The Queens: Scarred Queen, Alejandro's Prey
Chapter 72

Alejandro flung her into another room. She'd been marched through the sterile halls of

the prison building in such a hurry that she couldn't tell at all where she was until she got a good look around. His office. There was a large desk, impeccably tidy with an ashtray for his cigars. She smiled fondly, tilting her head so her hair covered her expression. He didn't need to see the peace on her face while he was in such a towering rage.

Actually, worry was probably a more accurate emotion to describe her love. Only he didn't know how to do worry, so anger was the next best thing, as evidenced by his next words and actions. First, he used his hand to wipe her all around her mouth, though she knew there was nothing there. Then he gripped her arms in a hard hold and snarled, "The poison, Gina. What kind?"

"Cyanide," she told him right away and cringed when he slammed his fist into the desk next to her hip. She placed a shaking hand against his chest and said quietly, "I'll be fine. He didn't get any in my mouth."

Alejandro clenched his hand in her hair and tilted her head back. His eyes were wild and his teeth were gritted when he spoke. "You made a mistake, baby. Coming into my place of work and breaking the rules, killing my prisoner right in front of me. You fucked up, you put yourself at risk."

"But I'm fine, Alejandro," she told him, reaching up to cup his face.

"You aren't fine!" he snarled flinging her around to face away from him, still gripping her hair. She cried out and clutched the edge of his desk. "He put hands on you. That filth put his fucking mouth on you. On my wife. If he weren't dead, I would disembowel him and string him up by his intestines to die slow and painful for such an infraction. No one touches mi mujer. You understand?"

He sounded half-crazed. She nodded as much as she could. "Yes, Alejandro, I understand! No one touches me!"

He slid one hand around her throat and shoved her skirt up with his other hand. "I control everything around here. Life, death... everything, Gina. If you had died..."

He tore her panties away and urged her legs apart, barely making enough room for himself as he unbuckled the front of his own pants. She cried out again and clutched at him when he lifted her with a thick arm around her waist.

"Alejandro, I'm sorry!" she whimpered, flinging her head back.

He fisted her hair, arching her throat back just as he thrust into her from behind. The act was frantic, violent, unexpected, yet intensely erotic. Gina gasped at the invasion and reached back to grip him, holding tight while he did the same, his own grip bruising where his fingers bit into her flesh. He jerked her head to the side and dropped his whiskered jaw against her throat, biting her, marking her as he drove into her.

"Not even death will steal you from me," he growled, pinning her against the side of the desk and fucking her hard.

Gina could do nothing but take it, her hips slamming mercilessly into the hard, unyielding surface. She felt bruised and battered as he rammed into her, grunting, his hold around her ribs and throat so tight she could barely breath. She began to feel light-headed from lack of oxygen, her own hold on him growing limp.

Then he released her so abruptly, pulling out and backing away so abruptly that her knees buckled and she would have collapsed if he hadn't caught her. He shoved the few things on his desk to the side, the ashtray hit the floor and shattered. Gina's head was swimming as he spun her around, lifted her and set her on the desk. He shoved her back, pinning her to the desk with a hand between her breasts.

"Alejandro?" she asked weakly, then felt her skirt being shoved back up her hips. She shrieked at the first touch of his warm lips and tongue on her bruised pussy and arched into the sensation. The dual onslaught of first rough, then sweet drove her right over the edge and she came with a scream, her fingers gripping the edge of his desk.

"Ah, my baby likes that," he growled against her, but didn't ease his attack. Instead he thrust two fingers inside and curled them, drawing her orgasm higher. Her legs shook, and she arched back on the desk shouting while he attacked her clit with long, leisurely strokes of his tongue. She came again in a gush of fluid, soaking his hand and mouth. He stood over her, his dark eyes glinting with purpose and wiped his mouth on his sleeve before gripping her waist and dragging her to the edge of the desk.

"Please," she groaned, reaching for him. "Alejandro."

"Si, mi amor," he said, his face finally softening. He entered her, softer this time, less punishing. "Anything for you. I am always yours, your love."

Tears dripped from her eyes and down her cheeks as he gathered her in his arms and held her against his chest, moving his hips slowly, pumping himself in and out of her in long, sensual strokes, filling her completely. "Please forgive me," she whispered against his throat, clinging to him.

He cradled her and kissed her ear, then her lips. His thrusts grew harder, more frantic. His hold became tighter, sweat beading his forehead. He held her as though she might disappear as he finished deep inside her. He continued to hold her against his chest, heart to heart, her head tucked against his neck while they calmed.

Finally, he backed up, lifting her and setting her down so she was sitting on the edge of his desk. He looked down at her, his face serious once more. He took her hand and squeezed it. "I understand why you did what you did. Why you needed to end your brother yourself. But you undermined my position and put yourself in danger."

"I'm sorry," she whispered, tears filling her eyes again before spilling over to trail gently down her cheeks.

He used his thumb to swipe a drop and stick it in his mouth. "If you were anyone else, Reyes would insist on your execution. But since you are family and my wife, he will allow me to deal with you."

Her heart pounded hard in her chest as fear shot through her system. Not once during the entire time that she'd planned the murder of her brother had she thought of the consequences of her actions. She knew that Alejandro would be upset, but she hadn't actually thought about punishment. That she was crossing a mob boss and his second- in-command. But even with that possibility hanging over her head, she still wouldn't have done anything differently.

"What are you going to do?" she whispered, eyes wide, searching for mercy. Only there wasn't any. This man was the enforcer to one of the most dangerous men in the world. And she'd knowingly crossed him.

He touched her face, gently, tracing his thumb across her jaw. "You don't have to worry about that just yet, mi amor. You'll replace out soon enough when we discuss your new schedule and rules. For now, it is time to go home."

Gina wanted to argue but suspected now wasn't the time. Instead she accepted the hand he held out to her and slid off his desk. He smoothed her skirt back down. She smiled up at him and slid her hand into the curve of his arm. "Let's go home."