Chapter 3 – Alana
Chapter
Three
ALANA
As I suspected, Alejandro is in our room, lying in bed with his hands behind his head staring at the TV.
My feet sink into the plush carpet as I make my way toward him, and he gives me a cursory glance before turning back to the screen.
No doubt he’s still annoyed with me for suggesting that Lucia spend the night, but I’m sure I know the perfect way to get him out of his bad mood.
Manipulative? Maybe, but I learned from the best. Him.
I tug my dress off over my head and drop it onto the floor before removing my bra and doing the same to it.
His eyes remain fixed on the TV, but I know he’s not watching it because a reality dating program is on and he hates those.
I slip silently beneath the covers and press my body against his naked chest, my hand resting on his stomach.
His immediate response is nothing more than a grunt, and I have to suppress a smile. Even when he’s grumpy I adore him.
“Thank you for letting Lucia stay,” I say softly—seductively.
“She’s going back to the Bakers tomorrow,” he says coldly, still refusing to make eye contact.
For the time being, I resist the urge to tell him that won’t be happening.
I know she’ll run if we force her to go back there, and then who knows what the hell will happen to her and her baby?
But saying any of that would be pointless right now and definitely needs to wait until he’s in a better mood.
“She’s just a child, Alex,” I say instead.
He finally turns to me, a scowl on his handsome face. “She’s dangerous, Alana.”
I scoff. “She’s sixteen years old. Her enemies might be dangerous, but she’s not.”
“It’s the same fucking thing,” he snaps.
Anger sparks up in my chest. “Didn’t you deal with her family’s enemies anyway?
She seems to think so. And even if you didn’t, I cannot believe you have so little compassion.
She’s just a kid, and she is terrified. She has no-one to look out for her or her baby.
I thought the cold-hearted bastard routine was just an act you put on, but maybe I was mistaken. ”
He moves quickly, rolling on top of me and grabbing my wrists before pinning them flat to the pillow beside my head. “You think I’m a cold-hearted bastard?”
I stare deep into his dark eyes, so full of fire and passion, and shake my head. “I know that you’re not. So why won’t you help her?”
His brow furrows in a frown. “I have helped her, Alana. I will continue to help her. But that doesn’t have to include her staying here.”
“But—”
“You are my priority, Alana. Always. I feel bad for the kid, and for what she’s been through. And yes, she deserves to be safe and protected, but not here. Keeping you and the rest of my family safe are the only things that matter to me. And inviting Lucia into our home is a risk.”
I know that he means that, and also there’s no use in trying to argue with him about it. “I know that my safety is your priority,” I tell him. I can’t be annoyed with him for that. Instead, I opt for total distraction—for both of us. “So, do you want to comer tu cono?”
He laughs softly. At least I’ve relieved the tension.
“What’s so funny?”
“What do you think you just said?”
“I asked you if you wanted to eat my pussy, didn’t I?”
“Not quite, princesa,” he chuckles. “But you weren’t exactly wrong.” He slips a hand between my thighs. “This is my pussy.”
“So, do you want to?” I flash him a smirk.
“Always, princesa.”
He pulls back the covers and trails soft kisses down my body toward the apex of my thighs. I arch my back in pleasure, moaning softly as he gets closer to where I ache to feel him.
He presses his nose against my panties and inhales deeply. “You smell fucking delicious, Alana,” he growls before peeling my underwear down my legs and tossing them onto the floor.
He spreads my thighs apart before lying flat on his stomach, parting my pussy lips with his thumbs before blowing a cool stream of air over my sensitive flesh. A shiver of pleasure runs up my spine.
I wriggle beneath him and it only makes him flash me a wicked grin.
“Now, voy a comer tu cono.” He hooks his forearms around my thighs and pulls me closer to his face before he licks the length of me, pushing his tongue into my wet opening while his nose rubs against my clit.
The familiar fluttering and pulling in my abdomen has me moaning.
Alejandro sucks and licks, patient yet relentless, until wetness is seeping out of me and my legs are shaking with the need to come.
But he continues teasing me, exploring every inch of my pussy with his expert mouth and tongue until I’m pleading with him for some release.
And when he takes pity on me, sucking my needy clit into his mouth, I fall apart around him, crying out his name when I do.
“I love making you come in my mouth, princesa,” he growls against my flesh.
Then he’s settling himself between my thighs, nudging the crown of his rock-hard length at my opening.
“But not as much as I love to feel you come on my cock. Burying myself in your tight little cono is my favorite thing to do in the world.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and draw him closer to me, until I can clearly see my arousal glistening on his lips and his stubble. “Good, because it’s my favorite thing for you to do too.”
“Then spread those legs wide, princesa. I want all the way inside you.”
I do as he tells me, allowing him to slam into me so hard that it makes me gasp. “Alex,” I groan loudly as shockwaves rocket through my body.
“I can see you’re on the edge again already,” he laughs darkly, teeth nipping at the skin of my neck.
I bite hard on my lip, feeling my second climax already bearing down on me.
His relentless pounding is hitting right at that sweet spot deep inside.
Pressure is building in my abdomen, and my thighs are trembling violently.
My pussy clamps around him, pulling him deeper inside me until he’s groaning in Spanish in my ear.
I whisper his name when my next orgasm hits, and it only takes a few more thrusts of his hips for his eyes to roll back in his head as he comes, cursing as he does.
He rests on his forearms, our chests pressed together, slick with perspiration as we bask in the afterglow. “Not bad for a cold-hearted bastard, huh?”
My cheeks heat. “I didn’t actually mean that.” I rest a hand on his cheek. “I’m sorry.”
His soulful dark eyes narrow on mine. “How do you always manage to bend me to your will, mi reina?”
“I do not. You’re always the one in control, and you know it.”
He hums softly. “I think that maybe you like to give me the illusion of control, but in reality, you have it all. Isn’t that right, princesa?”
I remember what Lucia said earlier, how I have so much control over him.
I suppose I do in a way, but I would never use that against him.
And while I may have some power over him, the same is true of him over me.
My body responds to him of its own volition.
Even back when I hated him. “I’m not sure that’s true,” I tell him.
“You make all of the rules, and I obey them. Well, at least most of the time.”
He dusts his lips over my forehead. “But you have my heart in a vise, mi amor. There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do to keep you safe and make you happy. And you know it.”
My breath hitches in my throat. “I love you so much,” I tell him. “Your heart isn’t in a vise, Alex, it’s in a safe, and I will never let anyone else anywhere near it. I promise you.”
He kisses me and I melt into it, letting our tongues tangle in a sensual dance, feeling closer to him than ever. Perhaps, I think, I need to change the way I see myself. Earlier, he called me ‘mi reina,’ and I know what that means—‘my queen.’
Maybe I do have power. And if he is the king of LA, then it’s about time I stepped into that power as his queen.