Corrupt

by Elena M. Reyes

  “Please.” It’s all I can manage as he presses me further into the mattress, length flexing against my core. Two thin layers of clothing separate us, and I despise each. “I need—”

  “I know,” he says, voice pained as he pulls back, and I immediately miss his warmth. My lips part, the whine sitting on the tip of my tongue, but they die when I feel his nose skimming my upper thighs. From the left to the right, each leg is given the same treatment. A lick. A nip. A kiss.

  I’m shaking and gasping. I’m sensitive and unable to make a single coherent sound as his mouth travels higher, just to the juncture of my thighs, and he exhales. My core clenches and I lift my hips in offering, and it feels natural to do so. An instinct I don’t question.

  No shyness.

  No doubt.

  I let him see my yearning, and his harsh breathing against me is all the reward I need.

  I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

  It’s painful. Driving me crazy.

  “Alejandro, I can’t—”

  “Mine.” One word, and the accompanying action steals the very air from my lungs. One lick, the flat of his tongue running over the lace covering my pussy, and I seize. For a second or ten, I can’t breathe as pleasure rocks me from the very tip of my toes to the last strand of hair on my head.

  I’m coming for him, and the man has barely touched me. Wave after wave is crashing over me as he curses, but I’m too gone to understand the words.

  Languid and satiated, I find myself sleepy. So gone that I don’t open my eyes when he lowers my zipper and manages to pull off my dress. Not a single peep when my shoes and panties follow, and without my wearing a bra tonight, I find myself naked and snuggled against a bare chest.

  When he undressed, I have no clue, and I’m too comfortable to care.

  The last thing I remember is his warm chuckle against my neck as I drift off.

  The room is pitch black when my eyes open again. The curtains are closed and for a minute, I’m disoriented. This isn’t my room or bed, and the body next to mine is unfamiliar until the last twenty-four hours come rushing back to the forefront.

  The party.

  My mother’s confession.

  Signio.

  Being swept away…

  The body moves and his warm arm wraps around my stomach, tucking me against his side and making me aware that I’m now wearing some kind of shirt. His scent is undeniable and body warm; I never want to leave this moment. The feel of him against me is heaven, and God knows how many nights I’ve dreamt of this.

  Pretending that we were together while ignoring a reality that hurts.

  This is real. You’re here.

  I’m in Alejandro’s bed.

  Heat blooms across my cheeks, and I smile. Inside the darkness of these four walls, no one will witness my girlish moment. And had I been alone, there’s no doubt I might’ve squealed and hugged my pillow. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted—to choose for myself—and while I know it’s not a promise of forever, I want to grab the moment and not think.

  It’s why I move slowly and disentangle myself from him, slipping further down the bed until my face is over his stomach and I count each indentation with a finger, caressing each slowly as I descend toward his happy trail. There’s six in total, and the large tattoo of a hydra is something I didn’t notice last night.

  You fell asleep before the man could remove his clothes.

  It’s his fault, though. The orgasm Alejandro pulled from my body with a single lick over my lace-covered slickness left me weak. Satiated and happy. One minute I’m falling over the edge headfirst into nirvana, and then, I don’t remember much after.

  There were murmured words I couldn’t make out.

  There were gentle touches that pulled me further into sleep.

  It was perfect, but…

  “I want more. So much more.”

  18

  “I WANT MORE. So much more.”

  Little does my girl know that I’ve been awake the last two hours watching her rest. Counting each breath and sigh, taking note of the way she wiggles her right leg to rock herself into a deeper slumber. It’s an adorable habit. But then again, I’m completely fucked over for this slip of a girl.

  There’s no denying the attraction, but I’m not dumb nor do I ignore that things between us run much deeper than lust. There’s something about her that gets under my skin and burrows deep. She calls to me. Her mere presence moves the ground I stand on.

  Slipping from my loose hold, Solimar moves lower until her breath fans across my abdomen.

