Page 41 of LA King

Is she making me weak?

Or am I stronger for having something to lose?

Chapter

Twenty-Three

Alana

My cell phone vibrates, signaling a text from The Devil.

I’ll be home in ten minutes. Remember my rule, princesa.

I snort a laugh. Just who the hell does Alejandro think he is, ordering me to wear no panties? I’m not one of his staff who will bow to his every whim.

Ridiculous.

I refuse to obey.

The memory of his promise to punish me if I didn’t follow his orders washes over me, how the deep, commanding timbre of his voice caused my knees to tremble. What would he do if I disobeyed him? I’m not sure I’m brave enough to find out. Just as interesting to me though, is what he will do if I comply. Fuck me like a demon as soon as he walks through the door? Maybe give me one of those mind-blowing orgasms that makes me forget my own name.

The wetness between my thighs is already making my panties damp. Last night was beyond incredible. My body felt things that I didn’t know it was capable of feeling.

Alejandro Montoya might be a devil, but he’s also a sex god. If my body was built for sin, then his was built for pleasure. I can’t get enough of him. So if he wants no panties, no panties is what he’ll get.

I look for a safe place in the den to hide them. Opting for my purse, I shove the white cotton underwear down to the bottom so they won’t fall out in public if I forget to take them out.

Walking around the house in my dress with no panties feels strangely liberating and quite naughty. The gentle pulse between my thighs turns to a throbbing ache when I check my watch and think of him coming home. I crave him, and all I can think about is having some part of Alejandro inside me.

My skin burns and my throat feels dry. The kitchen is empty. Magda prepared a lasagna for dinner and left it in the refrigerator, ready to be popped into the oven when needed, so she’s probably retired to her own quarters for the evening.

I’m still at the sink sipping from a glass of cold water when I feel him walk into the room. My body crackles with electricity from being in his vicinity. I take another mouthful of the soothing liquid as his footsteps cross the kitchen.

A second later, his strong hands grab my hips and his hot mouth rests against the skin of my neck. He rubs his jaw along my sensitive flesh, his stubble grazing my skin.

“You smell fucking delicious, princesa.”

As he lifts my dress, I can’t help but smile at the knowledge of what he’s about to find. His strong fingers probe between my thighs, and I part them slightly to give him room. His answering growl is feral and hungry, and it doesn’t take more than a second for him to slide his thick fingers through my wet folds.

I bite my lip, stifling a needy moan.

“That’s my good girl,” he says in my ear. “I’m pleased to find you ready for me. I have thought about almost nothing else but fucking you again all day. I’ve had a hard-on for you all afternoon, and I can’t wait a second longer to have my cock inside you.”

The sound of his zipper is immediately followed by his hard length driving inside me. Hot and stiff and all the way to the hilt. The glass I was holding drops into the sink with a clatter, and I’m forced to grab onto the edge of the kitchen counter to keep myself from lifting off the floor as my husband pounds into me.

Being so full of him again is exquisite. I’m still tender from last night and this morning, but I don’t care. I need him inside me as much as I need air. The slight burn only adds to the pleasure as he hits a spot inside of me that makes me feel like my body is numb and singing with euphoria at the same time.

Whatever it is he’s doing to me, my body craves it. He owns me completely.

He sucks on the tender skin of my neck and grinds out his relief. “Fuck,” he grunts when he climaxes.

His phone rings, and he releases a string of curses in Spanish. I want to curse too. I’m still on the edge, a trembling wreck desperate for release. He takes his phone from his pocket and groans. “Fuck, I really need to take this.” Before I know what’s happening, he’s gone.

I spin around and gape at the empty doorway, feeling used and vulnerable. He literally just shot his load in me and left me panting with need while his cum drips down my thighs.

Was the way he took such good care of me last night a one-time deal? He warned me that it wouldn’t always be like that, but I didn’t expect to become a plaything to be used at his will.

Asshole!