Chapter 9 – Alana #3
His words are enough to tip me over the edge, and my orgasm washes over me slowly in long, delicious waves.
My body melts into the desk and I pant for breath, my hands still inside my wet panties when I feel him.
His hands gently circle my wrists, and he pulls my hands free before pinning them to the desk either side of my head. “And now it’s my turn. Do not move.”
He dips his head, pressing his nose against the damp fabric between my thighs and inhaling deeply. “You smell fucking delicious.” His fingers hook under the band of my panties and he starts pulling them down my legs, tantalizingly slow.
“So you’re not tearing these ones, then?” I ask, feeling cheeky.
He presses a kiss on the inside of my thigh. “Not these ones. I want to see that show again.”
When he’s removed my underwear, he drops to his knees and wraps his hands around the back of my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the desk.
Then he runs his thick, hot tongue through the length of my center, causing white hot pleasure to rocket through me.
“Your pussy is fucking delicious,” he groans.
He sucks on my clit and heat rushes between my thighs. “You’re so good at that,” I moan.
“It’s my favorite thing to do.” His dark laugh vibrates through my sensitive flesh, and now I’m already on the edge again as his tongue starts to swirl around my clit.
The pressure builds deep in my in my core, traveling up from my toes until every nerve ending in my body feels like it is on edge and ready to implode.
My head tingles, my thighs tremble, and then he pulls me closer, sucking me hard while his tongue continues its skilled ministrations.
My climax tears through me, ripping me open as I scream his name.
He stands up and wipes his face with the back of his hand before grinning down at me.
“I do love to hear you scream, Alana.” A wicked grin spreads across his face before he grabs me by the hips.
Now I’m reminded of what he said when we were standing outside a little while ago.
My entire body tingles with excitement and anticipation.
Without any warning, Alejandro slams into me, so hard that I gasp for breath.
I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper because I can’t get enough of him.
He leans over me, pressing me into the desk, his forearms planted either side of my head and his mouth nuzzling my neck as he fucks us both to a shuddering climax.
When we’re done, he slips his suit jacket around my shoulders and lifts me into his arms. I snake my hands around his neck and melt into his body, feeling completely sated and spent as he carries me upstairs to bed.
“You are incredible, princesa,” he says, mouth against my ear.
“You’re pretty incredible yourself.”
Ten minutes later, we’re lying in the dark, limbs wrapped around each other, only the sound of our breathing to be heard.
“What happened with Lucia’s parents?” I ask Alejandro, recalling her reaction in the restaurant earlier when I mentioned them.
“Her mother killed herself when Lucia was eight. She blames her father for her death.”
My heart breaks for all the pain she’s endured. “How awful for her. And was he responsible? Her father?”
Alejandro pulls me tighter to him. “Maybe. She did commit suicide, and even left a note. But I knew Miguel Ramos to be a double-crossing snake and a cruel and vicious cabrón, so I cannot discount the fact that death was an escape from living with him. From what Lucia has told me, he was an evil fuck even to his own kids. She didn’t go into details, and I didn’t push. ”
“She’s been through so much,” I whisper into the darkness. I hope that one day she will open up to me, tell me about her childhood. Maybe that would help.
“Yeah. Who knows what that kid has had to endure in her life? It doesn’t bear thinking about.”
“I agree. But maybe now that she knows she’s safe, she might get help if she ever needs it. You know, like therapy? There are specialists we work with at the center, people who work with abused children and victims of domestic violence.”
“Maybe, one day. But we have to let her make her own choices. Yes, she’s still a kid, but she’s also not.”
“I know what you mean. Occasionally the little girl in her peeps through, like it did tonight, and it makes me so happy when it does. But she’s dealt with too much to be like a normal carefree teenager, even if she wasn’t pregnant.
I’m just glad she has a safe home here for now though.
Thank you for making that happen.” I’m overcome with love and gratitude for this man, the one the world sees as a devil. To me, he is anything but.
He kisses the top of my head. “I would do anything for you, princesa. You know that,” he says softly, but I know that he’s not entirely being truthful.
He might tell himself that he isn’t sweet, that he’s only going along with this because it’s what I want.
And yes, I know he would do anything for me.
But that’s not the only reason Lucia is still here. She’s getting through the King of LA’s titanium armor, and there isn’t a thing he can do about it.