I glanced out the tinted window to see that we were pulling into the garage of my mansion. I’d bought the historic 1930’s home for a song when the owner went belly up and needed out fast. I’d renovated some of it, but I was glad I hadn’t done too much. Now Allison would be able to turn it into her dream home.
After gently kissing her forehead, I released my hold on her hair and shifted her off my lap, then quickly adjusted myself. Not that it really made a difference with the size of my cock. I opened the door, and Derek handed me my bag. “Thanks, Derek. Take the rest of the week off. If we go anywhere, it won’t be far.” I had no plans to leave the house for some time. One of the best things about living in Manhattan. Everything delivers.
“Thanks, Diego.” Derek grinned as he jogged around to the driver’s side. I didn’t want his income to be dependent on whether or not I needed a driver every day. So he was on the payroll for my company, which gave him all the benefits, including vacation. But, I also paid him overtime for holidays and overnight trips. So when I gave him time off like this, he was paid either way. Which meant he could spend time with his girlfriend and daughter without having to worry about not making money.
“I’ll text you about next week.” He nodded and gave me a wave before getting into the car. I held my hand out for Allison, and she hesitantly took it, allowing me to help her out of the car. She looked around and though she fidgeted awkwardly, her thoughts were carefully hidden by a neutral expression. I knew it wasn’t in awe at my home because her father owned one of the most expensive townhouses in the city.
As Derek pulled out of the garage and the door began to shut, I put my hand on the small of Allison’s back and steered her toward the door on the opposite side. It opened to a set of stairs that took you up to the basement level of the house, which sat on top of the garage. “The elevator is there,” I explained, pointing at the only other door. “It will take you to every floor and as you become bigger, I will expect you to use it.” I threw her a warning glance to let her know I wasn’t fucking around. Her safety and that of our child were more important to me than anything.
The main staircase in the house was beautiful, especially with the way they twisted around to make a swirling feeling when you looked down from the top. But it was a work of art, not all that functional. There was another, more practical set at the back of the house, but even those, I wouldn’t want her climbing when she was heavily pregnant.
We ascended the steps and entered a section of the house that I’d gutted but hadn’t gotten around to renovating. “There was a lot to do and the basement wasn’t a top priority.” I guided her up another set of stairs that opened into a massive kitchen, which was also in need of updating. I banged my head against a mental wall for not taking her in through the front door. Her first impression of her new home wasn’t looking good.
“The back family room is done, as well as a theater room, and my office. Oh, and the master suite.”
Allison walked around the room, looking at things here and there with the same blank features on her lovely face. I frowned, missing her natural guilelessness, the way she usually wore her thoughts and feelings on her sleeve, or more accurately on her face and in her gorgeous eyes.
“This is your house?” she blurted out, her eyes bouncing around some more.
I arched an eyebrow at her puzzled frown.
“In New York.” She blinked a few times as if she were trying to clear away her confusion. “You live in Manhattan?”
“Yes.” It hadn’t occurred to me until right then that I’d never told her I was only visiting Cap Cana. And since I mentioned taking her to meet my family, it was an obvious conclusion for her to think I lived there.
“This is your house,” she emphasized.
“No,” I disagreed emphatically.
“Pardon?” Her perplexed gaze came back to me as I slowly prowled toward her.
Only when I was standing toe to toe with her did I finally answer. “This is our home, Ali.”
Her jaw dropped and she shook her head, taking a step back. I took a step forward and we did the same dance as that night in the boathouse, ending up with her back against the wall and my arms caging her in. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with her vanilla scent and practically tasting the same flavor of her pussy.
“You have no idea how much I want you, nena,” I croaked. My mouth had gone dry and I swallowed hard as I fought to keep myself in check. “No idea the lengths with which I’m willing to go to keep you. Te necesito demasiado en mi vida.”
Her whiskey-colored eyes locked with mine and I made sure I enunciated every word when I declared, “You. Are. Mine.”
12
Diego
Allison couldn't hide the warmth that glowed in her eyes, but she still sputtered and disputed, “You can’t just keep me!”
“I can and I fucking will, Allison,” I proclaimed in a hard voice. “This is not up for debate.” I crowded her even more against the wall and put my mouth next to her ear. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you took my hand, nena. Then you let me eat your sweet young pussy, pop your cherry, and bury my fat cock in your unprotected womb where I stuffed you so full of my come that you were bred the very first time I had you.” I nibbled on her lobe and ground my raging erection into her. “I own you, Ali. Even if you don’t want to admit it yet. Your body craves mine.”
Allison’s breathing had grown choppy and her tits were rubbing on my chest, the hard nipples poking through the material of her bra and blouse. I shifted my position, intending to kiss her when she muttered, “I’m not moving in with you just because we had sex and you got me pregnant.”
Rearing back, I glowered at her. “My wife and children will live with me, and that’s final.”
“What wife?” she snapped.
