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When he’s rubbed the last of my orgasm from my trembling body, he shifts his weight until he’s nestled between my thighs and his cock is nudging at my opening. He lifts his two fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean as he stares into my eyes. “Your cum is fucking addictive, do you know that? Now, tell me, who was the first man to taste you, Alana?”

“You,” I pant, the last tremors of my climax still washing over me in delicious waves.

“And who was the first to fuck you? Your tight pussy, your mouth, and your perfect ass?”

I sink my teeth into my lip. He’s being a possessive asshole again and I love it. His eyes are still full of fire, but it’s fueled by lust now rather than anger. I flutter my eyelashes at him. “You.”

“That’s right, princesa. And I am the only man who is ever going to do any of those things to you ever again. Every single inch of your body belongs to me. You got that?”

“Yes.” I nod. His possessiveness should not be this hot, but god it is. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. “Just like yours belongs to me.”

He sucks in a breath, and I hear a low growl in his throat. “Yes, it fucking does.” Then he pushes his huge cock into me and fucks me so hard, I forget all about Bobby Conroy and every other man I have ever even so much as glanced at. This man here is my everything.

There’s only him and me right now, and the rest of the world falls away.

Chapter

Seven

ALANA

Iwake in the night to Alejandro softly kissing my neck and his warm hand sliding between my thighs, which I willingly part for him.

“Alex,” I groan, pleasure already coursing through my veins. It’s grossly unfair the way my body responds to him so easily like this. I am putty in his hands, and he knows it.

“Hey, princesa,” he growls.

“Hey.” I push my ass back against him, feeling his cock, rock-hard and ready to go, as usual. At least the feeling is mutual. “What’s up? Apart from you, that is?” I giggle at my own lame joke.

He sighs softly, his warm breath dusting over my neck. “I couldn’t sleep.” His tone is weary and it makes me a little nervous.

“Is everything okay?”

He kisses my neck, fingers gliding lazily between my thighs. “It’s just work. Nothing you need to worry about.”

“You can talk to me though, you know that? Anything that worries you is important to me too. If you’re concerned about something⁠—”

“I told you it’s nothing for you to be concerned about,” he interrupts, sounding annoyed. He must be, because he slips his hand out from between my thighs.

I take the opportunity to roll onto my back. “Maybe I can help.”

“No, not with this. It’s my job to protect you, Alana, and that means keeping you as separate from that part of my life as possible.”

“Alex, I do understand that,” I say honestly, “but wasn’t it you who said, just a few hours ago, that you trusted me enough to share all of your secrets with me? That meant something to me.”

He wraps his arms around me, holding me close until his breath is warming my neck. “This isn’t about me not trusting you. I just don’t want you in that part of my world. It’s dark and dangerous and everything you’re not.”

“I’m not sure the world really works like that, Alex. If it’s a part of your life, then it’s mine too, whether you like it or not. Sooner or later, you’re going to have to trust that I can handle it.”

He nips me gently on the shoulder. “I know you can handle it, princesa, but I’d much prefer that you don’t have to.”

His hand slides over my stomach, picking up where we left off a moment ago, and I sense that means this is the end of our conversation. I could keep pressing him, but we’d possibly end up in another argument. I don’t need, or want, the details of what he does all day every day, but I also feel so helpless when he’s so obviously distracted and worried by something.

My mind wanders to him having to rush off for a while after dinner tonight. Whatever it was, it was important enough for him to leave me with Bobby. Maybe it was something to do with that. Or…

“Is it something to do with Lucia?” I risk one final question.

“No. If it was anything concerning something important to you I would tell you, okay? Can you trust me on that?”