Chapter 49
Chapter
Forty-Nine
Alana
Ilie on the sofa, wearing nothing but one of Alejandro’s T-shirts, with my head on his lap while we watch a movie.
I’m so content I could purr like a cat. We’ve had the most incredible day together.
I wanted to go swimming in the ocean earlier, and I asked him if I could borrow some of his boxer shorts and a T-shirt, but he refused, insisting that I swim naked and assuring me it was his own private beach where no one would see me.
I agreed on the understanding that he would come skinny-dipping with me.
He pulled off his clothes and chased me out into the water before I finished the sentence. Afterward, we had sex in the wet sand with the water lapping at our feet, and it was glorious.
We spent the rest of the day and into the evening eating, reading, and watching TV.
I’ve never seen Alejandro so relaxed. It’s like he’s an entirely different person here.
There’s no trace at all of the devil my father told me I was marrying.
It’s difficult to believe him capable of blackmailing my father.
But he’s the head of the Mafia, and I can never underestimate how dangerous he is, no matter how safe and protected he makes me feel.
My thoughts are interrupted by his hand on my ass. “Are you ready for bed, princesa?”
It isn’t even nine, but bed doesn’t mean sleep. “Yes,” I say, stretching out my limbs so the oversized T-shirt lifts up over my hips.
He groans. “You pretend to be all sweet and innocent, but you know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”
I suppress a smile. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, sir.”
“Come here.” He maneuvers me so I’m straddling him and slips his hand between my thighs, where he rubs gentle circles on my clit. “Wet already? You’re always ready to be fucked, aren’t you?”
I can only moan as waves of pleasure roll through me.
“You’re always ready for me to slide myself inside you.” He pushes two fingers inside me to prove his point.
“Take off the T-shirt,” he growls, continuing to work his fingers in and out of me, and I comply as quickly as possible.
As soon as I’m naked, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks greedily while his other hand settles on my ass. He tugs me closer. I’m already overwhelmed by the ecstasy coursing through me, and I buck my hips against his fingers, running my hands through his hair as my orgasm crests.
“That’s it, Alana. Come for me. I need you nice and loose.” His lips claim mine, and he kisses me. Deep and hard and possessive.
His free hand palms the back of my head, crushing me to him. When my orgasm slams into me, he holds me firm so that all my moans are swallowed by his hungry mouth.
He finally breaks our kiss, and I gasp for air.
He laughs darkly. “Was that a good one?”
“They’re all good ones,” I pant. “But you already know that.”
He runs the back of his knuckles across my cheek. Luckily, Blake’s assault only left a faint bruise, and it’s no longer painful. “Do you trust me, Alana?” he asks, his tone serious now.
Surprisingly, I don’t have to think about my answer. “Yes,” I tell him honestly.
He gives me a genuine smile that goes all the way to his dark brown eyes and stands, easily lifting me with him as he does.
He kisses me the whole way to the bedroom and lays me down on the bed. His eyes rake over my body like a gentle caress on my skin. I watch him just as hungrily while he slides his shorts down his muscular thighs and steps out of them.
“I think it’s about time I claimed every last part of you for my own.”
His eyes are full of desire, and I experience a flush of unease. I have a feeling I know what that means. When he walks to the nightstand and pulls a bottle of lube from the drawer, I’m sure I know. “Why do you have lube here? I thought you’d never brought anyone to the house before?”
“I haven’t. I only ever come here alone.” He kneels on the bed and presses a kiss on my abdomen. “You know how much I adore your wet pussy, right? Well, it feels better jerking off with lube too.”
That makes total sense. “And why do you need it now?”
He arches an eyebrow. “Why do you think?”
Not because he wants to jerk off, I bet. My heart flutters in my chest, but hot need is pulsing in my core. “Because you want to fuck my ass?”
His grin is sinful. “Exactly. Now turn over and stick that sweet ass in the air for me.”
I flip over on all fours and drop to my forearms so the side of my face is flat on the bed. Alejandro skims his hands over my cheeks before he slides his fingers between my thighs, through my wet folds, and then up to the seam of my ass. He fingers my asshole gently, coating it with my own juices.
“This will be cold,” he warns me.
I flinch from the sensation of the cool gel, but it’s soon warmed from the heat of Alejandro’s fingers as he slides the tip of one inside me. I gasp at the unfamiliar feeling. He slips it back out slightly before pressing in farther and I groan.
It feels incredible and I want more. I push my ass back toward him and hear an animal-like growling sound from him as he pushes his thick digit all the way inside me.
“Alex!”
“I know, princesa.” He adds a second finger and gently eases me open, twisting and stretching me until the burning gives way to dull, aching pleasure.
“You’re doing so well for me. Are you ready for my cock now?”
My fingers twist in the sheets, toes curling. But I want more. “Y-yes.”
He eases his fingers out of me, and then he’s gripping my hips as he presses his crown at my opening. He pushes the tip inside, and I bite down on my lip to stop from crying out.