“You,” I snapped right back. “We’re getting married tomorrow.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but then her jaw went slack and her eyes widened. “Did you say...children? As in more than one?” She shook her head and tried to push me away, but I didn’t budge. “I know you want a family and having this baby is a dream come true for you. But I’m not marrying you and moving in and having a houseful of babies with you just because you got me pregnant from a one-night stand!”
Anger rushed through my veins, and I grabbed her chin so she couldn’t look away when I growled, “You were not and never will be a one-night stand to me, Allison. Don’t ever belittle what that night meant—to both of us—by labeling it that way. Do you really think I would try to impregnate someone—an intention I was pretty damn clear about— and take them home to meet my family if they didn’t mean more to me than a quick fuck?”
She sputtered but didn’t seem to be able to form any words. Then a look of guilt stole across her face and a blush began to bloom on her cheeks. “No,” she finally rasped.
“Then why did you leave, nena?”
“It wasn’t because I believed that about you,” she burst out. “I thought you lived in the Dominican Republic, Diego. We had one night together and you started talking about babies and the future and I couldn’t figure out how we could possibly merge our lives. I love New York. My family is here. My whole life. And I’d only known you a day...I convinced myself it wouldn’t work and talked Charlie into cutting our trip short and I left.”
“Ran away, nena,” I scowled. “Call it what it was. You ran away from what you felt for me.”
She tried to nod, but I still held her chin in a firm grip. “Yes,” she whispered. Then she narrowed her eyes and accused, “But if I’d known you lived in New York, I wouldn’t have freaked out quite so much. You never told me.”
I sighed and caressed her face before I swept her up into my arms. “I suppose there is enough blame to share. I could have been more open, although living in New York honestly just slipped my mind.” I walked toward the back set of stairs and headed up to the second floor that I’d converted entirely into the master s
uite.
“Diego?”
“Si, nena?”
“How did you know my last name? Or where to find me? Or that I was pregnant?”
I faltered on the last step for a moment before continuing my path to the large bed across the room.
“We’ll get to that, nena. First, I want to get a few things straight.”
I bent low intending to set her on the bed, but she held on tight with one arm around my neck. Then she pointed at a sitting area in an alcove made of windows. “Maybe we should talk over there.”
Since she was holding on to me, I crawled onto the bed so she ended up on it anyway, except with my body hovering over hers. “I have watched and waited and been dying to be inside you for a fucking month, Ali,” I grunted. “We will talk, I promise, but we’re going to do it while I hold your naked body against mine.”
Allison looked uncertain, but she didn’t protest when I began to unbutton her blouse.
“I’m going to sum things up for you, so there is no confusion. Then you can ask questions, si?”
She nodded and gulped in a big breath when I skimmed the tips of my fingers down her torso before pushing the sides of her top away.
“I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you, Ali.” I met her gaze and admitted, “I didn’t know who you were and fuck, you looked so young. But I was not going to allow anything to stand in the way of having you. We’re getting married tomorrow morning, then we’ll meet movers at your old place to pack up your possessions and bring them to your new home.”
“You love me?” Allison beamed.
I smiled at her focus on only part of what I’d said. I wasn’t sure if she’d heard anything else.
“Of course, I love you, mi cielo.” I urged her to rise up enough for me to finish removing her blouse and unhook her bra. “I knew, without a doubt, that you were meant for me. To be my wife, the mother of my children, my best friend. And as I got to know you, even in that short time, it only became more clear.” A roguish smirk formed on my lips as I cupped her tits. “You sealed your fate when you told me you wanted to be a mother and have a large family. Knocking you up became very high priority.”
Allison giggled and her dimples appeared making me want to lick each one. Then she moaned when I rubbed my thumbs over her pebbled nipples. “They already look bigger,” I murmured. “Are they more sensitive?” I lowered my head and kissed each tip before rubbing my scruff over it for a rougher touch.
“I think so,” she whispered as her back arched, pushing the globes firmly into my hands, asking for more.
I was swiftly approaching the point of no return and decided we’d get to the question and answer portion of our talk once every inch of my big dick was sheathed in her tight, hot pussy. There was just one more thing I needed before I could give in to my hunger for her.
“Allison, look at me, nena.”
Her eyes had closed and at my request, she slowly lifted the lids.
“Tell me that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” Her lack of hesitation spread through me and wrapped my heart in warmth. But I needed more. I needed her heart and soul in return. Especially before she found out the level of my obsession with her and the things I’d done to make sure she was always watched over and protected by me.
“Tell me you love me, amorcito,” I demanded.
Allison’s hands had been fisted in the comforter, but after I made my request, she brought them up and placed a palm on each of my cheeks and locked our eyes. “I love you, Diego. Mi todo. Me perteneces. Corazón y alma.”
My brow shot up to my hair line. I was shocked that she’d spoken in Spanish and overwhelmed with love because she’d called me her everything and told me I owned her heart and soul.
At the same time, all of the blood in my body rushed straight to my cock. Hearing her speak in my native language was hot as fuck. The possessive beast inside me roared to the surface and I growled, “Don’t ever. Ever. Speak to someone else in Spanish, nena.”
