Fierce King: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (L.A. Ruthless Series Book 1)

By the time the car pulled up outside the house, Alana was completely wasted. She was still sitting on my lap and she ran a hand down my chest, dangerously close to my groin. ‘Did you get me drunk to take advantage of me?’ she giggled.

‘I think you got yourself drunk, princess,’ I said as I set her down gently on the floor of the limousine so I could open the door. I stepped out of the car and held out my hand to her.

‘I don’t think I can stand up,’ she slurred.

‘Ostia! I told you to be careful with that stuff,’ I said with a sigh as I leaned down and scooped her up, pulling her out of the vehicle.

‘You don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re not my father!’ she pouted.

‘No, I’m not,’ I frowned at her. If I was, I would never have handed her over to a monster like me.

I walked her through the house and placed her down on the bed. Her dress had ridden up to the top of her thighs and I was given a glimpse of her black lace panties. My cock stood to attention and I cursed the fact that she was so drunk.

I wanted to fuck her more than I’d ever wanted to fuck anyone in my life. I’d been abstinent now for six long weeks and I was desperate for some relief. I thought about how easy it would be to bury myself inside her sweet pussy. Maybe, once I did, I’d be able to get her out of my system?

She looked up at me and bit on her lower lip and I thought my cock might bust the zipper of my trousers if it got any harder.

‘You’re not going to the hotel tonight, are you?’ she said and I saw tears in her eyes.

I should have gone to the hotel. I should have gone out and fucked someone senseless. ‘No, of course not,’ I told her.

I walked over to her and placed my hand on her forehead. She was warm but not too hot. ‘Sit up,’ I ordered and she did as she was told.

I reached down and took hold of the bottom of her dress. She shuffled her ass so I could lift it up and then I pulled it over her head until she was sitting there in only those tiny little panties.

‘I knew you wanted me,’ she slurred.

I took one of my t-shirts from the dresser and handed it to her. She looked up at me with huge brown eyes and lifted her arms above her head instead of taking the t-shirt from me. I pulled it over her head with a roll of my eyes.

Consentida! She really was a spoiled princess.

Then she leaned back against the pillows and closed her eyes while I undressed.

Once I was naked, I slipped under the covers and she rolled to face me, nestling herself against my body. I bit my lip in frustration. This woman was going to fucking kill me!

‘Are you going to fuck me, Alejandro?’ she half purred, half slurred.

‘No. Pero quiero comerte el coño,’ I groaned.

Shit! I assumed she didn’t speak Spanish, and I certainly fucking hoped that was true, because I had just told her that I wanted to eat her pussy.

‘What does that mean?’ she asked with a yawn.

‘Nothing. Go to sleep.’

She pressed her groin against mine and my stiff cock twitched against her. ‘Seems like you want to fuck me,’ she giggled.

I smacked her ass lightly. ‘Go to sleep.’

‘I am your wife. And I think you should take care of me,’ she breathed.

I cupped her chin with my hand. ‘You’re playing a very dangerous game, Alana. Rest assured, that one day I am going to fuck you, princess. But, when I do, I want you to be in full control of your senses. Because I’m going to ruin you for any other man, and when I’m done with you, you’re going to beg me for more.’

I felt her whole body shiver as she pressed herself closer to me.

‘You’re an asshole,’ she snapped, and then a few seconds later, she was snoring softly.

I wrapped my arm tighter around her as I thought about the man who had pulled a gun on her earlier. I’d already had confirmation that my men had taken him to a safe place.

I should have been there now, interrogating him, but he would have to wait until morning. How could I possibly have left her when she was incapable of looking after herself?

While Alana liked to think that her father was some white knight, the truth was he was as much of a monster as I was, but at least I didn’t pretend to be otherwise. He’d made plenty of enemies over the years and I wouldn’t put it past him to have thrown his daughter to the lions to save his own skin. After all, he’d already done it once when he’d handed her over to me.

I looked down at her as she slept and wondered how on earth she had ended up here with me. I almost felt like releasing her from our contract and letting her go.

Almost.

Because the more I got to know her, the more I wanted to keep Alana for myself.

Not just for a couple of years.

Not just until she gave me my heir.

But forever.

Because, I was exactly the type of monster who would do that.