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Fierce King: Chapter 14

ALANA

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around myself before walking into the bedroom.

When my hangover had finally subsided, I’d enjoyed a lovely afternoon in the sun followed by fifty lengths of the pool. Now, my muscles were aching in that pleasant post-exercise way.

I was walking over to the bed when the bedroom door burst open and Alejandro stormed into the room. I could feel the anger radiating from him from twenty paces away. He glared at me, his dark brown eyes full of rage and fire.

I swallowed and wrapped my towel tighter around myself as he approached, as though that somehow offered me some protection from the raging demon who was advancing on me. I had no idea what the hell had made him so angry, but I had little desire to be on the receiving end of his wrath.

He stopped as he reached me although he stepped close enough that I could feel the heat from his body and smell the expensive cologne he used.

‘Where were you yesterday afternoon? After your shopping trip?’ he growled at me and despite my fear, I felt his words vibrating through my body.

‘I was doing my charity work,’ I replied.

‘And the day before?’ he snapped.

‘The same.’

He inched closer to me. ‘With Hugo?’

I blinked at him. What was this about? ‘Yes. He comes with me. You won’t let me leave the house without him.’

He glared at me then. His eyes burning into mine. ‘So you and him go out of this house for hours every day and you do your charity work?’ he scoffed, saying the last two words as though they were dirty somehow.

He was starting to annoy me now and I glared back at him. ‘Yes. What the hell is your problem?’

‘My problem, Mrs. Montoya, is that you have made me look like a fucking fool,’ he advanced on me, causing me to step back until I had nowhere else to go and was pressed against the wall.

He placed his hands either side of my head, caging me in. My legs trembled as he glared at me, but the rest of my body thrummed with energy and anticipation.

‘Did you think I wouldn’t find out that you’ve been lying to me, puta? Have you been fucking him? Is that where you two really go every afternoon?’

I blinked at him. I couldn’t have been more shocked if he’d slapped me across the face. ‘I haven’t been fucking anyone,’ I snapped as the anger started to pulse through my veins. And while I didn’t know much Spanish, I knew what puta meant. ‘And don’t call me a whore!’

‘Then where do you go? Because I have just had a very interesting conversation with Mrs. Grant, who tells me that you attended one charity lunch three weeks ago and they haven’t seen you since.’ He edged even closer to me, closing the gap between us to barely an inch as he stared down at me. ‘So, tell me, puta, where the fuck have you been?’

I looked up at him. God, he was infuriating! ‘For a start, Mrs. Grant and her bunch of smiling sycophants might call what they do charity work, but it’s just an excuse for them to get drunk every afternoon and throw a party once a year for whatever charity happens to be fashionable. Do you know what this year’s event is for? A new wing of the school. That fancy private school that already coins in millions of dollars a year. Of course I never went back there. I have nothing in common with those women. I wanted to help people who are actually struggling,’ I snapped at him.

I saw the confusion flickering over his face as he frowned at me. ‘So, where the fuck have you been going?’

‘To the women’s shelter downtown. If you bothered to pay any attention to me and my life, then you would know that,’ I shouted as I pushed him in the chest.

He didn’t budge an inch. He narrowed his eyes, searching my face as though he was trying to determine if I was lying to him.

‘Go and look through my purse if you don’t believe me. I have plenty of paperwork in there. I do their books for them. I’ve been fundraising for weeks. Or check my phone. Every single day, I’ve spent hours on the phone to potential donors,’ I sniffed as I tried to stop a tear from rolling down my cheek.

But it was too late. All of a sudden, the tears started falling from eyes and I couldn’t stop them.

All the pent up tension and anger and frustration of the past few weeks wanted to tumble out of me and I had to let it.

I had thought that the two of us were getting somewhere. I’d thought we were finding a way to survive this complete sham of a marriage without driving each other crazy. And now he was calling me a whore, and accusing me of cheating on him.

He continued to stare at me, his jaw working as he considered what to say next. I didn’t expect an apology from him. I doubted he’d ever apologized for anything in his life. ‘I didn’t realize that,’ he said quietly.

‘How could you accuse me of sleeping with Hugo?’ I sniffed. ‘Of all the things you could think, you accuse me of having sex with someone else?’

He frowned at me, his hands still planted beside my head on the wall. ‘Well, we don’t … It wasn’t a huge leap to assume you were getting it elsewhere.’

