Chapter 27 ۵ Shower

YARA'S POV

The sun filtered weakly through the sheer curtains, its light barely illuminating the heavy weight pressing down on me. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, trying to ground myself in the mundane details of the room, the texture of the carpet, the pattern of the wood grain on the nightstand. Anything but the chaos swirling in my head.

A knock at the door jolted me from my thoughts. Before I could respond, Camilla stepped inside, her usual calm demeanor in place. She carried a tray with a fresh breakfast spread and set it on the small table near the window.

"Good morning, Miss Yara" she said, her tone neutral but with a hint of caution.

I huffed out a bitter laugh. "Is it, though? Good, I mean?" I hadn't seen Alejandro for a few weeks now. The thought of moving to Spain with him was keeping me up every night. The negatives overweighed the positives.

Camilla paused, studying me. "I understand you're upset, but I suggest you eat something. It'll help you feel steadier"

I looked away, my stomach churning at the sight of food. "I don't think I can eat" I wasn't hungry all I wanted to do was think, think and think until there was no details left to think about.

Camilla's expression softened slightly, but her voice remained firm. "You have to keep your strength up Miss. Alejandro will want to speak with you soon, and you'll need a clear head"

The mention of his name sent a chill through me, but I pushed past it, glaring at her.

I opened my mouth to argue, but the sound of footsteps approaching the door made me freeze. Camilla straightened, her hands clasped in front of her as Alejandro entered the room, his presence instantly filling the space.

He was dressed sharply, as always, his dark hair neatly styled, his expression unreadable. There was no sign of the man who had ruthlessly shot someone just days ago. He looked every bit the composed, meticulous man I had met when this all started. And that terrified me more than anything.

"Yara" he said, his voice low and even. "We need to talk"

Camilla quietly slipped out of the room, leaving us alone. I stood, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to mask the shakiness in my legs. "Oh, now you want to talk?"

His jaw tightened, but he didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he stepped closer, his dark eyes fixed on mine. "I'm not here to argue with you, cariño. I'm here to make sure you understand what happens next"

"What happens next?" I repeated, my voice rising. "You mean after you kill another person in the name of 'protecting me'? Or maybe after you drag me further into your mess without so much as an explanation?"

He exhaled sharply, his frustration evident. "You think I enjoy this? That I want to pull you into my world? I try and keep you safe and all you do is fight me"

"Maybe because I didn't ask for this!" I snapped, taking a step closer to him. "I didn't ask to be part of your war with Edwardo or whatever other enemies you have. I just want my life back"

His expression hardened again, and he took another step closer, his presence overwhelming. "It's too late for that. Edwardo's men already know you exist. If you go back, you'll lead them straight to your family. Is that what you want?"

The weight of his words hit me like a punch to the gut. I looked away, my hands trembling as I tried to process the reality of what he was saying.

"I hate this" I whispered. "I hate you for doing this to me"

For a moment, he said nothing, just watched me with that intense, unreadable gaze. Then he reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek. "You can hate me all you want" he said softly. "As long as it keeps you alive"

I flinched at his touch, stepping back. "What happens now?"

"We leave" he said simply. "Tomorrow morning. Pack only what you need. Camilla will help you"

"And where are we going?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

He smirked faintly, though there was no humor in it. "We'll go to a safe house. Just for a few days and then to Spain" he spoke casually. "We'll be safer there"

A fucking safe house? My jaw almost dropped taking everything in. Who was this man really? And why did he own a safe house? Why was he hunting down a mafia leader? And what did he mean by he has power in Spain?

"What about Elena?"

"Her and Camilla won't be coming with us to the house" I furrowed my brows.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Elena's in Spain already instead of the safe house, it's safer for her there. Camilla won't be coming to Spain with us" I couldn't believe Alejandro had sent Elena back to Spain again.

"So what? You just left a 6 year old girl alone in Spain without her dad or Camilla?" I watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose, my argumentative manner clearly pissing him off.

"She has family there, security. Trust me she's not alone Yara" He straightened, his expression growing serious.

"I don't get it why can't I stay here. Please I don't want to go Alejandro" tears brimmed my eyes, my dark reality settling in.

"Don't fucking cry" he spoke, his jaw muscles ticking as he started walking, slowly pacing.

"How many times do I have to tell you for you to get it through to your brain. You don't have a choice, either you die here or come with me. I have allies there, resources we don't have here. It's the best option Yara"

"The best option" I scoffed "for who? You? Because last I checked spending my time with you in an unknown country isn't the greatest of options for me" I crossed my arms.

"Why's that? Is it because I scare you?" He mocked, a small chuckle coming from him.

"I want to see my family before I leave" I spoke looking at the floor. When I momentarily looked back up at him I could see him satisfactory smirk, he was satisfied that finally I wasn't denying his so called plans for me.

If what he was saying was as bad as it was, I knew that for the sake of me and my family I had to listen to him. I had to move to Spain with him. It would be safer as much as I hated to admit it.

"Fine" Alejandro Moreno was both my captor and my only hope for survival.

The room felt smaller after Alejandro left, the air heavier with the weight of his words.

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Just as I was beginning to drift off, the faint sound of voices caught my attention. I sat up, straining to hear. It was Alejandro, his voice low but firm. The other voice was harder to place, but it sounded urgent, almost frantic.

Curiosity got the better of me. I slipped out of bed, padding quietly to the door. I cracked it open just enough to see Alejandro standing in the hallway, his back to me. He was speaking to a man, one I hadn't seen yet, he had a small scar running down the side of his face.

