Page 19 of Alejandro's Prey

“101290,” he told her, punching in the code.

“My birthday,” she murmured and then rolled her eyes. “Not very stealthy, Alejandro.”

He shrugged and gently set her back on her feet once they were over the threshold. He held her tight against him, allowing her no room to wriggle out of his grip. “We live in a very secluded place. Anyone of importance already has this code. Anyone else foolish enough to seek entrance uninvited will meet with a very bad end.”

She nodded, peeking around him and smiling delightedly. “Just so long as I don’t have to stab anyone. I’m not very good at it yet.” She tried to step away from him toward the kitchen, but he tugged her back into the shelter of his arms.

It was beautiful like the main house, but different, understated, like her. She showed her appreciation in the delighted smiles she gifted him and the soft touches she ran over the furnishings as they explored together. Of course, he’d already inspected every detail of their new home, ensuring perfection for his new wife, but seeing everything through her eyes was like seeing it for the first time. Only this time without judgement or prejudice. Just the simple pleasure of knowing he had made good choices.

They made their way to the top floor, toward the master bedroom. His breathing became somewhat erratic with each step, as though he were a fumbling teenager instead of a full-grown man in his late thirties. It had been more than a year since he’d touched a woman sexually, but the skills should still all be there. He shouldn’t be this damn nervous. Except every time he glanced down at Gina’s lovely face and curvy body, every thought fled. He was left trembling with the need to grab her, throw her down on the nearest surface and fuck her senseless. He was thinking about doing just that to take the edge off, hell he could do finesse after, when she let out a huge yawn that she didn’t quite have enough time to smother.

He took a good look at her, absorbing the still bloody gown she wore and the delicate shadows of fatigue beneath her eyes. He felt like a pig. “Let’s get you into the bath,” he said gruffly. At least wash the blood and grime from her kidnapping away before he attacked her.

She smiled happily. “I would love a bath, thank you.”

“It’s through here,” he showed her through the bedroom and into their ensuite. It was bright and roomy with a shower, separated bath tub and a vanity stacked high with fluffy white towels. He opened a white cabinet next to the tub and showed her a selection of products. Gina squeezed in next to him and ran her finger over the labels.

“These are all mine,” she murmured, then clarified, “I mean, the brands that I prefer.”

“I know,” he said, tilting her chin up so he could steal a kiss before stepping away from her.

“Stalker,” she said accusingly, but the smile on her lips took the sting from the word.

He grinned. “From the day you moved into the main house,mi amor. Now I will go and pour a glass of wine to go with your bath.”

Her face softened, and he could swear his heart melted a little more. “If you’re not careful you’ll spoil me. I’ll start to expect this sort of treatment all the time and then where will you be?”

He shrugged and backed away, leaving her to her bath. “Apology chicken, I suppose.”

“You can cook too?” she yelled after him and giggled. “If I wasn’t already in love you with you, this would be it.”

He chuckled and strolled down the stairs toward their new kitchen, feeling lighter than he had in years. While hismadrehad taught him the ways of assassination, hispadrehad, in fact, taught him the art of food. He was confident in his abilities to please his woman in the kitchen. He unbuttoned his jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair before reaching for a bottle of Champagne, aiming it away from him and popping the cork. He spotted a couple drops of blood on the white sleeve of his dress shirt and shook his head. The priest had been stubborn, hadn’t given up his employer before Alejandro’s patience had run out. His death had been quick, but violent.

He unbuttoned his shirt down the front until he reached the vest and stopped. He ran a hand over his chest and thought he could probably use a shower before he took his bride to bed, wondered if he had the patience to wait that long. He could fuck her first, then shower, then make slow, leisurely love to her when his cock had been satiated at least once. He’d been patient for a year, now he wanted to sink into the woman that had obsessed him to the point of madness. Somehow, he knew it would be like coming home after being away forever.

He grabbed the Champagne bottle by the neck, along with two glasses and took the stairs two at a time, eager to catch a glimpse of his new wife naked and wet in her bath. He came to an abrupt halt, a growl of frustration leaving his lips when he found her. She was indeed naked and wet. She was also sound asleep, snoring softly.

