Page 63 of His to Bedevil

She chuckles and draws even closer to me, placing a hand on my arm. “Oh, Alejandro. I wasn’t there to intimidate her. I was only curious and wanted to introduce myself to her without an audience. I assure you it was perfectly innocent.”

I’m hardly listening to her as my eyes finally find Irma, my eyes meeting hers. And she is not happy, nor am I as Cedric O’Ryan stands near her. I know what is causing me to become surly, but what has her looking as if she’s ready to erupt? I frown at her, wondering what happened, when I feel Ivanka’s hand caressing its way up my arm. Irma’s nostrils flare at the same time as my hand snatches Ivanka’s scrawny wrist.

I turn my burning gaze on her. “Do not touch me, Ivanka. Your irreverence will not be tolerated, no matter who your father is. If I didn’t have a strong business relationship with him, I’d gut you right here and now to make an example out of you,” I sneer, and tighten my grasp, making her wince in pain. “You disrespect my wife in any way, you are disrespecting me. Do you understand me, Ivanka?” Her eyes ice over, and she purses her lips. “I said, do you understand?” I ask again in a menacing tone, and she nods her head. “Good.” I release her wrist, and she stumbles back a step. “Now.” I yank at the lapels of my jacket. “Leave my sight and do not ever approach my wife again.” She gives me a glower, and I know she wants to tell me off. She’s on my territory though, so she zips her duck lips shut and strides away.

I don’t bother watching where she’s storming off to and turn my head back in the direction where I just saw Irma. Cedric has now disappeared, and she’s standing there still glowering at me with dark eyes full of caustic intent.

Ignoring every single person here, I make my way across the patio to her. Everything seems to be in slow motion as I get closer and closer, closing the distance between us. The music fades, and my heartbeat kicks up several notches. She looks so ethereal standing there in her wedding dress, looking at me and me only. Jealousy swirling around her, palpable and clear to see.

I stop less than a foot from her. She lifts the glass up to her lips and drains the rest of it. I pluck the empty glass from her delicate fingers and place it on top of the nearest surface. Then my hands reach out and grab her hips, yanking her into me. Her eyes widen as her palms land flat on my chest. “I think it’s time to call it a night,” I murmur, and she automatically nods her head as she stares up at me.

Not bothering to say goodbye to any of the guests, I take Irma by the hand and drag her inside. My pace is quick, and I’m hell bound on getting her alone. Once we reach the bottom of the steps, I scoop her up into my arms and ascend them two at a time. If I let her walk on her own, I definitely would end up literally dragging her up the steps with my longer strides.

Her arms are wrapped around my neck, and she stays silent in my arms. Her body is trembling, and her breath has become labored. From fear or excitement, I don’t know. Nor do I care right now. She is officially mine.Mine.

As I enter our bedroom, I kick the door shut behind me and stride over to the sitting area. I set her on her feet, and she stares up at me with her bright green eyes. She smiles as she reaches up and places her hand gently on my cheek. I close my eyes and revel in her touch. A touch that she is willingly giving me right now.

“Alejo,” she rasps in a sultry voice, and my eyes snap open. “I want you.” She’s looked at me with desire in her gaze, but to hear her confirm it out loud makes it more real.

“You’re drunk,mi amor.” I swallow hard, regretting my words.

“So what?”

“So, I will not fuckmy wifefor the first time when she’s drunk,” I snap, and she drops her hand as if I burned her.

She backs up a step, and she looks at me as if I hurt her. “You don’t want me?” Her voice is soft and innocent.

I step forward and grab her wrist before she can retreat any more. Taking her wrist, I place her hand over my erection through my pants. “Does this seem like I don’t want you,mi esposa? What did I tell you about doubting my need for you? I want you so badly it physically hurts any time I am anywhere near you.” I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. “I feel like I could explode every time I touch you. That I might snap at any moment. But I will not have my wife for the first time like this. When I have you, I want to see you coming undone dead sober, remembering every single thing I do to you.” I want her to really want me. She’s proven to me tonight that she’s a very happy and affectionate drunk, and I don’t want that to be the reason why she wants to have sex with me right now.Soon, I tell myself. And it’ll be worth the wait.

