Page 121 of King Alejandro

Kiara

We had been talking for the last twenty minutes. He had explained everything about Liam to me, and I felt stupid for even assuming that it wasn’t him.

However, the most distracting thing was that he was sitting on the bed with the towel loosely draped over his manhood. It was so distracting, and I was doing my best not to stare. He was a work of art, one covered with so many tattoos that I wanted to trace my finger over every single one. How low did they go?

My cheeks flushed, and I didn’t miss the smirk on his face, almost as if he knew what I was thinking. He raised one leg slightly, resting his arm on it, making my attention instantly go to his muscular thigh.Goddess, this man was made to sin…

I scanned the room instead, brushing my fingers through my hair, feeling a little jittery.

“Any more questions, Amore Mio?” He asked. I looked into his dark eyes and shook my head before staring at his chest, where I realised my name was tattooed on his left breast.

“When did you get that?” I asked, staring at the words,

My Nympho Queen Kiara, ruler of my heart, body and soul.

“When Dante was just a pup. I got his name on my wrist and the girls’ names on the other.”

He held his arms out, and I leaned forward, taking a look. Indeed, on one wrist, it readDantealongside numerous other tattoos, and on the other arm, he had both girls, with Skyla’s name just above Kataleya’s. He had been nothing but truthful, and I believed him. I nodded, reaching over and tracing my finger over my name onhis chest, trying to ignore the incredible sparks that rushed through me at our touch.

“What worries me is the strong doubt that fills me so quickly that all logic seems to fly out the window,” I mused, glancing up at his glowing red eyes staring back at me.

“Then next time when that shit happens, mind-link me straight up,” he said, stretching his muscled arm and running his fingers through his hair. My gaze fell to the towel. Goddess… “So... how about you give in to your temptation and remove this fucking towel? We both know you want to.”

My eyes widened, and if I wasn’t red before, my face was absolutely heated up now. I tossed my hair, swallowing hard.

“I do not,” I lied.

“I don’t need your fucking ability to know you’re lying. So, how about you come here, and I’ll give you a taster of exactly how we fucked?”

He didn’t wait for a reply. Reaching over, he grabbed me by my elbows and yanked me into his lap. I gasped, feeling his hard cock beneath the towel press against my pussy.

“Aren’t you getting a little ahead?” I asked, although my entire body and my mind were saying to just kiss him.

“Who the fuck cares?” He murmured, his hand threading into my hair and yanking me close. His other arm snaked around my waist, his face inches from mine, making my heart thump wildly. Did I care?

I looked into that handsome face. No one looked as sexy as the man before me. To hell with the consequences.

“Not me,” I whispered, locking my arms around his neck. We both leaned in, and our lips met in a sizzling kiss that made my core throb with intense pleasure.

Fuck, I should have kissed him the moment I woke up and saw him. This felt so... there were no words to describe the intense pleasure that consumed me. I whimpered, my entire body aching for more. His kiss was rough, passionate, and fuelled with hunger, dominating me entirely. I kissed him back with equal passion and desire, not holding back the moan that left my lips and arched my back as I pressed myself against his chest, twisting one hand into his hair.

Fuck, Alejandro,I whimpered through the link as his tongue plunged into my mouth.

It felt… natural. Our bodies moved together as one. He let go of my hair and my stomach knotted as he began to undo the belt on my gown. I knew we had been together… but this…

I gasped for air, trying to avoid the hammering in my chest when he yanked me close and kissed me in the crook of my neck. My eyes flew open, and I felt a flare of heat rush through me. He ripped the gown off me, his fingers digging into my back as he ran them up and down my back, leaving sparks of pleasure in his wake.

Suddenly the urge to pull away ripped through me, but instead, I dug my nails into Alejandro’s shoulders, breathing hard. What was going on?

Don’t trust him.

I gasped, ripping away from him as if I had been burnt.

“Amore Mio…”

“The voice,” I whispered, my heart thundering as I stared at him. His eyes narrowed, and I could feel his anger.

“It’s trying to keep us apart…” His anger was palpable, and I could feel it through the bond, too. He wasn’t wrong. My instincts were telling me one thing, and that voice was telling me another…