Page 92 of LA King

“You must like my belt, because you’re fucking soaked for me. I swear you enjoy these spankings as much as I do,” he growls, and my pussy clenches around him. “Fuck! You need to stop milking me with that tight little concha or you’re going to make me come before I can get you off.”

That gives me a wicked idea. I’m no longer interested in my own orgasm but only the desire to make him lose himself in me. It’s one of the few ways I’m able to exert any control over him, and I’m going to try it on and see how it feels.

Using my hands on the car as leverage, I rock back on my heels and take him as deep as I possibly can. Then I squeeze my pussy muscles around him, clenching and releasing over and over until he’s groaning in my ear.

“Fuck! Alana!” he shouts, his hips stilling as he comes inside me.

He grinds out the last of his climax, leaving me feeling triumphant. And when he leans against me, pulling my hair to one side so he can trail soft kisses up my neck, I all but melt into the car.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you just did, princesa. It’s a good thing your ass is already red from that spanking or you’d be getting another one.”

My face breaks into a wide grin. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He pulls out and hoists me over his shoulder like a caveman claiming his mate, making me giggle. After he unlocks the front door, Alejandro carries me straight through to the bedroom and throws me down on the bed. I only saw the place upside down, but it appears small and cozy. “Bathroom is through there.” He indicates the doorway in the corner of the room. “So run yourself a nice bath, get cleaned up, and soak those ass cheeks while I fix us some dinner.”

“I’d rather you joined me in the bath,” I say, fluttering my eyelashes.

He leans close, cupping my jaw with his hand. “That is a very tempting offer, which is why I’m getting out of here. We need to eat, and I still need to know what happened this morning.”

“Are you going to punish me again?” He was right about me enjoying his spankings, but I’m not sure my poor ass can take any more tonight.

His brow furrows, and he sits on the bed beside me. “No. And I promise you that nothing you tell me is going to change that. You were punished for disobeying me and leaving the house without a bodyguard. The how and why you did it won’t change that, but I still need to know what caused you to be so reckless.”

He says reckless—I say concerned about a child who needed my help. But I nod.

He stands and kisses the top of my head. “Good. Now enjoy your soak. I want that beautiful ass taken care of in case you decide to disobey me again.”

Alone, I lie back on the bed and sigh. The sheets are made of the softest cotton, a single painting of a stunning sunset hangs on the wall, the vibrant pinks, oranges, and blues stark against the white plaster. And it’s so quiet. Two days here with Alejandro all to myself feels like a gift from the heavens, and I’m determined to enjoy every second of it.

Chapter

Forty-Eight

Alejandro

I’m plating dinner when she walks out of the bedroom wearing one of my T-shirts, her damp hair brushed back from her face. She looks good enough to eat, and I can hardly wait to do that. First, we need to eat dinner and have a conversation about what happened today.

“I hope you don’t mind.” She indicates the shirt she must have found in the closet. “I literally have no clothes.”

“Of course I don’t mind. It looks better on you anyway.”

“I doubt that,” she purrs, and my cock twitches to life.

“I brought your clothes in. We can wash them later. But in the meantime, I guess you’ll have to wear mine.”

“I obviously don’t have any panties though,” she says, sinking her teeth into her lower lip.

Fuck, she’s trying to distract me with her gorgeous body. It’s working.

After setting the plates on the table, I grab her hair at the nape of her neck and tilt her head so she’s looking at me. “I know you don’t. But like I told you earlier, you won’t be needing any. So don’t worry about it. Now, sit your pretty little ass down and eat your dinner.”

I release her, and she sits at the table, looking up at me with those huge brown eyes of hers. My cock is desperate for her again. I squeeze my dick and rearrange myself, but it does little to ease the ache.

“If you keep looking at me like that, princesa, you’re going to have my cock in your mouth instead of your dinner. So eat up before it gets cold.”

She chuckles and spears a shrimp on her fork. “I didn’t realize you could cook.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”