Alexander
I move toward her and back her against the bookshelf, surprised when she doesn’t break eye contact. “You made a deal with me. You are mine for the year.” I cup her cheek in my hand, making her glare angrily at me.
“So despite learning the truth about your mom, you are still going to treat me no better than a dog?”
I search those dark brown eyes, torn between doing what’s right and doing what I want. All my life I’ve been a selfish person since I watched my mom die, vowing to take whatever I want with force, as being weak gets you nowhere in life.
“No, mi reina.” I press my lips softly to hers and kiss her chastely. “I’m going to make amends.” I drop to my knees in front of her, making her brow furrow. “Make me beg, nena.”
Her brow lifts slightly. “Alexander, what are-”
“Make me your dog. Force me to crawl by your side. I want to make it up to you.” What the hell has this girl reduced me to?
She shakes her head. “It’s too late, Alexander. You know it, deep down.”
I grab hold of her hand, remaining on my knees. “It’s never too late.” And then I inch her skirt up, knowing I have to worship her, make her feel what I feel, somehow.
She grabs my hand. “Alexander, what are you-”
“Quiet, and let me worship you.”
“So you go from bullying me to worshiping me?” she asks, sounding skeptical.
“Yes,” I say, desperation closing its claws around my heart. “Please.” It feels like time slows as I wait for her response.
Finally, she releases my hand and nods, allowing me to lift her skirt up her hips. I groan when I see her sexy red thong and push it to one side, admiring the way her lips glisten with arousal before I’ve even touched her. Slowly, I drag a finger through her arousal, making her shudder. The pad of my finger caressing her throbbing clit, which makes her jolt toward me as she sinks her fingers into my hair. “So fucking wet,” I say, gazing up at her.
“Fuck,” she breathes as I move forward and close my lips around her clit. I move my tongue in gentle, teasing movements around it, worshipping her as I promised.
“Lean against the table,” I order, pushing her back so she can use it to steady herself. I grab her thigh and lift it upward, allowing better access to her sweet pussy.
I draw a path through her lips with my tongue and then thrust it inside of her, groaning when her sweet arousal floods my mouth. “That’s it, princess. Let me worship your beautiful pussy.” I thrust two fingers inside of her and she moans loudly, as if she’s forgotten entirely where we are.
Anyone could walk up here and catch us, but that thought only encourages me.
Natalya leans back against the desk behind her as I devour her, making her moan and mewl like a pussy cat. Circling her clit with my tongue, I drive her toward climax.
She gasps, trembling in my grasp. “Alexander.” The sound of my name on her lips is erotic and arousing, but this isn’t about me, not right now. It’s all about her. My cock is throbbing in my pants, but ignore it.
She may not want to forgive me yet, and I don’t blame her. I’ve been a complete and utter asshole to her, but that all changes from now on. Natalya was made to be my queen, even if it makes little sense after I’ve treated her so badly.
She claws her nails through my scalp as I continue to taste her, my pants becoming too tight over my crotch.
“You taste so damn good,” I breathe, lapping up her arousal as she gets wetter and wetter. I’m driven by a desire to master her body in a way that makes it impossible for her to resist me any longer. I slide three fingers inside of her pussy and start to fuck her with them, making her moan loudly. Her head lulls forward as she watches me kneeling before her.
It takes all my self-control not to pull my cock out of my pants and replace my fingers with it, but I know that’s not what this is about. She can’t let herself forgive me yet, which means I’m going to have to work for it. And God damn it, I want to work for it. I want Natalya.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, head lulling backward as she gets closer.
“That’s it, nena. I want you to come for me,” I purr, watching her beautiful features twist with pleasure; pleasure I’m giving her.
Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip as she claws her fingers tighter in my hair, yanking at it almost. I keep fingering her and licking her, driving her right toward the cliff’s edge.
“Yes, oh, fuck,” Natalya cries as I finger her right through it. I don’t stop until she’s panting for oxygen and her body is limp on the desk. Her eyes remain shut, and she doesn’t move. Finally, I pull my fingers out of her.
“Look at me,” I say.
She does as she’s told, dark eyes finding mine.
“Watch me taste you, princess.” I slide my fingers one by one into my mouth and lick them clean, groaning as I do. “Sweeter than honey.”
Her eyes are still dilated as she watches me hungrily, making my cock is throb in my pants. I clench my jaw and ignore the clawing sensation against my mind, spurring me to pull my cock out and thrust it balls deep inside of her heavenly cunt. Instead, I pull the gusset of her thong back over her pussy and cover her panties with the hem of her skirt.
There’s a flash of what appears like disappointment as she hops off the edge of the desk. “Don’t think that makes everything right between us.” There’s fire in her eyes as she turns away from me.
I grab her wrist and spin her back to face me, bringing my lips to within an inch of hers. “I have some making up to do to you, Gurin, but I won’t be spoken to like that.”
Her eyes dip to my lips and then back to my eyes. “What are you going to do? Continue blackmailing me?”
I smirk and shake my head. “No, I have better ways to punish you, bonita.” And then I kiss her.
She tenses at first against me, trying to fight away. Once I slip my tongue into her mouth, she quickly relaxes into the kiss and gives me everything and more. Natalya moans into my mouth, making my cock even harder. I break the kiss and search her eyes, knowing that somehow I’ve got to hold on to this girl, despite everything.
She pulls away, making my chest ache. “I’m really late for dinner,” she says, glancing at her watch. She turns her back to me and grabs her bag and the book she’d picked out, rushing past me. “See you around.”
I clench my jaw as I watch her walk away from me. It’s becoming clear that the girl I spent years trying to break has finally broken me. She affects me in ways no one ever has, and if I can’t make her mine, I don’t know what I’ll do. Life in the cartel has taught me that I can take what I want. Fuck the consequences. I fear if I can’t get her to agree to be mine, I won’t be able to walk away.
I’ll take her by force instead, but I’d rather it doesn’t come to that.