Her eyes widen more before she deflates and nods her head. She puts some distance between us, turning her back to me. I frown when she reaches behind her and rubs the back of one shoulder. I’ve seen her do this two other times today. “Something wrong,mi amor?”

“I think I slept wrong last night. It’s been bothering me all day.”

“Come.” I walk past her and take my jacket off before I sit down in one of the sitting chairs. Irma comes to stand right in front of me and looks down at me in suspicion. “Turn around,” I tell her, the words coming out as a mandate, and she narrows those bold green eyes of hers. “Please,” I say more gently.

Her shoulders slump as she finally obeys. Realizing it would be better if her dress was off, I stand to my feet and hover at her backside. Running my nose through her hair, I take a breath in, inhaling her sweet scent. “You are perfect,mi esposa. So perfect.” A smile curves my lips when I see her body quivering as I trail my fingers lightly down her arms. Reaching up, I begin to slowly unzip her dress. “I can’t wait to have another taste of you. It’s all I can think about,” I murmur into her hair. If I think about it hard enough, I can still taste her on my tongue.

Once the zipper is all the way down, I part the fabric, brushing my fingers along the silky flesh of her upper back. Her skin is so smooth. I didn’t know skin could feel so soft. I push the fabric over her shoulders, and the dress slides down and off her body to pool around her feet. I step back and fall back into the chair. My eyes rake down her glorious body as she stands there in just some white silky panties and shoes that make her legs look even more toned. “Perfect,” I whisper, and she peeks over her slender shoulder. “Sit down,” I order her in a soft tone.

She twists her head more to give me a questioning look. I just stare at her, letting her know exactly what I want. She rights her head on her shoulders and takes a step back and out of her dress. I place my hands gently on her hips and guide her between my knees to perch on one of my legs, angled so I have easy access to the spot on her back that seeks my attention. My eyes roam down her body, and my mouth waters at the sight of her supple breasts. She is a vision. The need to have her, to have my cock deep inside of her, it’s becoming overwhelming.

“Is this where it’s bothering you?” I reach up and start kneading the area next to the shoulder blade I saw her grabbing.

She nods her head and lets out a hiss through her teeth. I instantly stop, afraid that I’m making it worse. “Does that hurt?”

She shakes her head. “No, it feels really good actually.”

I dig into her knotted shoulder blade with the pad of my thumb again while I hold her steady with my other hand gripping her ribs. Her skin is soft, like rubbing a flower pedal between two fingers. It’s smooth and free of any blemishes or scars. Though I would like more meat on her bones, but she’s getting there.

I can feel her relaxing more under my touch, and she even closes her eyes, sighing in content. “You’re very good with your hands, Alejo,” she mutters, and my erection is trying to burst through my slacks.

One hand continues to massage as the other begins to stroke down her arm slowly. She lets out a moan and lolls her head back, and all I can think about is touching her where the tops of her thighs meet. I need to feel the heat against my fingers. I need to know if she’s wet from me touching her, like how rock-hard I am from touching her. It’s a need so primal I might just snap and swallow her whole.

Testing my boundaries some, I kiss her upper arm as my wandering hand snakes around to her toned stomach. Her abs twitch under my fingers, and her chest starts heaving. “Mi amor, what are you doing to me?” I whisper against her skin as I feel my self-control wavering. Quickly coming unraveled. My hand begins to journey up to cup the swell of her breast. She inhales sharply, but she doesn’t protest. “I said I wanted you sober for our first time, but I don’t know how to stop myself right now.” Now that I have started…

Kneading one breast, I move the other hand that was massaging her and use it to cup her other breast. Her lovely chest turns pink as it rises and falls with every heavy breath she takes. I rub my thumbs over her hardened nipples, and she bites down on her bottom lip. “There’s no one else but me, Irma.” I kiss her shoulder softly. “Don’t hold back. Let me hear ever whimper and moan I pull from you.”

I pinch one of her nipples, and she releases her bottom lip and gasps, her mouth falling open and her cheeks matching the pink skin on her chest. “So beautiful,” I rasp. “And every bit mine.”

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