The Queens: Scarred Queen, Alejandro's Prey
Chapter 34

Despite the rocky start to their relationship, Casey grew progressively closer to her new doctor, Miguel Garrido, over the following days. She learned far more about neurology and her condition in just a few conversations than she had in almost a decade of unbearable headaches. At first Reyes had hovered over their meetings, relentlessly watching over Casey, pacing and demanding more answers than Dr. Garrido could give.

Finally, Casey turned to her lover with irritation while they were eating breakfast and snapped, "You need to leave us alone, Reyes. He can't work when he's under constant threat of death and I'm sick of your never-ending mothering."

The look Reyes settled on her promised retribution for her emasculating comment, though his dark eyes caressed her features with amusement and he raised a thick eyebrow. He bent over her chair from behind as she chewed on a piece of melon and bit her ear. He held her still with a hand on her neck when she tried to flinch away from his teeth and whispered in her ear, "Can I trust you alone with this man, cari?o?"

Shivers ran all down her spine at the way he licked the tiny bite mark he'd inflicted. She kept her eyes on her plate, her cheeks heating from the knowledge that they had an audience. She gave her head a tiny nod 'yes' and played with her fork wondering what he would do if she stabbed him with it; just a little. Well, she knew what he would do. Retribution as foreplay before fucking her as punishment. A better question was, how fast could she run?

Reyes lifted his eyes from Casey to the doctor, giving him one of those dead stares that made the recipients desperately wish they'd never heard his name or agreed to whatever ultimately landed them in his presence. No amount of money was worth earning that glare. "But can I trust him alone with you, nena?" he growled in her ear, his eyes unwavering from his prey.

"O-of course you can," Dr. Garrido hastily assured him, spilling a little of his coffee as he put his cup down hard on the table. "I have no designs on your wife!"

Reyes' nostrils flared and his body hardened against Casey's back. He removed his gun from the holster at his side and placed it on the table with his hand casually over the top. She rolled her eyes, careful to keep them averted from his sharp gaze and picked up her own cup of coffee to take a sip as Reyes snarled, "Didn't ask you the question, now did I?"

The doctor opened his mouth to respond, then closed it, his eyes glued to the gun. Then thought about it and opened his mouth again, clearly very unsure of what to do. Once again, as he frequently was in Reyes presence, Miguel was utterly terrified that he was about to be executed. Casey sighed and reached over her head to pet Reyes on the shoulder in an attempt to sooth her beast once more. She turned her face to his and gave him a sunny smile.

"We'll be fine, darling," she murmured, rubbing her lips whisper soft against his unshaven cheek.

She felt the instant easing in his muscles and marveled once more at how quickly this hard, intense man had fallen under her spell. God, he knew how to make a woman feel special, as though she were the only person that existed in his world. He absolutely adored it when she touched him, stroked him, smiled at him and called him endearments. At one time in her life she would have shrugged off such things as manipulations. But over her weeks spent with this man she was seeing these things as just... feeling good. Necessary to existing.

When Reyes didn't move to put his gun away she turned in her seat, took his jaw in both of her hands and turned his face to hers. He allowed her presumption. She leaned

in and pressed her lips against his, darting her tongue against the seam until he allowed her entrance. She gave him a quick heated kiss, drawing his attention away from the doctor, allowing the other man a hasty escape from the room. Which, of course, a man with multiple medical degrees was smart enough to take advantage of. By the time Reyes looked up, he realized he'd been duped by his sexy but conniving woman. He grunted, took her blond braid in his fist, jerked her head back, careful not to strain her neck, and gave her a long, stinging kiss as punishment until she was moaning and begging for release. She touched her swollen lips with trembling fingers, her breath coming out in short, panting bursts while he looked down at her with dark satisfaction. When he finally allowed her up, she clutched the edge of the table for support and glared at him, "You're such a barbarian!"

"Finish your breakfast," he told her as he picked up his gun and turned to leave. "You may have Dr. Garrido and you may have your privacy to speak with the man. Keep to the mansion and the immediate grounds around the house."

She nodded and smiled, her fingers still lingering on her lips. Now that the pain was receding, pleasure was beginning to blossom. She licked the taste of him from her skin, enjoying the way his velvet eyes darkened as he followed the movement. "Thank you, Reyes," she purred huskily.

He froze in the process of moving away from her. Then he groaned and lunged for her, tearing her out of her chair by an arm and slamming her ass back against the table. "Then thank me," he growled, his lips hovering over hers.

Her eyes lit with excitement. The enduring embers that constantly simmered within her flamed instantly to life flooding her pussy with slick heat. She moaned against his mouth and bared her teeth at him, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, calling to the savage, begging him to come out and play with her. She knew what she was doing, knew it wouldn't take long to snap his control. In fact, she'd spent the past weeks learning him. Learning exactly what it would take to force her dark, exquisite lover. Right. Over. The. Edge.

He tore his face to one side, away from her nipping teeth, gripped her by the throat and pushed her down on the table. "You want to play, nena?" he growled down at her, his eyes glowing molten fire at her.

She licked her lips and nodded, peeking up at him from beneath her lashes. Slowly she spread her legs against the edge of the table, wiggling them past his thighs until she could inch her knees up his hips and grip his waist. Her skirt fell back, revealing a tiny thong. She knew what he saw when his eyes moved from her face to her pussy. She was very wet for him and her panties would be soaked through. She moaned and reached a hand down her body, drifting first between her breasts, fuller now from his care and attention, over her belly and across her hip.

She touched the pads of her fingertips lightly against her panties. His own hand tightened on her throat, his fingers biting into her skin. She choked a little, though she doubted he even knew he was gripping her so tight, he was so focused on what she was doing to herself. She didn't care. She loved the things he did to her body; the way he ruthlessly brought her alive before sending her tumbling into the dark abyss of searing surrender. She slid her forefinger along the edge of her thong and then dipped it inside the sticky fabric. She smiled slightly when he frowned because the cotton crotch of her panties obscured his view.

Casey slid her finger further along the folds of her slit until she reached the entrance of her dripping vagina. Her eyes rolled back at the look of utter, ferocious worship on his face as he watched every, minute movement she made with barely leashed restraint. He was so beautiful, so perfect. His face, so savage, each scar taut as he strained with the effort it took to wait and see what she would do next.

She maneuvered another finger inside the thong, careful not to disturb the fabric, rather enjoying the control she had over him. She liked to tease her dark captor until he finally broke. She slid her fingers up and down her labia, rubbing the pads in circles along her clit whenever she reached the top, sparking waves of heat and pleasure through her quivering body. His burning eyes only made the sensation more intense as her orgasm built.

Just as Casey was about to tumble over the abyss and into the glorious arms of her orgasm, Reyes gripped her wrist and slammed her hand against the table. Her eyes flew open and she uttered a gasp of dismay. He stared down at her with a combination of fierce hunger and, now unrestrained, furious lust.