Page 39 of Her Destined Alpha
“And do I look like your fucking nanny?”
“No, you daddy fucker.” Yeah, he perfected that word too.
“You little-”
“Seriously, baby? You taught him that.” Kiara’s sexy husky voice came from the open doorway to my office.
I turned, tilting my head as I looked her over. She stood there holding a tray of drinks, her hair hanging over one shoulder in a braid. Her face glowed, and her gorgeous eyes sparkled. No matter how many fucking times I saw her, she still fucking consumed me.
She wore white fitted pants with an oversized red top that hung off one shoulder and draped over her breasts and bump sexily.
Damn, did I want to fucking take her right here… Did I say there was something fucking hot about fucking her when she was heavily pregnant? Well, it sure as fuck was.
“I’m not complaining, Amore Mio.”
She came over, and Dante, the little fucker, came and grabbed his cup.
“Thank you, Mama.”
“You’re welcome, my little prince,” she said, crouching down and kissing his forehead. I frowned.Shouldn’t I have gotten a kiss first?
“Not jealous, are you my sexy beast?”
“Well, I am your fucking king,” I said coldly. She smirked, glancing at Dante, who had run off to the garden. She came over to me, and I dropped my legs to the ground as she straddled me, cupping my face.
I loved how fucking confident she was. I caressed her ass, still holding my cigarette as she leaned in, our lips meeting in a deep passionate kiss, making her moan softly against me as I tangled my other hand into her hair, kissing her harder. Sparks rushed through me, and I squeezed her ass, feeling myself throb.
My phone rang, so she pulled away.
“Ignore it,” I murmured. She shook her head, giving me a quick peck before climbing off of me, one hand on her stomach. She perched on the edge of the desk and held my phone out.
“It’s Rayhan.”
Now what did the fucker want to call me for? I answered it, my eyes fixed on my nympho.
“To what do I owe the fucking pleasure that made you fucking call and ruin my day?”
“Hello to you too, Uncle Al,” his annoying-as-fuck voice answered.
“Hey, Rayhan,” Kiara said.
“Hey, Kia.”
“Yeah, if the pleasantries are done. What the fuck do you want?” I asked with a frown as Kiara gave me a look.
I still found the fucker irritating, but I didn’t hold anything against him anymore. Kiara and I were in a place where nothing could come between us. Rayhan was just my nephew, and an annoying one at that.
“I had a favour to ask, actually.” He sounded serious. I frowned.
“Go on?” Kiara picked up her glass, sipping her juice.
“Is it just the two of you there?” he asked quietly. I put him on speaker so Kiara could hear him better, although we had good hearing either way.
“Yeah.”
“Do you have the files on all the rogues that are now part of the Sangue Pack?” he asked.Marcel’s pack?
“I do, why?”
