But I wasn’t sure you’d want to. I know how busy you are, and I had no idea it was going to escalate the way it has.” She stops speaking, although I sense there’s more she wants to say.
“Is there another reason you didn’t share it with me?”
She swallows hard. “This thing between us is sometimes difficult to navigate. Sometimes you make me feel like I can tell you anything, yet at others it feels like you’re doing all you can to push me away.”
I can’t deny the truth in her words, because I do push her away, terrified of letting her get any closer to me than she already is. “You know you’ll need to tell Kristen. And the authorities. Especially since she’s pregnant.”
“I know. But what will they do with her?”
“Whatever they need to do to protect her and her baby.”
She rolls her eyes, defiance already seeping back into her. “Like take her into foster care?”
“If that’s what’s necessary, then yes.”
She shakes her head. “But how will we know she’s actually safe? Besides, she wants to stay here in LA. She’s terrified of going back to Chicago.”
Why should I care about a sixteen-year-old girl I’ve only met once?
But I do care about my wife, and for that reason, I find myself relenting.
“I know some people who might be able to help. We’ll make sure she gets placed with a good family.
And as for Blake Fielding, he’s already a fucking dead man walking.
” His name alone is enough to have my simmering anger at near-boiling point.
I gave his name to a team of my best men and am confident they’ll find him by morning.
“What kind of people do you know who can help her?”
“Lawyers. Some city officials.”
That seems to satisfy her, and she relaxes into my arms.
I bury my face in her hair. “If anything ever happened to you, Alana … Eres todo para mí.”
“I didn’t think it would be such a big deal. You told me your mom used to sneak out all the time with you when you were a kid. You almost seemed proud of her for it.”
“And I was. But things are different now. My father’s enemies from that time are not the same breed as mine are now.
Back then, it was an unwritten rule that you never went after women and children.
If you did, you were ostracized. But the world is different now.
Our enemies would think nothing of hurting you to get to me. ”
“Would you ever do something like that? Hurt innocent women and children?” she asks, her eyes wide and imploring.
“No,” I tell her truthfully. “Never.”
She gives me one of her killer smiles, and I stand and lift her into my arms. “Enough talking. It’s time for dessert.”
She squeals. “Ooh, what are we having?”
“You’re not getting any dessert. I’m going to be eating pussy for mine.”
She makes an overly dramatic gasping sound. “You have a filthy mouth, Mr. Montoya.”
“You have no idea, princesa.”
I carry her through to the bedroom, lay her on the bed, and strip her out of my T-shirt. My mouth waters at the prospect of tasting her.
“Open those legs and let me see you,” I command as I strip.
She spreads her thighs wide for me, her pussy already glistening with her arousal. I drop to my knees at the foot of the bed. With my arms hooked around her thighs, I pull her toward me. Her pussy is only an inch from my face, and the smell of her sweet cum has my cock throbbing.
“Alex,” she groans.
I close my eyes and breathe her in. This woman is too fucking good for me, but I don’t care.
She’s mine, and no other man will ever touch her.
I lap at her opening, drinking her juices and swirling my tongue over her sensitive flesh.
She moans my name again, and I double my efforts before moving up to her clit, where I suck and lick until she begs me to let her come.
When I slide two fingers inside her, she clenches around me, on the brink of climaxing.
I love keeping her on the precipice of ecstasy because when she’s there, all she can think of is me and how good I make her feel.
I sink in deeper, searching for the sweet spot that makes her whimper. When I find it, I rub firmly and suck her clit hard between my teeth. She rewards me with a scream of my name and a rush of her sweet cum.
Fuck me. I could spend every second of the rest of my life eating and fucking her, and it wouldn’t be enough. She consumes me. Everything I am belongs to Alana Montoya.