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I tip my head back and groan as he sucks on a tender spot beneath my ear. “I don’t want to be spoiled. I want to be respected. I want to be your equal, Alejandro.” I press my hips forward and force the tip of his cock inside me.

He bites down on my neck. “Let me spoil you, Alana. I’ll give you everything your heart desires. I’ll always respect you. But don’t ever mistake my indulgence for weakness.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” I moan loudly when he pushes the full length of his huge cock inside me, pinning me to the side of the pool. I don’t miss that he neglected to say that he’d treat me like an equal, but I’ll take what I can get for now and work on the rest. Besides, I’m too distracted by the endorphins racing around my body.

“Buena niña.” He tugs at my bikini top until one of my nipples pops out of the fabric. Sucking it into his mouth, he nails me to the wall.

I rake my nails down his strong back as he makes me come so hard I think I might pass out. How can he make me feel this wanted, this desired? This worshipped?

His attentiveness, not to mention the orgasms must be scrambling my brain. Because this marriage isn’t real. So how is it that we’re able to find this much pleasure in each other?

I rest my forehead on his shoulder, panting from the strength of my climax. Maybe I should stop asking questions and focus on the present. On how good this is and how happy he makes me.

For now, maybe that’s enough.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

Alejandro

With my cock buried deep inside Alana, her legs wrapped around my waist, and her hot mouth sealed over mine, I carry her out of the pool. I already came, but I’m still hard. I can’t get enough of her, and I am going to fuck her until I have my fill. Maybe then I will stop thinking about her every minute of every goddamn day.

Since the moment I first buried myself in her tight little pussy two nights ago, I’ve known I was fighting a losing battle.

I am pussy drunk.

I lay her down on the large sun lounger, pull off her bikini top, and toss it into the bushes.

“Alex,” she admonishes, and my cock twitches inside her. I love the way she says my name. I’m starting to like everything about this woman and the way she makes me feel. Today has been fun and relaxing, and it’s the break I’ve sorely needed. But I’m well aware that it’s been such a great day because it’s been spent with her.

I flash her a grin. “If you’re mad about your bikini top, princesa, wait until you see the marks on your neck.”

Her hands fly to her neck. “Alejandro Montoya, have you given me a hickey?”

“No.” I suppress the urge to laugh at the indignant look on her face. “I’ve given you several.”

She opens her mouth, but I silence her with a kiss, demanding her submission. It doesn’t take much, and a few seconds later, she’s running her hands down my back and ass, squeezing with her hot pussy until I resume fucking her.

She’s as insatiable as I am. It’s hard to believe that she was a virgin a few days ago because she’s fucking obsessed with sex now.

The way she moans my name sends shivers down my spine. I nail her hard, and she takes everything I have to give without any resistance or complaint. I reward her by telling her how much I love fucking her, how I can’t get enough of her, and how I will never let her go.

But I can’t allow her to have any more power over me than she already does, so I say it all in Spanish.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

Alana

The sound of a man’s laugh drifts through my open office window, and it’s such a joyous sound that I can’t stop myself from going to look. A snort of laughter bubbles out of me when I see Hugo on the ground, three children perched on his torso while a fourth kicks a soccer ball into the goal and does a victory dance that looks to be inspired by a K-pop music video.

When I started at the shelter six weeks ago, Kristen was wary of the guard who followed me everywhere, and she gave strict instructions that he wasn’t to leave my side, but it wasn’t long before many of the kids started following him around. Hugo’s sunny disposition is such a contradiction to his imposing stature, and even the most traumatized women quickly became comfortable with his presence. After everything they’ve been through, their resilience astounds me.

I’m prouder of the work I’ve done here than anything else I’ve done since graduating from college. The half-million dollars I’ve solicited from donors in the past few weeks will go a long way toward securing the future of the shelter in the new building, but the gift Kristen gave me when she accepted my plea to be of service is one I can never repay. I’ve received more fulfillment than I could have imagined from getting to help women who possess the kind of strength and courage I hope to never need myself.

It doesn’t escape me that the joy I’ve recently discovered in my personal life is a huge contributing factor to my current level of happiness and my sense of purpose.