Page 13 of Alejandro's Prey

She laughed. “Not a chance.”

He eyed her with a heated look that seared every particle of her being. She thought he was going for menacing, given his next words, but wet heat flooded her pussy, telling her that she secretly dug his ‘enforcer’ look. “I have ways of making you give up those names, Ginaamor,” he growled.

“You gonna torture me, Alejandro?” she whispered spreading her legs a little and giving him a heated look of her own from beneath her lashes.

She could swear actual flames leapt into his eyes as they dropped to her lap. He was reaching for her when a throat cleared in the front seat of the vehicle reminding them that they weren’t alone. Her head snapped up and she realized they were no longer moving. Her cheeks heated up again, this time for a different reason, and she snapped her legs back together. Alejandro disagreed with her course of action, swooping for the bottom of her skirt and yanking it up while trying to wedge his hand between her legs. She let out a yelp and then slapped a hand over her lips to muffle the sound.

“We’re here, sir,” the driver told them in a neutral voice, averting his eyes from the rear-view mirror. Smart man.

“Get the fuck out,” Alejandro replied.

Gina tried to stifle her laugh at his bad temper but failed miserably. She tugged uselessly at his hand, but he just wrapped his long fingers around her thigh and tugged her legs open. She let out a moan just as the driver slammed the door shut on his way out. “Good man,” Alejandro mumbled, unbuckling her seatbelt with his other hand and hauling her into his lap.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she squeaked as her skirt flipped up and went in every direction so she couldn’t see. “Alejandro, we have to go get married now!”

“After,” he growled.

“After what?” she asked right before his fingers found her panties, shoved them to the side and sank into her. She let out a long, startled cry. “Ahhh…!”

“After I make you come all over my hand,” he breathed hotly in her ear and yanked her legs wider apart with a strong hand on her thigh. Now that he had better access he was able to sink his fingers deeper, gliding his thumb over the hood of her clit, coaxing the bud out. “I want to hear your cries in my ear, feel you writhing all over me, smell you when I make you my wife.”

“Oh… kaaay,” she moaned huskily, throwing her head back sharply into his jacketed shoulder. He reached into the front of her dress and squeezed the soft flesh of her breast while gliding his fingers in and out of her silken passage.

“So fucking wet,amor,” he growled against her, thrusting his hips up against her ass. “Feel what you do to me. I’m so hard for you. I want to fuck you like I’ve never wanted anyone in my life. I want to worship your body and never stop.”

His words were driving her higher and higher while his fingers played on her body. She turned her head and touched her mouth to his jaw feeling the texture of his skin against her lips, the hard rasp of his shaven chin against the softness of her own plush flesh. The scent of cigar and man drove her wild. She rocked her hips into his fingers, seeking the black velvet oblivion of orgasm.

“Yes, baby, that’s it,” he snarled in her ear. “Give it to me, come on my fingers.”

She did as he commanded, jerking against him, exploding in the sweetest orgasm she’d ever experienced. She cried out. He turned his head to hers, capturing her cries in a kiss while he continued to caress her pussy, helping her ride the shockwaves until she collapsed against him with a satisfied sigh.

He held her in his arms as she floated down from the delirious high of an orgasm she hadn’t induced herself, the first one she’d had in a very long time. She grinned and then she sat up straight nearly clipping him on the chin. Her hands flew up and she cried out, “My hair!”

He chuckled and set her on the seat next to him, carefully tugging her skirt back into place. Then he tilted her face toward him and straightened her hair once more, unclipping one of her barrettes and resetting it back in place. Patting her head, he said, “Perfection.”

She narrowed her eyes at him and replied, “Are we ready now? All the bodyguards know exactly what we’ve been doing in here.”

He grinned wickedly. “Si. They know exactly who you belong to, who can make your body and your heart sing.”

She thumped him on the chest, but she grinned again as she reached for the door.

“Gina,” he said, his tone sober once more. “Never exit the vehicle first. You know this rule.”

She nodded and suppressed a sigh. Of course, how could she forget yet another Alejandro rule? She settled back and waited for him to exit so he could take stock of their surroundings. Once finished, he took her hand and led her from the SUV directly into the church. She shaded her eyes against the sun and looked up at the gorgeous front. He didn’t give her much time to enjoy the building where she was to be married, but the little she saw was lovely, made with grey masonry, woodwork and stained glass. It was, of course, a Catholic church. She hadn’t asked, but she’d assumed given Alejandro’s Spanish ancestry and what she knew of his background that he would want to be married in a Catholic church.

When he escorted her through the front doors she saw Señora Morales right away. She’d been wondering if Alejandro’s mother would be here for the ceremony. It made sense. The older woman lived in La Paz, but she was frail and rarely left her home. She lived like a shut-in most of the time, so Alejandro was comfortable leaving her in the city in a gated community as his connection to her wasn’t well known. However, sometimes she was flown out to the compound for family gatherings, so Gina had met her a few times. She was always friendly, though somewhat reserved.

Selena Morales was wearing a dark purple skirt suit with a colourful hat perched on her grey head. “Gina,” she said kindly, her eyes lighting up when she saw the younger woman on her son’s arm. “You look lovely.”

“Thank you,” Gina smiled, taking her proffered hand and giving it a squeeze. “You look wonderful as well. And thank you so much for coming.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” she replied, releasing Gina’s hand and stepping toward Alejandro. “I’ve been waiting months for this announcement.” She reached for her son and accepted his enveloping hug and a kiss on each cheek.

“Mama,” he murmured.

“Congratulations, my son. You have done well.” She smiled and stepped away, slipping her hand around his elbow. “Now if you will escort me to my seat. We will leave the bride to get ready.”

Alejandro looked toward Gina, clearly unwilling to leave her alone.

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