Page 27 of LA Reign

“It’s my favorite thing to do.” His dark laugh vibrates through my sensitive flesh, and now I’m already on the edge again as his tongue starts to swirl around my clit. The pressure builds deep in my in my core, traveling up from my toes until every nerve ending in my body feels like it is on edge and ready to implode. My head tingles, my thighs tremble, and then he pulls me closer, sucking me hard while his tongue continues its skilled ministrations. My climax tears through me, ripping me open as I scream his name.

He stands up and wipes his face with the back of his hand before grinning down at me. “I do love to hear you scream, Alana.” A wicked grin spreads across his face before he grabs me by the hips. Now I’m reminded of what he said when we were standing outside a little while ago. My entire body tingles with excitement and anticipation.

Without any warning, Alejandro slams into me, so hard that I gasp for breath. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper because I can’t get enough of him. He leans over me, pressing me into the desk, his forearms planted either side of my head and his mouth nuzzling my neck as he fucks us both to a shuddering climax.

When we’re done, he slips his suit jacket around my shoulders and lifts me into his arms. I snake my hands around his neck and melt into his body, feeling completely sated and spent as he carries me upstairs to bed.

“You are incredible, princesa,” he says, mouth against my ear.

“You’re pretty incredible yourself.”

Ten minutes later, we’re lying in the dark, limbs wrapped around each other, only the sound of our breathing to be heard.

“What happened with Lucia’s parents?” I ask Alejandro, recalling her reaction in the restaurant earlier when I mentioned them.

“Her mother killed herself when Lucia was eight. She blames her father for her death.”

My heart breaks for all the pain she’s endured. “How awful for her. And was he responsible? Her father?”

Alejandro pulls me tighter to him. “Maybe. She did commit suicide, and even left a note. But I knew Miguel Ramos to be a double-crossing snake and a cruel and vicious cabrón, so I cannot discount the fact that death was an escape from living with him. From what Lucia has told me, he was an evil fuck even to his own kids. She didn’t go into details, and I didn’t push.”

“She’s been through so much,” I whisper into the darkness. I hope that one day she will open up to me, tell me about her childhood. Maybe that would help.

“Yeah. Who knows what that kid has had to endure in her life? It doesn’t bear thinking about.”

“I agree. But maybe now that she knows she’s safe, she might get help if she ever needs it. You know, like therapy? There are specialists we work with at the center, people who work with abused children and victims of domestic violence.”

“Maybe, one day. But we have to let her make her own choices. Yes, she’s still a kid, but she’s also not.”

“I know what you mean. Occasionally the little girl in her peeps through, like it did tonight, and it makes me so happy when it does. But she’s dealt with too much to be like a normal carefree teenager, even if she wasn’t pregnant. I’m just glad she has a safe home here for now though. Thank you for making that happen.” I’m overcome with love and gratitude for this man, the one the world sees as a devil. To me, he is anything but.

He kisses the top of my head. “I would do anything for you, princesa. You know that,” he says softly, but I know that he’s not entirely being truthful. He might tell himself that he isn’t sweet, that he’s only going along with this because it’s what I want. And yes, I know he would do anything for me.

But that’s not the only reason Lucia is still here. She’s getting through the King of LA’s titanium armor, and there isn’t a thing he can do about it.

Chapter

Ten

ALANA

Iturn on the shower, letting the hot water run over my face as I step beneath it. I flex my neck and it pinches slightly. I’d started daily yoga sessions some time ago, but I’ve been neglecting them since Lucia moved in with us. I’ll have to get back into some sort of routine with it, if only to keep up with my sex-crazed machine of a husband.

“Mind if I join you, princesa?” Speak of the devil. His low growl comes from behind me.

I spin to face him and beckon him closer. That’s one thing I definitely haven’t been neglecting, the marathon sex sessions with my sexy as hell husband. I still can’t get enough of him.

He steps under the water with me and slips his hands around my hips and onto my ass, pressing me against his body. “You look so fucking sexy when you’re wet,” he whispers against my neck.

“Well, I’m always wet around you,” I giggle.

He bites down lightly against my skin and I squeak with happiness, feeling a rush of warmth between my thighs. “I was only coming in here for a shower. You’re fucking insatiable.”

“Me?” I feign my astonishment. “You’re the one with your hands on my ass. And this is not the only shower in this huge house. Plus let me remind you, you were also the man who couldn’t wait to get me naked as soon as we got home last night.”

“Well, I had to sit in a restaurant and keep my hands to myself all night because our teenage runaway was with us. It’s very unfair of you to put me in such a difficult situation.”

“What kind of situation is that? You mean expecting you to behave like a civilized gentleman and not feel me up in the middle of a restaurant in front of our seventeen-year-old houseguest? Oh, yes, that is very unfair. I see it now.” I flutter my eyelashes, adoring teasing him.