Alejandro's Prey Page 9

  So, he lifted his glass, toasted, smiled and laughed alongside his bride and the rest of the family. He spent two hours accepting congratulations, talking, eating and listening to Spanish music. Finally, he was able to wait no longer; he wanted Gina to himself. He sent their host a meaningful look and was rewarded with a nod for his patience. Alejandro took Gina’s hand in a firm grip and stood, drawing her up with him. She gave him a startled look but didn’t protest.

  “Though the evening is not late, it has been a long day and I am eager to have my bride to myself,” Alejandro told the table. “Excuse us, por favor.”

  Casey stood. “But we haven’t had cake yet.” Alejandro was certain she would have run to her cousin if Reyes hadn’t captured her wrist and tugged her back down into her seat.

  “Let them go,” he said in an authoritative drawl. “You have seen for yourself that she is well, mi reina. Now you must relinquish her to the care of another.” When it looked as though Casey would argue, he lifted a brow and said, “Let her go. I insist.” Casey bit her lip and fell silent, though she frowned at her husband, clearly torn.

  Alejandro and Gina said their goodbyes. He allowed Casey to give her cousin a tight hug and promised that the two women would meet the following day before pulling his bride away. Though he would rather keep her to himself for longer than a day he knew he would have to work. The problem of whomever had been targeting him still existed. Alejandro would not rest until that particular threat was entirely extinguished.

  After making sure that his madre would be taken care of at the mansion, he strode through the hall with Gina and out into the crisp mountain air. She looked around confused as he escorted her toward his car, brought around as requested. “You didn’t think we’d be staying here, did you?” he asked, opening the passenger door for her and arranging the skirt of her wedding gown before closing the door.

  After he took the driver’s seat she answered. “I guess not. But we aren’t staying in the barracks with the men, are we?”

  “Certainly not,” Alejandro assured her, but abstained from clarifying their whereabouts until they approached the home he’d had built on the far side of the compound. He watched her face as they drove up to the house, set away from the rest of the buildings. It wasn’t like anything else on the property. It was much smaller than the mansion, but still large and beautifully designed. He knew that Gina’s family was originally from Georgia, so he asked the architect to go with an older southern US style home with a wraparound balcony. Of course, he’d had the structure reinforced to withstand potential conflicts as well as Andean weather.

  “Oh!” she gasped, her hand going to her mouth. Her grey eyes widened as they took the entire white and blue structure in. Then she turned to look at him, speechless.

  “I began plans for it a few months after you arrived and had it started a few months ago. I moved my things in on Tuesday. Your things were moved yesterday while we were in La Paz,” he told her. “There are brand new furnishings. And of course, I expect you to pick out whatever you want, or make any changes that will make you happy.” When she continued to stare as if she couldn’t believe her eyes, he took her hand and then turned her chin so she would look at him. “If it doesn’t make you happy, mi amor, we can burn it and start over. Hell, we can build a mansion bigger than the main house. Though I am not sure your cousin will like that. She can be a competitive little thing.”

  Gina half-choked, half-laughed and reached for the door. “Don’t you dare burn it!” She jumped out of the car and began walking fast toward the front doors. “I want to see inside. Do you have the key?”

  “Door code,” he growled following quickly behind her and scooping her up in his arms before she could reach the front steps. She squealed and gripped his shoulders laughing up at him while he strode with her to the door.

  “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 his madre had taught him the ways of assassination, his padre had, 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, wo
ndered 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 bringing mi amor as 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. “As mi mujer commands,” 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.

  He went on and on until she thought she would have to beg him to finish. Then he shifted, pulled her legs up to his shoulders and began really slamming into her. She shrieked as she adjusted to the new position, her pussy tightening around his cock as it gripped him, pleasure shooting through her. He gripped her hands and forced them over her head, urging her to grip the headboard. When she took hold of it, he let her go and caressed her legs and ankles, then reached between her legs and glided his fingers over her slippery clitoris.

  She came in an explosion, sheathing him tight. He grunted, dropping a kiss against her ankle and grunting, “Can feel you, Gina. Fuck, you feel so good.”

  “Alejandro!” she screamed as he slammed forcefully into her.

  “Coming with you, baby,” he groaned.

  “Can feel you too,” she panted as he grew bigger inside her. Then she felt the warm rush of semen as he thrust one last time and buried himself deep inside her. She stared up at him, loving the fierce frown of concentration on his face, knowing she’d put it there. The muscles of his shoulders bulged as he carefully bent over top of her, kissed her lips and then collapsed to the side of her so he wouldn’t crush her. She rolled against him and pressed her lips against his throat, loving the strength she felt in his arms as he drew her against his bare chest.

  “I’m sorry, cariña,” he murmured against the top of her head, smoothing the flyaway hair back and kissing her.

  “For what?” she asked, bemused. The sex had been truly spectacular, though she was certain she’d be a little sore come morning. But she wasn’t surprised. Alejandro had rough written all over him.

  “For being a one-pump chump,” he said. “Next time we’ll take our time. Truly get those multiple orgasms going. I should’ve been able to go all night. It’s just, I’ve been waiting for you since I set eyes on you, couldn’t hold it in. Next time will be better, last longer, I promise.”

  Her mouth fell open and she leaned back to look at his face to see if he was joking. Nope, he looked completely serious. Alejandro really could go all night if he wanted to. Her thighs clenched involuntarily, and her mouth went dry. Oh my. She was going to need to work on her stamina if she was going to keep up with her new husband.

  As if sensing her thoughts, he kissed her mouth and flashed her a grin. “Get some sleep, mi amor. I will need another fuck in the morning before work.”

  “Dear god,” she murmured, but settled back against the pillows deciding to take him at his word. If he woke her up the same way he had this time she certainly wasn’t going to complain.

  Sure enough, Alejandro woke her up with more of the same. This time, instead of his tongue, she woke to his fingers working their magic inside of her. She was already orgasming before she was fully conscious, her husband rising above her. He flipped her over onto her stomach, spread her legs and thrust into her from behind. She screamed out in su
rprise, feeling every inch of his large cock glide through her folds and into her sore, but fully lubricated vagina. She reached out, gripping handfuls of pillow as he took her hips into his broad palms and jerked her back onto his cock, sheathing her completely.

  “Fuck!” he shouted.

  Gina glanced behind her to see him rising up over her back like a predator pinning its prey, his head thrown back, his neck straining. She was fascinated by the savagery, by the sheer male beauty of him. He fucked her while she lay helpless to do anything but take him, her pussy shivering with the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d forced on her while she was still half-asleep. Another began to build as he pumped into her. Gina reached under her hips, spreading her knees further, so she could reach and ran her fingers over the engorged bud of her sensitive clit. A hiss of pain and pleasure escaped her.

  “Yes, baby,” he growled from above her, wrapping his hand around her neck while he continued to fuck her. “Touch yourself.”

  His words, combined with the possessiveness of his hold drove her over the edge. She pinched her clit and cried out from the sharp, intense orgasm that hit her. Her pussy pulled him in tight, refusing to let him go, taking control of him. His thrusts grew more and more erratic, the hand on her throat tightening until she had to arch back and gasp for breath. Still, she loved every moment, grasping and clawing higher into her orgasm until he joined her with a shout of his own.