Page 183 of LA King

“Yeah?”

“I need you inside me,” she whines.

“I’ve got half of my hand inside you, Alana. How much more of me do you want?” I work her over, needing her to come quick so I can fuck her. She bucks her hips, making little needy sounds as she chases her orgasm. It crashes into her, leaving her trembling.

“Do you want my cock in you now?”

“Yes, please.”

I slip my fingers out of her wet channel and position myself at the perfect angle between her thighs. My cock is leaking, screaming to be inside her.

She pulls at her restraints again as she tries to lift her hips, but I hold her in place, my body pressing down on hers. I rest my upper body on one forearm and wrap my free hand around her throat.

She stares up at me, completely helpless. Exactly how I like it. I haven’t done anything to earn her submission, but I will take it anyway.

“Alex,” she whispers. “Please?”

I suddenly realize that I have more than her submission. I have her trust too. And I definitely haven’t done anything to deserve that either.

“If that’s what you want.” I slam into her.

She makes a noise—half shout, half groan, somewhere between pain and pleasure—and it turns me into a demon. I press my mouth to hers and force my tongue inside as I gently squeeze her throat. She whimpers into my mouth, but she kisses me back as fiercely as I kiss her.

After a few minutes, I have to wrench my mouth away so I can breathe. I bury my face in her neck and nail her to the bed with every ounce of strength I have.

I’ve never felt such a desperate need to be inside someone before. My body craves her. I feel like I’m losing my mind. What the fuck is this woman doing to me?

I take my hand from her throat, and she gasps when I cup her ass cheek and lift her hip higher so I might get another fraction of an inch inside her.

“Oh god,” she moans.

“No, not god. Me,” I growl in her ear as I drive into her harder.

I bite and suck her neck as I keep on fucking her, marking her as my own. Because she is only meant for me. I love that no man touched her before me, and I will make sure that none ever will. I don’t give a fuck how she came to be mine, about her bastard father, or any contract we have. She’s mine now in every single fucking way there is.

Chapter

Thirty-Eight

Alana

Ipull at my restraints, and the soft leather of Alejandro’s belt pinches my skin, but I can’t help it. I’m desperate to touch him.

I want to rake my fingers through his thick hair and scrape my fingernails down his muscular back. I don’t want to know what happened today to make him come home in desperate need of this, but he’s fucking me like a man possessed, and I love it.

There’s no tenderness from him tonight. He’s all anger and fire and fury, but I don’t care. I let him take what he wants, because I know that is what he needs. I so want to be what he needs, and I don’t even know why.

I should hate this man. This devil who was willing to see my father spend the rest of his life in prison. But I can’t any longer. He’s breaking down every last line of my defenses, and there isn’t a single thing I can do to stop him.

His fingertips dig into my ass cheek, and I cry out, half in pleasure, half in pain, as he increases his efforts. He pounds into me, driving at that sweet spot inside me over and over again until I feel myself falling off the edge of the cliff.

I shout his name as my orgasm crashes over me like a tsunami, and he bites so deeply into the tender skin between my neck and shoulder that I’m sure he must have drawn blood. The pain is blocked out by the euphoria coursing through my body like it’s the very blood in my veins.

He gives a final thrust as he finds his own release, and then he collapses on top of me, his skin damp and his breathing heavy from his exertions.

If my hands were free, I would wrap my arms around him and bury my fingers in his hair. But my wrists are still bound, and my legs are trembling so badly that I can barely lift them.

We lie here for a few moments, barely moving, before he lifts himself up and frees my wrists. I rub at the tender skin while Alejandro goes to the bathroom without saying a word.