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I was too rough with her. I fucked her harder than I’d ever fucked anyone in my life. I bit and sucked on her tender flesh, marking her skin with my very own brand. With each thrust, I tried to get further inside her until there wasn’t anywhere left for me to go. And she took it all — without a whimper of complaint. She clawed at my back as though she needed more.
When I finally made her come, she screamed my name out so loud, I thought the people in the next house must have heard.
I lay in bed and listened to Alana’s soft breathing beside me. She’d been asleep for hours but I was still wide awake. Lucy Callaghan was playing on my mind and the phone call I’d overheard when I got home had me suspicious.
I believed Alana when she told me it was her father on the line, and while I trusted her, I didn’t trust him. He was a lying snake, and he was fucking good at it too. What if she was just like him? What if she was playing me for a complete fool?
I looked at her. She was facing away from me, her long, dark hair splayed out across her pillow. She liked to fall asleep on my chest but then she always got too hot and rolled over onto her side.
I had to believe that she was nothing like her father. Everything about her was good and pure. That couldn’t be a lie. Everything that we’d done and said these past few months couldn’t be a lie.
I turned on my side and planted a kiss on her shoulder as I slipped my hand over her hip and down between her thighs.
‘Alex?’ she groaned sleepily.
I pressed my body against hers and my mouth against her ear. ‘Open your legs for me, princess. I want inside you. Now.’
She obeyed immediately and my cock throbbed at how easily she lifted her leg and hooked it over mine, allowing me better access.
I rubbed her clit slowly and she moaned in pleasure. She winced when I pushed the tip of my cock into her dripping wet heat and I felt guilty because I knew she’d be sore from earlier — but not so guilty that I wasn’t about to fuck her again anyway.
‘Are you sore?’
‘A little,’ she breathed.
‘I’ll take it easy, I promise,’ I said as I pushed all the way inside her.
‘Alex,’ she groaned again as I started to fuck her slowly, rubbing her clit and nuzzling her neck at the same time.
‘If I fuck you nice and slow, will you squirt for me again, princess?’ I growled in her ear.
‘Yes,’ she whimpered.
I don’t know how long I fucked her for but I felt like I could have gone on until morning. Slow, lazy sex was a new concept for me but I loved it with her.
Burying myself in her tight, wet, pussy, my body pressed up against hers, hardly moving and just rocking us both while my hands roamed over skin, was as incredible a feeling as when I nailed her hard and fast.
I felt her orgasm building over and over as she squeezed my cock with her tight channel, but I kept her on the edge for as long as I could. I wanted her to coat me in her juices again. I wanted her to lose complete control. Because that was when I truly owned her.
She rewarded me a few moments later with a torrent of her cum, soaking me, her and the sheets and I was so fucking turned on I found my own release straight after.
ALEJANDRO
The following day, I left the house early to get to my meeting. I watched Jax as he stood beside me, leaning against the car and chewing a piece of nicotine gum. I glanced at my watch. ‘Carmichael is late,’ I snapped. I fucking hated lateness.
He nodded his head. ‘He’s a prick, amigo. You already know this. He’s playing with you.’
I looked around the waste-ground we’d agreed to meet at. Foster Carmichael had offered to stop by L.A on his way back from Vegas, but I didn’t want him anywhere near my wife. He may have been her father but he had given up any right to her love or her loyalty when he sold her to a monster like me.
I looked at the SUV parked nearby that contained two of my men. I didn’t expect any trouble from Carmichael, at least none that I couldn’t handle myself, but I didn’t trust this Cabrón one bit.
‘Looks like he’s decided to show up,’ Jax nodded towards the distance and we saw the two black Sedans pulling onto the dirt track and rolling towards us.
A few moments later, my father in law, Foster Carmichael climbed out, with his security detail by his side. He smiled as he crossed the empty space between us and we met in the middle of the circle of cars.
‘Alejandro,’ he said with an outstretched hand and a smile that was as fake as his personality.
‘You’re late,’ I snapped.
