Alejandro's Prey

by Nikita Slater

  He tore her panties away and urged her legs apart, barely making enough room for himself as he unbuckled the front of his own pants. She cried out again and clutched at him when he lifted her with a thick arm around her waist.

  “Alejandro, I’m sorry!” she whimpered, flinging her head back.

  He fisted her hair, arching her throat back just as he thrust into her from behind. The act was frantic, violent, unexpected, yet intensely erotic. Gina gasped at the invasion and reached back to grip him, holding tight while he did the same, his own grip bruising where his fingers bit into her flesh. He jerked her head to the side and dropped his whiskered jaw against her throat, biting her, marking her as he drove into her.

  “Not even death will steal you from me,” he growled, pinning her against the side of the desk and fucking her hard.

  Gina could do nothing but take it, her hips slamming mercilessly into the hard, unyielding surface. She felt bruised and battered as he rammed into her, grunting, his hold around her ribs and throat so tight she could barely breath. She began to feel light-headed from lack of oxygen, her own hold on him growing limp.

  Then he released her so abruptly, pulling out and backing away so abruptly that her knees buckled and she would have collapsed if he hadn’t caught her. He shoved the few things on his desk to the side, the ashtray hit the floor and shattered. Gina’s head was swimming as he spun her around, lifted her and set her on the desk. He shoved her back, pinning her to the desk with a hand between her breasts.

  “Alejandro?” she asked weakly, then felt her skirt being shoved back up her hips. She shrieked at the first touch of his warm lips and tongue on her bruised pussy and arched into the sensation. The dual onslaught of first rough, then sweet drove her right over the edge and she came with a scream, her fingers gripping the edge of his desk.

  “Ah, my baby likes that,” he growled against her, but didn’t ease his attack. Instead he thrust two fingers inside and curled them, drawing her orgasm higher. Her legs shook, and she arched back on the desk shouting while he attacked her clit with long, leisurely strokes of his tongue. She came again in a gush of fluid, soaking his hand and mouth. He stood over her, his dark eyes glinting with purpose and wiped his mouth on his sleeve before gripping her waist and dragging her to the edge of the desk.

  “Please,” she groaned, reaching for him. “Alejandro.”

  “Si, mi amor,” he said, his face finally softening. He entered her, softer this time, less punishing. “Anything for you. I am always yours, your love.”

  Tears dripped from her eyes and down her cheeks as he gathered her in his arms and held her against his chest, moving his hips slowly, pumping himself in and out of her in long, sensual strokes, filling her completely. “Please forgive me,” she whispered against his throat, clinging to him.

  He cradled her and kissed her ear, then her lips. His thrusts grew harder, more frantic. His hold became tighter, sweat beading his forehead. He held her as though she might disappear as he finished deep inside her. He continued to hold her against his chest, heart to heart, her head tucked against his neck while they calmed.

  Finally, he backed up, lifting her and setting her down so she was sitting on the edge of his desk. He looked down at her, his face serious once more. He took her hand and squeezed it. “I understand why you did what you did. Why you needed to end your brother yourself. But you undermined my position and put yourself in danger.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes again before spilling over to trail gently down her cheeks.

  He used his thumb to swipe a drop and stick it in his mouth. “If you were anyone else, Reyes would insist on your execution. But since you are family and my wife, he will allow me to deal with you.”

  Her heart pounded hard in her chest as fear shot through her system. Not once during the entire time that she’d planned the murder of her brother had she thought of the consequences of her actions. She knew that Alejandro would be upset, but she hadn’t actually thought about punishment. That she was crossing a mob boss and his second-in-command. But even with that possibility hanging over her head, she still wouldn’t have done anything differently.

  “What are you going to do?” she whispered, eyes wide, searching for mercy. Only there wasn’t any. This man was the enforcer to one of the most dangerous men in the world. And she’d knowingly crossed him.

  He touched her face, gently, tracing his thumb across her jaw. “You don’t have to worry about that just yet, mi amor. You’ll find out soon enough when we discuss your new schedule and rules. For now, it is time to go home.”

  Gina wanted to argue but suspected now wasn’t the time. Instead she accepted the hand he held out to her and slid off his desk. He smoothed her skirt back down. She smiled up at him and slid her hand into the curve of his arm. “Let’s go home.”