‘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’t ever hide 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.

In a few swift movements, he’d removed the rest of his clothes and kicked off his shoes and was standing completely naked. The sight of him like that was never something I’d get used to. He looked like he had been chiseled from stone.

He was perfect.

I took a deep breath as he walked over to the bed and crawled over me, holding himself up on one of his strong forearms.

‘Relax, princess,’ he said softly. ‘I won’t hurt you.’

He kissed me softly and I melted into him. Then his warm hand was sliding over my bare skin. He cupped my breast and squeezed gently, eliciting a moan from me. He moved his head southwards and sucked my nipple into his mouth, and to my shame, I groaned his name.

He smiled against my skin and heat flushed over my cheeks.

He lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes narrowed. ‘Just how far have you gone before, Mrs. Montoya?’ he asked.

‘Second base,’ I whispered.

He closed his eyes and made a noise that sounded distinctly like a growl and I couldn’t help but laugh.

His hand travelled further southwards, slipping between my thighs and gliding easily through my wet folds. ‘Have you made yourself come before?’ he said before moving his head and sucking on my other nipple.

‘Yes.’

‘Good,’ he said as he nipped me gently. ‘So, you know how good it feels to lose control?’

‘Hmm,’ I mumbled as he started circling my clit with two fingers.

‘But, no man has ever had the pleasure of touching this beautiful wet concha before me?’ he said as continued rubbing on the sensitive bud of flesh.

‘No,’ I gasped.

‘And no-one has ever been inside you,’ he growled as he slipped a thick finger inside me.

I arched my back off the bed in pleasure. The feeling of him breaching my hot opening was incredible.

‘No,’ I groaned as he slowly slid his finger in and out of me.

I felt the pressure building and wondered if he was about to make me come within a few minutes of having his hands on me. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. I didn’t want to make him ever more arrogant and self-assured than he already was.

He started to trail kisses down my stomach and a few seconds later his head was between my thighs. ‘If your cream tastes as good as it smells, Alana, then I am going to be spending a whole lot of my time eating this pussy every day.’

I blushed at his words, but I loved his filthy mouth. He blew a cool stream of air over my wet folds before using his hot tongue to lick the length of my cleft, making me gasp out loud. Then he sealed his hot mouth over my clit and I almost passed out with the jolt of pleasure that coursed through my body.

‘Jesus, Alex,’ I groaned. I hadn’t meant to call him Alex but I couldn’t quite form the word Alejandro.

If he was bothered, he didn’t show it.

He sucked gently, but persistently, and the sound of him devouring my pussy filled the room.

He was skilled and relentless and soon I was bucking my hips to meet his rhythm. But, he wrapped his strong hands around the backs of my thighs and held me in place until I was moaning his name and begging him to let me come.

Then he used his tongue to rim either side of my clit while he sucked and suddenly my orgasm burst through me like a river breaking a dam.

I cried out in pleasure and relief. I felt a rush of cream as he continued sucking and licking and all I could do was lie back and let it wash over me. When my orgasm had subsided, he moved lower and pressed his tongue into my opening, sucking at my juices.

Then he lifted his head and looked at me, his face wet with my arousal. ‘Fuck, Alana, I think we have a problem, princess,’ he said seriously.

‘Why?’ I asked. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘You taste so fucking good that I’m not sure I’m going to be able to let you leave this bed ever again,’ he said with a wicked grin as he crawled back up the bed.

I punched him on the chest, but I could tell he hardly even felt it. ‘That wasn’t funny,’ I said with a smile.

‘I never said it was,’ he said before he sealed his mouth over mine. He pushed his tongue inside, making sure that I could taste myself on him. For some reason, that only made me want him even more. I pushed my hips up to meet his, grinding myself on his hard cock.

‘Don’t. Not yet,’ he groaned. ‘I need to make sure you’re ready for me.’

He kissed me deeply as his hand slid down between our bodies. He slipped a finger inside me easily, and then he added another and I felt the stretch.

I had never felt so full. I had used my own fingers before, but his were huge in comparison.

He moved them slowly.

In and out.

Over and Over.

Driving me crazy.

He nuzzled my neck as he continued his slow, delicious torment. I clung to him and whimpered. Our bodies pressed together, both damp with perspiration.