It burns more intensely than before, but he’s so patient, remaining still until I adapt to his size.
I take deep breaths, letting my body adjust to the new sensation until the dull, aching pleasure gives way to a delicious feeling of fullness.
Alejandro edges inside me farther, slowly stretching me until he’s almost all the way in.
His breathing is ragged and his fingers dig into my hips like he’s desperately trying to maintain his control. The low growling sounds he’s making vibrate through my body.
“Alex.” I say his name on a keening moan. “Please?”
“You like that?”
“Yeah,” I pant.
He moves slowly in and out of me. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and just when I feel like I’m on the edge of losing control, he slips his hand between us and slides a thick finger into my pussy. I whimper. Being so full of him is exquisite and overwhelming.
“That’s it, Alana, squeeze me.”
I clench my muscles around him, and he fucks my ass while he finger-fucks my pussy to the same relentless rhythm.
My orgasm builds, cresting higher and faster, until it feels like it’s going to burst through me like a river breaching its banks. The pleasure is so intense I can’t form a coherent thought. I push back against him so I can take more, and he responds by giving me everything he has.
“Alex,” I whine. “I love you.”
I didn’t mean to say that, but in the heat of the moment, the words tumbled unbidden from my mouth. I don’t have time to regret them because my climax tears through my body with the force of a bomb.
“Fuck, Alana,” he groans, thrusting his hips one more time before his own orgasm hits.
When he pulls out of me, we both collapse, and he pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head. “That was fucking incredible.”
“It was.” I have to agree.
“You’re fucking incredible.” He drops another kiss on my head, banding his arms tighter around me.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Montoya.”
We lie together for a few moments, catching our breath, and neither of us mention what I said. Eventually, he taps me on the ass. “Let’s go get ourselves cleaned up, shall we?”
Half an hour later, Alejandro and I are back in bed, fresh from a long shower, during which he tenderly washed every part of my body, making me feel cherished and adored.
I rest my head on his chest, listening to the soothing, steady sound of his heartbeat.
“Are we going to talk about what you said to me before, or are we going to pretend it never happened?” he asks.
Crap, I knew that was going to rear its ugly head. “What’d I say?”
He hums, his lips resting on the top of my head. “You don’t remember telling me that you loved me when my cock was buried in your ass?”
“Oh, that.” My cheeks flush with heat. I’m such an idiot.
He places his index finger under my chin and tips my head back so he can look into my eyes. “Did you mean it, or was it the orgasm talking?”
“Do you want the truth?”
“From you? Always, Alana.” His tone is tender, and it makes me feel safe enough to admit the truth.
“Then yes. I meant it.”
Will he be annoyed at me for complicating things, or will he laugh at me for being so foolish? Alejandro Montoya doesn’t do love, and here I am declaring my feelings.
Then he kisses me softly. “I love you too, princesa.”
My fluttering heart stops beating, frozen in this moment. “But I thought you didn’t do love?”
He makes a low growling noise. “That was before I met you.”
I swear I don’t think I have ever felt happier in my entire life.
Blissful contentment blooms hot in my chest. Resting my chin on my hands, I stare at his handsome face.
How can this even be real? “Why me, Alex? Out of all those women you’ve dated, why do you love me?
The same woman you could barely stand to look at on our wedding day?
” I admit I could barely stand to look at him either.
My feelings have changed so much though; it stands to reason that his could too.
He runs a fingertip down my cheek. “When your father and I came to our business arrangement, I had no idea who you actually were, Alana. Certainly you aren’t the woman your father portrayed you as.”
Why would my father paint me as anyone but who I am? It hurts to think that he felt he had to. But I focus on the deep timbre of Alejandro’s voice, and it anchors me back in this moment—one of pure joy.
“But you are perhaps the kindest person I have ever known. You’re intelligent.
A little too stubborn for your own good.
You treat everyone with compassion, and that’s a quality lacking in my world.
You are stunningly beautiful, inside and out.
But more importantly than that, you make me happier than I could have ever imagined possible.
And you make me want to be a better man for you. ”
Tears of sheer happiness burn behind my eyes. “Alex, why haven’t you ever told me this before?”
“Because you told me you didn’t want my love, remember?
” The grin that follows lets me know he’s teasing me.
“And I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you, Alana.
Love is messy and complicated, and I didn’t have time for that.
And then there you were, and I find myself wishing that all my time could be spent with you and you alone.
I may have stolen you, but you have stolen my heart, princesa.
You are the most precious thing in the world to me. ”
This feels much too good to be true. Like some kind of fairy tale. “You love me while we’re here, in this place where nobody can reach us, but what if you feel differently when we get back to the real world?”
“I won’t, because I didn’t feel differently in the real world. Maybe I never told you any of that because I thought you could never love a devil like me.”
I rest my hand on his cheek, and he leans into my touch. “You’re not a devil. Not to me.”
He pulls me tighter to him and kisses me so hard I forget my own name. Here, in the arms of the most ruthless man in Los Angeles, I find my home.