  Epilogue

  One year ago

  Alejandro resented being put on babysitting duty. The woman had been on her own for years. There was no reason she couldn’t board an airplane and make her own way to the meeting point with her cousin. But Casey hadn’t wanted Angelina to fly alone. She’d wanted her cousin to feel taken care of, special. So, as the most trusted person on Reyes’ payroll he’d been appointed her official escort.

  He stepped off the airplane and into the cool, sunny day. He brought a hand up to shade his eyes, looking around. He saw a car and assumed it must be her ride since it was the only one on the tarmac. He strode toward the vehicle just as the back door opened and a long, curvy leg slid out, then the rest of her. She gripped the edge of the door and stood, looking around uncertainly.

  If he hadn’t had years of combat and military training he might have stumbled. Angelina Giancarro was perfection. From the top of her flyaway blond hair to the bottom of her heeled sandals. She clung to the car door as if she would never let go, as if it were the lifeline between her old life and her new. She watched warily as he approached, her gorgeous grey eyes taking in every inch of his dark suit and tall form. She backed up a little, bumping into the doorframe.

  He took her hand, peeling it one finger at a time from the edge of the door and giving it a light squeeze. “Ms. Giancarro… Gina. It is a pleasure to meet you,” he told her, meaning every word.

  “Th-thank you… Alejandro.” Her voice was soft and slightly husky. The caress of his name shot arrows of heat right through him. He’d never felt such an intense, instant connection to another person before. This was more than lust. He studied her carefully.

  “Your bags?” he asked.

  She cleared her throat a little and swallowed, dropping her eyes. “In the trunk.”

  He leaned into the car and told the driver to open the trunk, then lifted her bags. Gina took a small carry-on and they walked toward the plane together. “Did you get a chance to finish everything you needed to?” he asked, indicating she should go ahead of him onto the airplane.

  “You mean say goodbye to the friends I made, the life I created here?” she said quietly. “Because I won’t be back. We both know that. Yes, I said goodbye, made my excuses.”

  Alejandro secured her luggage and turned to look at her, studying the lovely blond where she stood, poised and ready to fly to Mexico with him. He’d thought of this as nothing more than a babysitting mission. But for her, she was being torn from the life she’d created in a city, in a country that wasn’t her own, because her family had been targeted for assassination more than a decade ago. Now she was being called back. All because she’d been born into a mafia family. No one asked her what she wanted, they just told her. Yet, she wasn’t fighting fate, she was giving in gracefully.

  “Are you going to be alright?” he asked gruffly, showing her to her seat. “Can I get you anything?”

  She tilted her head to the side and watched him with a tiny frown as he took the seat next to hers. He hadn’t planned on being so close to her, hadn’t planned on wanting Casey’s last living relative for himself. But something primal was driving hi
m. He needed to feel her soft body against his, catch her subtle scent as she shifted to get more comfortable in her seat.

  “No, I’m fine, thank you Alejandro.”

  The way she said his name wrapped right around every part of him, especially his dick, making him harder than he’d ever been in his life. And there was nothing he could do about it without scaring her, so he had to just sit there and take the torture, breathing her in, feeling her soft shoulder rubbing against his arm whenever she shifted.

  He tried to engage her in conversation a few times during the flight but mostly she answered his inquiries politely and then fell silent. He sensed a timid sadness about her. Not a deep sadness or anything, but a sense of loss. The same feeling her cousin held. He suspected the two women would get along very well once they met. He just hoped they both survived the upcoming confrontation in Mexico. His gut twisted in aggravation as he thought of sending a quiet little mouse like Gina into a situation like Mexico. She wasn’t mobbed up like the rest of them, she was too soft. Too sweet. He was suddenly angry at all of them for thinking this was a good idea. Angry at himself for allowing her to get on the airplane and leave her life in London behind.

  He glanced down at her. She was leaning back in her seat, with her long, slim feet propped up on the opposite seat. She was reading a book, but not a normal book. This one had pictures and word bubbles. He thought maybe it was called a graphic novel. The incongruity, the sheer innocence of her reading such a thing made his lips twitch. He vowed then that he would make damn sure she came out of Mexico alive and whole, and that she would find happiness in Bolivia.