  She’s mumbling to herself as her slim finger trails over each ab. There’s the mention of numbers and a whimper as she slips just a little lower, pushing the strewn-about bed sheet down toward my feet.

  I’m hard for her—throbbing—as beads of pre-come pool at the slit of my engorged head and disappear into the pajama bottoms I slipped into late last night. It’s been this way each time she moves or squirms or simply breathes.

  I’ve been biding my time while the faint taste of her wetness still lingers on my lips. I’ve counted each crescent moon shape left behind by Signio’s hold on her earlier this evening, and for each one of the seven, he’ll bear his own marks before the weekend is through. I vowed this to her while she burrowed deeper and her hand reached out for mine subconsciously while she slept.

  It’s also why I’m not flipping her around and sinking balls deep yet.

  I love her. It’s an emotion that with her, I welcome.

  Three words that up until now I’ve only said to my family on rare occasions, but with her…

  Christ, she’s in deep. They come naturally and bring no doubt or fear, and I want her here in my home—sharing my life. Something I’ll make a permanent situation after my trip to Guatemala in a few days.

  It’s a visit years in the making and the start of the end.

  Their death is our beginning.

  I love her.

  This is her decision, and I’ll give her what she needs. My time. My attention. My love. Solimar wants me to fuck her and I will, but only after she cries out for me. I want her to give herself completely and admit that I own her.

  Freely. Openly.

  Because once I claim her innocence, there is no going back.

  “I’m in trouble,” she breathes out, her hot little gasp seeping through the thin cotton stretched across my thick girth. “It’s going to hurt.”

  Christ, she’s perfect.

  An untouched treasure.

  I want to assuage her fears and deliver the pleasure she seeks, but instead, I lie still and pretend to sleep. Not that she’s paying attention to the man biting his lips as she explores without interruption. She can’t see me looking down nor has she taken notice of the pillow below my head, propping me up just enough to have the perfect view.

  The moon’s soft glow illuminates the room, but only catches the bottom of my bed. It’s enough for me to see her, and at the same time not be seen.

  Those same fingers glide over the waistband and lower, pressing against my hardness. My cock flexes and she lets out the smallest little moan, lips getting closer.

  They part and her tongue peeks out, sliding across her bottom lip as I give another jerk for her benefit. She’s so lost to the sight that my movements haven’t brought her eyes up to mine. No. Instead, Solimar pulls the waistband back, farther and farther, and then down until my cock is exposed and straining toward her mouth.

  Closer, and I feel the featherlight touch of her fingers as she traces the underside and then fists my hard flesh. Her touch is firm but not tight enough, and I fight back the need to ask for more. I’m enjoying her like this more than I ever thought possible. The inexperience—how overtaken Sol is by the proof of my hunger for her is sexy.

  Delicious.

  Two pumps and I grit my teeth, holding still when all I want to do is demand she open wide and hold her tongue out for me. A twist of her wrist, and I notice the change in her breathing
and the small gyration of her hips.

  “Just a little taste,” she whispers before licking the slit and humming low in the back of her throat. The sight of her pouty lips just over my cock is a thing of beauty, but the feeling of her warm, little pink tongue on my flesh is nirvana. Pleasure rocks me and my abs contract, heart beating fast as I replay the vision again.

  Her hot mouth. Her body trembling. Just a little taste.

  Fuck, I want her. Today and tomorrow.

  There’s no getting away from me now.

  Before my little flower realizes I’m awake, I lift her and flip our positions. I’m hovering, lips on hers in a bruising kiss while she writhes, clawing at my back to pull me closer. Her legs part, cradling my hips. Her back arches, pushing her chest against mine as my hands begin to explore.

  She’s sinuous curves and a beautiful smile.

  She’s heavy-lidded eyes and trembling thighs.

  “Such a naughty little thing to do.” I nip her top lip and then the bottom, leaving a trail of tiny bites until I reach her neck and suck the skin between my teeth. “Teasing a man like me is a dangerous thing to do, Solimar, but you knew that…didn’t you?”

