Fierce Queen (L.A. Ruthless Series Book 2)
Fierce Queen: Chapter 11

It was late by the time Alejandro finally arrived home that night. I wandered down the hallway so I was standing waiting for him as he walked through the door. I was still feeling anxious about my visit to the doctor’s office earlier. What if there was something wrong with me? Would he still want me if I couldn’t give him a child?

‘Hola, princesa,’ he said with a smile as he looked up and saw me standing there. He walked towards me and pulled me into his arms. ‘Did you miss me?’ he growled before sealing my mouth with a kiss.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and melted into him. ‘I always miss you,’ I replied when he let me up for air.

‘Something wrong?’ he frowned at me.

I shrugged. ‘Maybe? I don’t know.’

He took hold of my hand. ‘Let’s get a drink and you can tell me about it,’ he said and we walked down the hallway to his office.

Alejandro poured us a small glass of Scotch each and I sat opposite him. I noticed how tired he looked. He had been working so hard, and had been having trouble sleeping lately, and I felt guilty for bothering him with my problems when he obviously had much more important things on his mind.

‘So, tell me, what’s on your mind, princess?’

‘It’s not important. It can wait. You look tired. Let’s finish these and go to bed?’ I suggested instead.

He arched his eyebrows as he stared at me with a look of concern. ‘I’m not tired. I’m just busy. And I will most definitely be taking you to bed when we’ve finished our Scotch. But, first I want to know what’s on your mind. Nothing about my work is more important that you. So, talk to me, princess.’

I took a sip of the Scotch and then I told him all about my visit to Dr. Kelly earlier and how worried I was that there might be something wrong with me.

He listened intently, sipping his whisky as he did.

When I’d finished talking, I sat there, fidgeting with the hem of my dress as I waited for him to respond.

‘Come here,’ he said, his voice low rumble.

I walked around the desk to him and he pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my neck. ‘There is nothing wrong with you, princesa. Doctors like to run tests. They’re always looking for problems. That’s their thing.’

‘I know, but what if …’

‘Then we’ll deal with it. Whatever comes our way. Anyway, it took my mom two years to get pregnant with me,’ he brushed the hair back from my face and cupped my chin with his hand.

‘Really?’

‘Really. So, I’m sure we have nothing to worry about. Besides,’ he growled as he moved his hand from my face and slid it between my thighs. ‘What’s the rush, when we’re having so much fun trying?’

I gasped as his hand reached higher and his fingers brushed over my panties. My legs parted for him of their own accord and he laughed softly as he pulled the lace fabric to one side.

Sliding through my folds, he hissed as he reached my hot opening. ‘So. Fucking. Wet.’ Then he pressed his lips against mine, pushing his tongue and his fingers inside me at the same time and causing me to shudder as jolts of pleasure coursed through me.

He tasted of whisky and fire. I ran my fingers through his thick dark hair as he devoured me with his tongue. ‘Alex,’ I groaned into his mouth.

He pressed his fingers in deeper, curling them until he hit that perfect spot inside me and I felt the rush of wet heat.

‘Fuck! Alana!’ he growled as my cream coated his fingers, He pressed further inside until my walls were squeezing around him, pulling him in further. ‘I need you to come so I can fuck you on my desk, princess,’ he groaned as he brushed my clit with his thumb, circling the nub of flesh with the perfect amount of pressure.

‘Alex,’ I shouted as my climax burst through me.

He kissed and rubbed me through it, and as soon as my legs had stopped trembling, he stood, lifting me from his lap and bending me over his desk in one fluid movement. I lay there and listened to the familiar sound of his belt and zipper opening. He placed one of his strong hands between my shoulder blades, pressing me against the mahogany while he pulled my dress up to my waist with the other. I lay there, breathless with anticipation as he pulled my panties down to my knees.

‘You ready to be fucked, princess?’

‘Yes,’ I breathed.

‘Yes what?’ he teased as he pressed the tip against my opening.

‘Yes, please,’ I begged.

‘Buena chica,’ he growled as he slammed into me.

He leaned over me. ‘You have no idea how much I love fucking you,’ he growled in my ear and then he slipped into Spanish as he lost himself in me, nailing me to his desk until I forgot all of my worries and anxieties about my trip to the doctor earlier.