‘Please, Alex,’ I breathed as I lifted my hips to take more of him.

He responded by adding a third finger and I felt the stretch and burn. I tensed involuntarily, my muscles squeezing around his fingers as he drove me to the edge.

‘Just relax, princess,’ he said softly. ‘I’ve got you, but I need to loosen you up. I have no idea how you’ve managed to reach the age of twenty-five and maintain your virtue, because this body is built for sin.’

Then he started to move his fingers in and out again, stretching them gently as he did. The slight discomfort soon gave way to pleasure and it wasn’t long before I felt another orgasm building.

Surely he couldn’t? Not again?

I was proven wrong a few seconds later, when he pressed his thumb on my clit and my climax ripped through my body like a shockwave. He kept rubbing gently until my tremors subsided, and then he slipped his fingers out of me before shifting his hips until he was settled between my thighs.

He pressed his huge cock at my opening and I groaned in response. Despite the orgasms and the feel of his mouth and his fingers on me, I wanted him inside me more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.

‘Please, Alex,’ I panted.

‘Soon, princesa,’ he soothed. ‘Your coño is dripping wet, but this is still your first time and I don’t want to hurt you.’

‘You won’t,’ I insisted.

‘Are you on any birth control?’

‘No,’ I whispered.

‘Fuck! I don’t keep condoms in the house,’ he hissed. ‘When was your last period?’

‘Last week.’

‘Good. Then, we should be okay,’ he growled.

‘Do you? Are you?’ I stammered. I couldn’t quite bring myself to ask the question, especially as I was beyond desperate to have him fuck me, but he understood anyway.

‘I never fuck without a condom. I’m clean. You have nothing to worry about. I promise.’

‘Okay,’ I breathed.

He inched inside me slowly, and despite how ready I was for him, I felt the burning stretch as he filled me with his giant cock.

But the pain was an enjoyable one. It made the pleasure immediately afterwards even sweeter.

‘Spread your legs as wide as you can, princess,’ he ordered. ‘Let me inside you.’

I opened my legs as far as they would go and he shifted closer towards me, sinking deeper into me until I had taken him to the hilt.

The feeling of being so full of him was incredible and I felt the waves of pleasure rolling through every inch of my body.

He groaned out loud when he was all the way inside and my walls clenched around him. ‘Feel how much your pussy loves my cock, princess? I can’t believe no-one has ever tried to claim this before me,’ he growled. ‘Because it is the sweetest tasting, and tightest little concha I have ever known.’

‘You have a filthy mouth,’ I panted.

‘Oh, you’ve heard nothing yet,’ he said before slipping into Spanish. I had no idea what he was saying, but it sounded so damn sexy, I didn’t care.

I lifted my hips to meet his as he thrust in and out of me. My breasts were already pressed up against his hard chest, and I wrapped my legs around his waist until there wasn’t even a millimeter of space between us.

‘Alex,’ I groaned again as I felt another orgasm building.

‘If I’d have known how sweet your pussy was, I’d have fucked you on our wedding night. And now that it’s mine, no-one is ever going to get the chance to taste you or fuck you ever again,’ he growled.

‘Good,’ I panted as I held onto him, my fingernails digging into his muscular back as his shoulder muscles flexed with his efforts. ‘Because I never want you to stop doing this.’

‘Fuck!’ he hissed. ‘I’m being gentle with you because it’s your first time, princess. It won’t always be like this.’

He continued to pump in and out of me, sending endorphins flying around my body as he rubbed against a sweet spot inside me that I hadn’t even realized existed.

I felt a rush of cream as the first wave of my next orgasm hit.

‘Jesus! You are fucking soaking wet, mi bella princesa,’ he growled as he started to move faster, until the wet sound of my arousal filled the room.

Then he kept growling in Spanish in my ear. I still had no idea what he was saying, but I did know that it was incredibly hot.

I pushed my head back against the pillow and shouted his name. At that moment, I would have been happy for him to chain me to his bed and keep me as his sex slave. Alejandro Montoya was an animal in bed and I wasn’t sure I would ever be the same again.

When he had fucked us both to a long and intense orgasm, he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him until I was lying on his chest. I listened to the steady beating of his heart as we both caught our breath. I lay with my head on his chest and wondered what the hell I had just gotten myself into.


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