  “Yes.” It’s a hiss followed by a low keening sound when my teeth dig in deeper. “I was hoping you’d wake up.”

  “Is that so?” Releasing her, I sit back and grip the bottom of my shirt she’s wearing. My brow arched. “Why?”

  “Because I want you, Alejandro.”

  Those five words make me shiver. “Say it again.”

  Solimar sits up, her hands reach up and cradle my face. “I want you, Mr. Lucas. Let me choose you.”

  “Christ, I…you’re perfect.” Turning my face, I kiss her right palm “But we do this my way. Understood?”

  “Yes.”

  “When I say.”

  “I want to be yours.” Silly girl.

  Pushing Sol to lie back, I lower my body and rub her nose with mine. “You already are.” One tug, and the cotton T-shirt covering her body tears down the middle exposing her abdomen—her heaving chest, and the way the muscles contract beneath my heated stare.

  “Please, Alejandro. I need—”

  “Me.” My mouth descends on Solimar’s for a quick, hard kiss before lowering to her throat. She’s sweet there, and I can’t get enough. The soft scent of her perfume lingers in the background while her decadent essence teases me. It’s unique and mouthwatering and I flex my hips against her heated core, rubbing my exposed cock against her bare lips.

  “Alejandro,” she moans, clinging to my forearms—nails breaking the skin—as her back arches and I take the opportunity to pull the tattered remnants of my shirt off and toss it. It falls somewhere near the bottom of my bed as I roll my hips again and her eyes close.

  “Look at me,” I grit out, pausing with my hardness over her wet slit as my pants join the ruined shirt somewhere behind me. At once they open, heavy-lidded, and full of passion. The way she watches me beneath those long lashes pulls a few beads of pre-come from my tip and down over her engorged clit. “Never take those beautiful eyes off me.”

  “I can’t.”

  Grabbing the base of my dick, I slap the tip where she’s the most sensitive. “You can.”

  Solimar sucks in a breath, teeth biting down hard on her lower lip as a light sheen of sweat spreads across her chest. Goose bumps rise and her limbs shake as her tender flesh throbs beneath my touch.

  I’ve barely touched her, and she’s panting.

  I’ve barely touched her, and she’s soaking my sheets.

  “My body…it’s…oh, God!” She’s slick, taking her pleasure from me as I slide through her labia and over the trembling bundle of nerves. Seeing her lost in pleasure is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Watching her follow her natural instinct is almost enough to make me come.

  Almost.

  “Motherfuck,” I hiss out through clenched teeth as I grab her upper thighs and pull them further apart. This brings her tighter against me; my cock is just a quick flex from slipping inside that tight little pussy.

  I don’t, though. Not yet.

  Not until she learns my land and accepts my offer. Until then, I want her crazed and wanton.

  Near desperate.

  Bringing my hands to the swell of her hips, I thrust harder—sliding through her wet folds and across her trembling clit. My fingers dig in. My hips pump faster as she bathes me in her juices and I leak across her slit, rubbing it in as she trembles in my hold.

  Solimar’s lips parts and sweet little pants escape; I can almost taste her pleasure. “I’m so close, Alejandro.”

  “You want to come, Preciosa?” I flex against her heat, a harsh shiver rushing down my spine as another rush of wetness coats my length. “How badly do you need it?”

  “Please.” It’s a whine of frustration when I pin her down with one hand, keeping her immobile.

  “Please what?” My eyes sweep her delicate frame, from the splayed strands decorating my pillow to the curling of her toes. From the heaving of her chest to the obscene sight of her little pussy—all pink and soft—beneath my cock. Her juices and mine mix. Her low moans mixing with my grunts. “Tell me what you need.”

  “You.” One word. Three letters. And they motherfucking flip my world on its axis as I grip my dick and run the head over her opening. I pause there, just feeling how her tiny hole flexes in search of me as the truth behind her confession makes me shiver.

  My chest expands and I close my eyes, breathing in deeply as pleasure rocks me. There’s a tightness in my abdomen and my balls feel heavy; I grip myself tighter. My hips punch forward just a little bit.