He set the bottle and glasses down on the vanity, careful not to make any sound that could wake her. He poured himself a large glass of the bubbly, amber liquid and knelt next to the tub. Selfish bastard that he was, if he couldn’t fuck her on their wedding night, he would at least look his fill. He allowed his eyes to trail from her pretty, rounded face, down her chest, bobbing evenly against the bubbles as she slumbered. Even her flawless knees, turned up against the side of the tub were a gorgeous turn on. Her face was relaxed into the curve of her arm against the side of the tub, while her other arm floated lazily in the water.

Alejandro carefully slid his finger through the bubbles. When she continued to sleep undisturbed, he touched his finger to the clean wet strands of her hair and moved them gently away from her beautifully rounded breasts, revealing the rosy tips. He touched the pad of his thumb against her nipple and watched as it grew plumper, rosier, dipping in and out of the heated bath water in concert with the rise and fall of her chest. His dick thanked him by pressing urgently against the zip of his tuxedo trousers. The goddamn single shred of decency he had did not thank him. It called him every kind of fool as he tilted the wineglass against his mouth and drank deeply. He wished for something stronger to take the edge off his lust.

He would remove his woman from her bath, tuck her into bed and take a shower himself, find some release from the damn hard-on he’d been sporting since the moment he saw his bride that morning. Then he would find a real drink and see if there was any intel on the men who had hit his wedding weekend. Perhaps if he killed someone he would be less likely to ravish an unconscious woman. Looking down at the beautiful, sleeping blond, he forced himself to stand and step away from the tub.

Chapter Thirteen

Gina moaned and tried to roll onto her side, but something stopped her. She reached out, sliding her hand across the silky bamboo sheets. Where had the fluffy blankets gone? Then something intensely pleasurable shifted her thoughts away from any other musings. She tried to sit up so she could see what was happening, but a huge hand reached out and palmed between her breasts, shoving her back down. She hit the pillows behind her while the sensation of a tongue working magic directly between her legs increased until she was moaning helplessly and reaching over her head to grasp hold of something, anything, as an orgasm built.

Just as she thought she would shatter into a thousand pieces he shifted, changing his attack tempo and forcing her budding orgasm to calm. She whimpered in misery and reached out to grasp his hair, “No!” she yelled, tugging at the strands. “Almost there, don’t stop!”

He chuckled against her, vibrating her clitoris with his deep voice. He took her wrists in his hands and pressed them into the mattress. She wanted to shout at him, but suspected he knew exactly what he was doing to her. He let her hands go, pushed her thighs wider and pressed one long finger inside her. She shrieked and nearly arched off the bed as pleasure erupted within and throughout her. It had been so long since she’d felt even close to this good!

“Alejandro!” she yelled. “Please don’t stop!”

He kissed each of her thighs and growled against her, “I will never stop bringingmi amoras much pleasure as she demands, as she can handle.” Then he continued to lick and suck her until she was screaming and demanding he never stop. Her legs shook as one earth-shattering orgasm hit her, then another. He fingered her through yet another until she begged him to give her a break. “Asmi mujercommands,” he growled, climbing up her body.

Gina wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders as he lined himself up against her soaked entrance. She lifted herself against him, bringing her knees up alongside his muscular ribs and lifting her hips in a silent plea. He needed no more urging. He took a fistful of her hair, tugged her head back against the pillow and buried his face in her neck at the same time as he drove himself into her body, burying himself deep. She let out a long, satisfied growl and surged against him, digging her nails into his ribs and biting his shoulder. He growled back and cupped the back of her head in his large hand, tangling his fingers through her hair, catching her up against his chest as he surged wildly into her, filling her, surrounding her.

Gina held on tightly, clinging to him as she rode the storm. He took her savagely, and though she enjoyed every moment, she was glad he prepared her first with his mouth and his fingers because she didn’t know if her body could handle the way he was slamming into her with such intensity if she weren’t so wet, so orgasmic.

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