Her face fell and I silently cursed a blue streak for saying that so stupidly.
“That was one of the sexiest things I’ve heard in my entire life, Ali. I can’t promise I won’t beat the shit out of anyone else who hears you like that.”
“Oh,” she responded, her eyes glowing with happiness and a slightly naughty smile on her face, making her dimples peek at me.
“What are you up to, nena?
“I learned a few other phrases in Spanish.” She blushed adorably as she leaned up and placed her lips next to my ear. Then she whispered something unbelievably filthy and the next time she was able to make any sound, she was screaming my name as I pounded my cock in and out of her until we climaxed together.
13
Diego
I wasn’t entirely sure how I was still alive after our marathon fucking. After the first time, which had been fast and hard, I made love to her slowly, worshipping every inch of her delectable body. Then she decided she wanted to learn how to suck me off and Ay Carajo! She was a fucking natural. It wouldn’t be long before she would be able to control her gag reflex and take me down her throat.
She’d fallen in an exhausted heap on top of me, and I thought we would finally rest, but my cock had other ideas. Her hot, wet pussy was pressed against it and when she took a deep breath, her body shifted, rubbing all over my dick. I tried to calm myself down, but the next second I’d raised her hips and thrust up as I brought them back down. Allison cried out and sat up so she was straddling me and I was buried to the hilt. “Ride me, nena,” I commanded. She experimented with her movements, circling her hips before rising up and sliding back down on my cream coated dick. As she figured out the position and rhythm, she rode me faster and harder, like a champion bull. I brought my knees up so she could brace her hands on them behind her and it gave me better leverage to slam my cock into her every time she came down on it.
“Fuck, yes! Squeeze that pussy, nena. Fuck!”
Her tits were bouncing with each thrust, and I reached up to caress each heavy globe before I pinched her nipples, causing her to cry out and her inner muscles clenched even tighter around me.
It hadn’t taken long for me to push her over the edge, especially when I pinched and plucked her nipples. I followed right after her.
I was depleted of energy and felt as though my cock was finally empty. Then Allison said something that reminded me of the morning I woke without her the first time, and the need to show her what she’d missed hit me like a freight train. Along with the need to punish her for leaving me. But after spanking her ass until it would bear my handprint for days, all it accomplished was giving her the hardest, longest orgasm yet.
“Diego?” Allison’s soft voice breached the fog surrounding me, and I cuddled her a little closer before responding.
“Si, nena?”
“Are you going to answer my questions now?”
I sighed and kissed her shoulder since I was wrapped around her from behind. “Do they really matter?”
“If you’re asking me if what you say will change my mind, the answer is no. But I’d still like to know.”
“Fire away, mi belleza.”
“How did you find out my real name?”
“I just bought the hotel. I had access to all of your information.”
“But we weren’t registered under Kendall.”
“The room was booked through K-Corp, so I figured you were related to an employee. When I called a friend to ask them for help in searching for you, he already knew who you were. He gave me your real name and address.”
“And the pregnancy and doctor’s appointment?”
For one of the very few times in my life, I felt unsure and nervous about what to do next. She promised nothing would change the way she felt about me. Ultimately, I decided trust was more important than protecting her from the truth about me.
I didn’t give her every detail, but I told her about the tail I’d put on her and some of the hacking, such as h
er calendar, and a few other things. Maybe someday I would share about the other places I’d had access to, and the time I spent alone with her when she wasn’t aware I was there. But throwing it all at her at once seemed like a bad idea.
“Ali, from the moment I saw you on that beach, my world revolved around you. You and our family will always come first. You belong to me, and I will do whatever it takes to protect what’s mine.”
I stopped and waited, and the extended silence brought back my nerves. I felt like a teenager working up the courage to ask a girl to a dance for the first time and then having to wait for her answer.
After a minute—a very long fucking minute—she turned in my arms to look up at me. “Seems like you’ve got a real thing for me.”
I stared at her for a beat, then burst into laughter while hugging her tight. “You could put it that way,” I agreed when my guffaws had died down. I looked into her beautiful face and gave her the absolute truth. “I can’t promise to always be rational when it comes to you or our children. I can be a controlling, obsessive, protective asshole sometimes. But no one could ever love you more than I do because this—what we have—it’s amor verdadero. True love.”
Epilogue
Diego
“You’ve brought mi chiquita to see me!” My mother gushed as she scooped Elena out of Allison’s arms and took off in the direction of the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes and dropped our daughter’s diaper bag on the sofa. “What were you saying about not wanting to impose?” I teased Allison.
She was facing the other direction, so I couldn’t see her face, but I heard a tiny sniff. “Ali?” I hurried to her side and turned her around to see her eyes brimming with moisture. Pulling her into my chest, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “Nena, what’s wrong?”
“It’s stupid,” she whispered, followed by another sniff. “I’m just overly emotional right now.”
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