  He allowed his gaze to trail over her, taking in her long legs where the skirt of her dress had bunched up revealing her knees and a delicious amount of thigh. The curve of her breast was also visible from his angle. Her luscious lips were pursed in concentration, her fingertip tracing the pink length of her mouth. His cock hardened even more. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, uncomfortable but damned if he was going to find another seat. He was going to have to make damn sure his men knew not to go near this woman while she was staying at the compound; she was too fucking tempting by half. She tilted her head to the side and looked at him, pinning him in place as though seeing right through him, catching him in the act of fantasizing about her.

  “Hey, Alejandro, do you like Spiderman?” she asked.

  He grinned at her. “Sure, cariña.” He had no idea. Men in tights weren’t really his thing. But anything Gina enjoyed was about to become his thing.

  She grinned back, flashing him her beautiful teeth. “I bet you’re good at finding hard to find things, aren’t you?”

  He knew in that moment that he’d met his future wife.

  THE END

  Bonus: Excerpt from Scarred Queen

  Ignacio Hernandez had never before brought a woman to a meet. Then, they’d never met at a club before. The entire scene was unprecedented. Reyes didn’t do unprecedented, but he was willing to make an exception because he was curious. He could sever the Miami connection if he had to. It would cause some shockwaves, but it wasn’t out of the question. Ignacio was beginning to annoy him anyway. His poor decisions were beginning to affect the Bolivian. Such as bringing a woman like her to a meet with a man like him. Something that was meant to show off Ignacio’s power and wealth would become a big mistake.

  His gaze flickered over the woman, calmly drinking her champagne and orange juice as though she weren’t sitting at a table with four of the most dangerous men on the continental East coast. Two kingpins and their right hands. Only Reyes didn’t think she was as calm as she appeared. Her wrist trembled slightly, giving her away. She had enough presence to make sure that tiny shake ceased by the time it got to her slim fingers where they clenched the crystal of her glass. It wasn’t the fingers or her ability to remain coolly poised while the men around her talked business that captured his curiosity. It was the mark on the back of her delicate hand, permanent slash lines, viciously marring her porcelain skin.

  Anger burned deep in his gut, surprising him. Reyes rarely felt anything. Ever. Certainly not for a woman. This was how he made effective decisions. How he moved trade across borders with ease and cool logic. Emotion had been removed from him. First by a ruthless father, then by a vicious military stint in his home country and finally by an unrelenting, merciless prison sentence that had systematically broken him before he had, in turn, broken down the prison itself and owned it from the inside out. By the time he was released it was into a world of his own making; a world shaped by him on the inside and ruled by him on the outside.

  Yet the sight of this cool, blond beauty, so broken yet utterly resilient was doing something to him, forcing him to feel. He shifted in his seat, sliding his arm across the back of the leather, his eyes never leaving her while he listened to the other men speak. Negotiate terms. He didn’t need to add his voice. Alejandro, his right hand, knew the terms. Knew not to fuck up while in pursuit of new deals for the boss.

  Reyes wanted her. The electrifying anger he felt when his eyes caressed that mark assured him he would take the woman and make her his. Not because it infuriated him that she had been abused. No, he was not a good enough man to care about that. He was under no illusions he would treat her any better than Ignacio. Hell, he’d probably treat her much worse. Because Ignacio undoubtedly set her up like a trophy in his great mausoleum of a house and then ignored the unapproachable beauty.

  Reyes had no intention of ignoring her. He was going to take her and fuck every inch of her, just the way he wanted. Hard, brutal, mean. Exactly how he was. Exactly how this world had shaped him. Because he could. She was about to become spoils of war.

  No, he wasn’t angry about the mark on her hand at all. He was pissed that the mark was twisted into the shape of an “H” and not an “R.” He wanted her to belong to him, to the King. When he got his hands on the woman, that would be the first thing he changed.

  Finally, after nearly an hour of sitting in the booth together, his eyes rarely leaving her face, she lifted hers to meet his uncompromising gaze. And for the first time in his life, he felt his heart stop in his chest. He was unprepared for the impact. Her eyes – one startling green and the other amber brown – were vivid, stunning and unrelenting. Though her expression didn’t flicker once from the blank mask of icy beauty, he saw the burning disdain, the heated fury buried deep within those fiery orbs for the men that surrounded her. She despised all of them.

  His lip lifted in an answering sneer. She refused to drop her eyes from his challenge, despite her husband sitting at the same table. He wanted nothing more, in that moment, than to take this scarred Queen from her throne and tame her. He vowed, then and there, that he would eventually have her.

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