Page 46 of LA King

Finally, I force myself to shower and get dressed and head outside to a beautiful sunny day. I like to enjoy a quiet coffee in the garden in the mornings, which Magda is aware of, so I’m not surprised to find the French doors already open. But when I step out onto the patio, I am very surprised to see Alejandro sitting at the table reading a newspaper.

Arranged in front of him are a pot of fresh coffee, a jug of orange juice, and a platter of delicious-smelling pastries.

“Good morning.” I smile and sit across from him. “It’s not like you to join me for breakfast.”

He looks up from his paper and smiles at me. “Buenos días, princesa. I’ll be joining you for more than just breakfast. I’ve taken the entire day off.”

A whole kaleidoscope of butterflies takes flight in the pit of my stomach, and I don’t bother to hide my excitement. “Is there any particular reason for that?”

He folds his newspaper and places it on the table before picking up the juice and pouring us each a glass. “No particular reason. I haven’t had a day off for months, and I figured I deserved one.”

That’s true. He even worked on our wedding day. I suppose being a Mafia don isn’t exactly a nine to five. “I agree that you do.” I tear a chunk off a croissant. “And I’m glad you’re here because I wanted to ask you … What does quiero comerte el coño mean?” The way he said it in the den before my spanking made me think it’s something filthy.

He laughs, and the sound has my heart fluttering behind my breastbone. He has an easy, sexy laugh, but I don’t hear it often. He watches me chew the warm, buttery pastry, grinning wickedly. “It means I want to eat your pussy.”

Heat infuses my face. “Oh.”

“Surely that’s not so surprising when I did eat your pussy. You came on my face. Twice.”

His filthy talk is not helping my flaming cheeks. I love the way he talks dirty to me, but it takes some getting used to.

“Ven aquí,” he says, his voice commanding and smooth as chocolate.

“I don’t know what that means either.” I really need to take some Spanish lessons.

He pats his thigh. “It means come here.”

My pussy screams “yes sir!” in response, and without hesitation, I go to him. As soon as I’m within reaching distance, he grabs my hand and pulls me onto his lap, making me squeal with delight.

“This is a beautiful dress.” He slides his hand under the aqua-blue fabric and between my thighs. “This color looks incredible on you.”

“Thank you,” I groan. The sensation of his rough fingertips on my skin is heavenly.

He pulls back my hair and nuzzles my neck. “Open,” he commands, and my body obeys him without question, which allows his hand to edge farther toward the apex of my thighs before his fingers brush my panties.

“Do we have to go over the panty rule again, Alana?” he says playfully against my ear, pulling the fabric to one side. His fingers glide easily through my wet center until they find my clit.

I suck in a raspy breath. “In my defense, I didn’t know you were home.”

“But you do now, so take them off.” He removes his hand from beneath my dress and holds it out to me, palm up in expectation.

I try to stand, but he keeps his arm around my waist and holds me in place on his lap. “You’re not making this easy.” I wriggle my ass until I’m able to slide my panties down over my hips.

“Now what would be the fun in that?”

Awkwardly, I peel my underwear down my legs and off my feet. Then I place them in his outstretched hand, and he immediately stuffs them into his pocket.

“Do you seriously expect me to not wear panties whenever you’re in the house? I mean, it’s not always practical. Like when your mom comes to visit.”

He plants a soft kiss on my neck and runs his teeth along my collarbone. “You’ll wear panties when I permit you to—like when you’re on your period or if my mom comes to visit. But at all other times, you’ll be bare for me.” He returns his hand under my dress, back to where my body is aching to feel him.

“But why?” I pant.

“Isn’t that obvious?” He dips one of his thick fingers inside me. “I want access to this sweet coño whenever and wherever I choose.” His finger works gently in and out of me. Then he adds a second.

I see stars. “Alex,” I moan. “What if someone sees?”

“There’s no one out here but us. Relax and let me show you what happens to good girls when they do as they’re told.”