  “Say it again.” I need to hear it again. One more time.

  “I need you, Alejandro.” Soft grey eyes watch me from beneath long lashes, her lips still swollen from our earlier kiss. She’s never looked more exquisite.

  My thrust is shallow, a soft punch forward, and the head slips inside. Fuck, she’s tight. Almost painfully so.

  It’s heaven and hell and I pull out, only to enter again. And again. Solimar’s mouth drops open and her back arches, thighs trembling on either side of my waist.

  She’s close. So close.

  With every shallow thrust, I softly touch her hymen but don’t break it. Not yet. Her innocence is something I want to explore and soon, but I want her free and wild and with no barriers that impose the bullshit notions that have tied her down for far too long.

  Tomorrow.

  “Come for me, Preciosa. Give it to me.” Pulling out, I tap her clit twice with my head and slip inside just deep enough to kiss her innocence with the few beads of pre-come beading. “I need to see you come.”

  Pouty lips open and her eyes roll back as the first wave of pleasure slams into her. There are no screams or curses, but I feel every shake beneath me and the pulsing wetness that covers me down to my thighs. Her pleasure is beautiful. Her body is mine.

  And it’s that thought that brings me to my peak as I pull out and with a tight grip, fuck my hand. Two pumps and I groan, watching as a thick rope of come lands across her clit. Another stroke and the next covers her pink lips on the left and I make sure the rest of my seed covers the neglected right.

  It’s a gorgeous sight.

  She’s wearing me. Smells of me.

  Came for me.

  “You look very proud of yourself.” Solimar’s voice pulls me from her perfect core, and I raise a brow as our eyes meet. Her words are a bit sassy and playful, but the blush spreading across her cheeks and down her chest is bashful. “You broke me and I’m still a virgin.”

  Christ, this girl.

  “Soon, Miss Quintero.” Not giving a single fuck about the mess on her body, I lower mine across hers. Cover her from head to toe and nip her bottom lip. “I’m just getting started with you.”

  Leaving her to take a shower in my room after a few chaste kisses, I take one myself in the guest bath downstairs and head for the kitchen to start breakfast. There’s no one w
orking in the house this morning, per my request, and I have plans to show Solimar the grounds before Carlos picks her up late tomorrow afternoon.

  I’m not hiding anything from her. I want her to know exactly what kind of man she chose.

  Because there is no going back for us.

  Fate is a cruel mistress. She placed me in the path of this innocent woman, knowing I’d become obsessed with her. That I’d kill to consume her. To own her heart.

  And if I were a better man, I’d feel bad about it. But I’m not, and I don’t.

  Knowing from the staff inside of the presidential home that my little flower loves coffee, I start there. The beans have been roasted but not ground, as I prefer to have that done freshly each morning. I still have the special machine my mother used at home from our days on the coffee plantation and I walk over, grabbing the container with the specialty blend.

  It’s cultivated on a farm I own that’s run by a friend of mine. I don’t sell the product to anyone. It’s for private consumption, and I have it delivered once a week to four of my six properties around the country.

  The machine turns on, churning as I add enough for a few cups throughout the day if need be. With that going, I turn my attention to something simple for breakfast. Cooking is something my mother loved to do and instilled in all her children, making sure that no matter where we’d go in life, we wouldn’t starve.

  Moreover, while I have staff in all my properties, I still cook a good amount of my meals.

  Walking to the fridge, I take out what I need and set it on the counter. I’m keeping it simple today, something Solimar likes: scrambled eggs with tomato and onions accompanied by an arepa with fresh cheese. That sweet girl can appreciate a fancy meal but yearns for comfort and ease.

  I saw it in the way she enjoyed our lunch date.

  I saw it last night when Geronimo offered her a quick bite only available to her during the gala.

  Something so simple brought a smile to her face that lit up the entire room. Doing that for her made me feel ten feet tall.

  The soft padding of feet meets my ears as she descends the stairs. “Alejandro?”