Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 105089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
He let out a low chuckle. “Is that right? Well, let me see if I can make you happier.”
She stiffened. What the heck was he talking about? Then his hand moved under her dress, toward her pussy.
Holy heck.
His finger brushed against her clit and she let out a stifled moan.
“Shh.” He stilled his finger. “I can’t keep going if you’re going to let them know what we’re doing. No one is allowed to know.”
If no one could know, did he really think it was a good idea to do this in public? But even though Alejandro was possessive as hell and could be jealous, she also knew that he got off on pushing boundaries.
And to be honest, she got off on the risk. On the idea that someone might see or figure it out.
Maybe she had a bit of a voyeuristic streak.
“That’s it. Be a good Kitten for Sir.” His finger returned to her clit, stroking it softly and slowly until her breathing grew faster. It was growing increasingly harder to keep herself still and quiet. Just as she was certain she was going to come, he eased back.
No. No, no, no.
It was so not fair.
She’d been there.
“Sir,” she complained.
“Hush, naughty girl. Or I’m going to have to take you out the back and spank you. And you won’t get to come.”
“So I get to come?”
“Si. You get to come if you promise to be quiet and still.”
“I don’t think I can,” she replied honestly.
He kissed her as he moved his finger down to her clit. Pulling back, he kissed along her chin. “Bury your face into my neck. I’ll watch over you.”
Of course he would. He always did.
She pressed her face against him and he slid his finger over her clit again, moving it faster and faster until she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Come for me, Kitten. Come now.” She clenched down around his cock, shuddering as she fought against crying out. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on. He moved his finger softer and slower, easing her down from the edge.
She took gulping breaths, resting against him and letting him do everything else.
“That’s a good girl. You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”
It was probably silly to be so pleased. It wasn’t as though she’d done something truly spectacular. But knowing that she’d pleased him . . . well, it made her feel all good inside.
“Now, I’ve got to figure out a way to get my dick to go down so I can walk out of here without looking like a waddling duck.”
She couldn’t help but giggle.
Thirty minutes later, they made their way outside and into the car. She had to admit that she felt far more relaxed than when they’d first arrived.
She knew that their guards were still on high-alert. The worry about the fake-Deity wouldn’t die until he did, which was troubling since they had no clues as to who he was or what he wanted.
Well, she guessed they knew what he wanted.
Her dead.
Maybe all of her friends dead too. Which terrified her.
“Pequeña? Are you all right?” Alejandro asked, turning her face toward him. The Scot was in the back with them this time, while Cairn drove and Rafael sat in the passenger seat.
“Yeah, I’m all right.”
Alejandro didn’t look convinced as they pulled into their underground garage. The Scot exited the car along with Cairn and Rafael.
“Just worried about my friends.”
“I know. But they’re on alert for danger. Gray has Maeve covered and Tobias is with Immy.”
She hoped it was enough.
The door opened and Alejandro stepped out, offering a hand to her. He clasped her close to his side as they rode the elevator up.
The Scot and Cairn left the elevator first and then froze, both of them stepping in front of Alejandro and her.
What was going on? Why wouldn’t they let them leave the elevator?
Alejandro pushed her back behind him, his hand reaching out for the button.
“Don’t even think of sending her back down in the elevator. The minute those doors start to close, I start shooting. Do you want that on your conscience? I’m sure your wife doesn’t. Also, I now have men downstairs waiting for her. So not only will you all be dead, but she’ll be mine anyway.”
What the hell? Who the hell was this guy? Why would he want her? She tried to get a glimpse of him around the men in front of her, but they’d crowded her in, protecting her.
“What are you doing here? What do you want?” Alejandro demanded.
“I want you to come in here. Now.”
“Whatever you want with me, Emiliano, it has nothing to do with my wife.”
Emiliano?
The guy Dante had been making a deal with? Wasn’t he on their side? What was he doing here?
“So protective,” Emiliano said. “She must mean a lot to you. So I suggest you all step out of that elevator and let me see her. Now.”