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“Are you sore?”

“Only a little. But I’m okay,” she says, as needy for me as I am for her.

“I’ll take it easy, I promise.” I sink all the way inside her, and she moans, soft and low and sleepy.

I rub her clit and nuzzle her neck at the same time. “If I fuck you nice and slow, will you squirt for me again?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

I don’t know how long I fuck her, but I feel like I could go on until morning. Slow, lazy sex is a new concept for me. Being buried inside her tight, wet pussy, my body pressed up against hers, hardly moving, just rocking us both while my hands roam her skin—I love it, and it feels every bit as incredible as when I nail her hard and fast.

Her orgasm ebbs and flows as she squeezes my cock with her tight pussy, but I keep her on the edge for as long as I can. I want her to coat me in her juices again. I want her to completely lose control. That’s when I truly own her.

She rewards me a few moments later with a torrent of her cum, soaking me, herself, and the sheets, and I’m so fucking turned on by it I find my own release straight after.

Chapter

Fifty-Three

Alejandro

Ileave for my meeting with her father before she wakes the next morning, ready to tell him to stay the fuck away from my wife unless he wants me to let her know how much of a piece of shit he is. I don’t want him anywhere near her ever again, poisoning her against me. He may be her father, but he gave up any right to her love and loyalty when he sold her to the devil—a fact I will also reveal if he pushes me too far.

I suspect he expected me to fall in love with her even less than I did, and now he’s lost all his bargaining chips where she’s concerned. I don’t give a fuck about his name, any permits he might be able to fix, or doors he can open. I would burn it all to the ground before I ever hurt her.

Leaning against the car, I glance at my watch and growl, “Carmichael’s late.” I fucking hate tardiness.

Jax pops his cinnamon gum. “He’s a prick, amigo. You already know this. He’s playing with you. Using any means he can to try and prove he has the upper hand.”

We’re meeting at a private landing strip near LAX. It’s deserted today, at my request. Aside from my driver, there’s only Jax and me here. I don’t trust Carmichael, but I don’t expect any trouble from him either. He’s a coward at heart.

“Looks like he’s decided to show up.” Jax gestures at the approaching vehicles, and the two black sedans roll to a stop a few hundred yards away.

My father-in-law climbs out, his security detail by his side. “Wait here, okay?” I say to Jax, who nods.

Carmichael and I meet in the middle, his security staying back by his cars. No doubt he’d rather not have them hear what I have to say. I recognize Paolo.

“Alejandro.” Carmichael greets me with an outstretched hand and a smile that’s as fake as his persona.

“You’re late.”

He shrugs, nonchalant as fuck and way more arrogant than he has any right to be. “Traffic.” After our last meeting, I’d expect him to be a little more contrite, but the man doesn’t know the meaning of the word humility.

He drops his hand after it becomes clear that I have no intention of shaking it. “How’s my beautiful daughter doing? I hope you’re looking after her.” To the untrained ear, that might sound sincere, but we both know he doesn’t give a single fuck about her. He only cares about what she can do for him.

“Alana is fine.”

“Is there a reason I’m meeting you here and not at your house? I assume she doesn’t know we’re meeting today. She didn’t mention it when we chatted last night.”

Chatted? I suppress a snort. Like he ever calls her to chat. “No, she doesn’t, and she won’t find out. Any business between you and me stays between us. Why did you call her last night?”

He barks out a fake, annoying-as-fuck laugh. “Because she’s my daughter, or have you forgotten that?”

“I truly wish that I could, Carmichael. Yes, she’s your daughter, but you’ve barely spoken to her at all since we got married. So why the urge to chat last night?”

He rolls his head from side to side. “I was simply checking in on her, as is my right and duty as her father.”

Sanctimonious prick. “That might hold more weight if you hadn’t sold her to me, you piece of shit.”