Page 31 of Fierce King (L.A. Ruthless 1)

‘Like you do?’

His frown deepened into a scowl. ‘No. I have never broken our marriage vows, Alana. Not once. As much as I’ve been tempted to. I have needs.’

I swallowed.Was that true? Surely not? Whatever, it didn’t matter right now.

‘Well, I’ve gone twenty-five years without giving into temptation, I’m not about to give it up now for someone who is paid by my husband to be nice to me. Besides, I’m not a cheat. I would never do that.’

‘What?’

I tried to press myself closer to the wall, but there was nowhere left for me to go. He didn’t know that I was a virgin. And now I felt even more vulnerable around him. ‘Nothing,’ I said quietly.

‘Alana, are you telling me you’ve never had sex?’

I nodded.

‘But what about your boyfriends?’

‘I never had that many. I was always busy on my father’s campaign. Even in college, I had to work every weekend. I was saving myself for marriage, or at least for someone I really loved,’ I shrugged.

‘You’ve never been in love?’

‘No. I told you, I didn’t really have time for relationships. I was always busy helping my dad.’

He dropped his arms and took hold of my hand. His skin was warm and rough and his touch felt like a spark of electricity. ‘Lo siento, Alana,’ he said softly. ‘I had no idea.’

I looked up at him and blinked away the tears. Despite how much I hated him, my body hadn’t got the memo and it was drawn to him like oxygen is drawn to a flame. I felt my blood thundering around my body as his gaze roamed over my face.

The throbbing between my thighs was building to dangerous levels and I wondered why I had never felt like this before in my life. I had dated boys, and I had liked them well enough, certainly more than I liked this devil standing in front of me. But my body had never craved someone like this. I felt the desperate need to have his hands on my skin. To feel him inside me. And I was tired of waiting.

‘I was saving myself for someone I was in love with, but I would settle for lust,’ I said as I looked into his eyes and saw the fire blazing in them.

He drew in a breath, ‘Don’t let your mouth make promises that your body can’t deliver on, Alana,’ he hissed.

‘I mean it. You are my husband. You want children, yes? So, at some point, we have to do this. And I want to do it now.’

He stared at me, his eyes searching my face, and I wondered if he was going to turn me down - again.

‘Fuck!’ He finally growled as he reached for my towel and tugged it open so it fell onto the floor.

My cheeks flushed pink as he openly stared at my body. No man had ever seen me naked before. I knew he was used to dating some of the most beautiful women in the world and suddenly I felt self-conscious in comparison.

I attempted to cover myself with my hands but he took hold of my wrists and pinned them to my sides.

‘Don’teverhide your body from me, Alana,’ he said, his voice low and gravelly.

‘Okay,’ I whispered as my heart hammered in my chest.

He let go of my wrists and took a half step back so he could look me over. I stood there awkwardly while he appraised me. It felt like an eternity before he spoke. ‘You are fucking beautiful,’ he growled as he planted his hands on the wall either side of my head.

I felt the emotion swelling in my chest and couldn’t help smiling.

Then he bent his head lower and sealed his lips over mine, forcing his tongue inside my mouth as he kissed me fiercely. He pressed his hard body against mine and I whimpered against him, feeling the heat and the rush of cream between my thighs. I could feel his erection pressing against my abdomen and I rubbed myself against him.

‘Fuck, Alana!’ He hissed as he broke our kiss. ‘Go and lie on the bed,’ he ordered.

I did as he told me, walking over to the bed and lying down, and then I watched while he undressed. Him peeling off his clothing was a sight I’d pay good money to see. He slipped his shirt over his broad shoulders and down his muscular forearms and it fell to the floor, revealing his toned, tattooed torso. Next, he unfastened his belt, his thick fingers pulling on the leather as he slid it off and tossed it next to his shirt. His eyes held mine as he unzipped his trousers and pushed them down his thick thighs, along with his boxer briefs, to reveal his huge cock, standing thick and proud and glistening with pre-cum.

I swallowed, wondering how I would stretch to accommodate him. He was huge.

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