"They're close" the man was saying. "We don't have much time"

Alejandro's posture stiffened, his voice dropping even lower. "How many?"

"Enough to make it messy" the man replied.

Alejandro glanced over his shoulder, his sharp eyes scanning the hallway. I froze, holding my breath, but he didn't see me. "Get the car ready" he ordered. "We'll leave in an hour"

The man nodded and disappeared. Alejandro lingered for a moment, his gaze fixed on the floor. His shoulders sagged ever so slightly, the weight of his decisions visibly pressing down on him. Then, as if sensing my presence, he turned.

Our eyes met, and for a split second, I saw something in his expression, something raw and unguarded.

"You didn't sleep?" he asked, already knowing the answer

"We're leaving tonight?" I questioned.

His gaze flickered toward the stairs. "It's not safe here anymore. Edwardo's men are closer than we thought"

"Closer?" My stomach dropped. "How close?"

"Close enough" he said, his voice tight. "Go back to your room and get ready. Be down in five minutes"

"No" I said, surprising even myself with the defiance in my voice. "I want to know what's really going on, you can't just drag me along without me knowing anything"

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might brush me off. But then he stepped closer, his gaze piercing. "What's really going on" he said slowly "is that I'm trying to keep you alive. If you want to argue about it, we can do that once we're out of danger. Now, go pack your things"

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The night air was cold and biting as Alejandro practically shoved me into the car, his grip rough and unrelenting around my wrist. The sting of his touch lingered even after he let go, rounding the car to slide into the driver's seat. He slammed the door shut with enough force to make me jump.

"Seatbelt" he barked, his tone sharp and cold.

I fumbled with the strap, my fingers shaking as I tried to click it into place. "You don't have to be so damn rough" I muttered under my breath, avoiding his intense gaze.

His eyes flicked to me, dark and unforgiving. "Do you want to die tonight?" he asked, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

I glared at him, swallowing hard. "No"

"Then stop complaining, sit still, and do as I say" he snapped, his attention already back on the road.

The car roared to life, the engine growling like an angry beast as he slammed on the accelerator. We shot out of the driveway, the tires screeching against the pavement. His hands gripped the wheel like a vice, his jaw locked tight.

I crossed my arms, staring out the window. "You could at least tell me what the hell is going on. You're dragging me around like-"

"Like what?" he interrupted, his tone laced with mockery. "A hostage? Don't flatter yourself, cariño. Hostages have value. You? You're a liability I'm forced to clean up after"

My chest tightened with anger. I turned to him, my glare sharp enough to cut glass. "Go fuck yourself, Alejandro"

His lips twitched into a smirk, his composure maddeningly intact. "Noted" he said dryly, like he was amused by my outburst.

Before I could snap back, the low growl of engines cut through the silence. I stiffened, glancing at the rearview mirror. Headlights appeared in the distance, their glare growing brighter by the second.

"Alejandro......"

"I fucking see it Yara" he said, his voice low and clipped.

The roar of engines grew louder, and the shadows of three cars loomed closer. My stomach twisted in fear.

"Alejandro!"

"Shut the fuck up and sit back Yara" he barked, yanking the wheel sharply to the right. The car skidded into a side street, the tires screaming as he pushed the vehicle to its limits.

Gunfire erupted, the deafening crack of bullets shattering the air. The back windshield exploded, spraying shards of glass everywhere. I screamed, ducking instinctively. I raised my head to look back once more.

"Keep your head down!" Alejandro growled, one hand still on the wheel as he reached under the dashboard. He pulled out a sleek black pistol, the weapon gleaming ominously in the dim light.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled, panic clawing at my throat.

"Trying to keep us alive" he snapped, shoving the gun into my lap. "Take the wheel, or the gun"

"What, I've never shot a gun before and I've only driven a car once" I spoke, panic lacing my voice.

"Well then your best bet is the wheel Malik" he spoke, slamming on the brakes for just a moment. He grabbed my waist and hauled me towards him, my body colliding with his thigh as he positioned me closer to the wheel.

"I don't know how to-"

"Figure it out" he barked, already leaning halfway out of the open window to fire at the cars chasing us. His voice was sharp, unyielding, leaving no room for argument. My hands fumbled to grip the wheel, my body half draped over his lap. The rough material of his trousers pressed against my ribs, his heat searing through the chaos.

"Stay steady" he commanded, his tone biting as he fired off a round, making me flinch. I could feel the muscles in his thigh tense beneath me.

"I can't do this!"

"You can, and you bloody will, understand?" he snarled, his free hand gripping my hip firmly as he steadied himself. His touch was possessive, grounding me in a way I hated to admit.

Another volley of bullets slammed into the car, making me yelp as I swerved wildly.

"Focus, Yara!" he barked, his tone cutting through my panic.

"If we crash, they'll kill you first. Is that what you want?"

"Why the fuck are they even shooting at us?!" I cried, struggling to keep the car steady.

"Because they want you dead" he snapped, reloading his gun with practiced ease. "Now drive"

My breath came in sharp gasps as I tried to follow his commands. The car lurched forward, and Alejandro's sharp shooting took out the driver of one of the pursuing cars.

"Turn left!" he shouted, gripping my hip tighter when I hesitated.

"I can't!"

"Just fucking do it Yara" he snarled, shoving my hand against the wheel to force the turn. The car skidded violently but managed to make it, tires screaming in protest.

Another burst of gunfire rang out, but his final shot hit the driver of the last car. It veered off the road, slamming into a tree with a sickening crunch. The sudden silence was deafening. I slumped back into my seat, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. I looked up at Alejandro, his expression showing not one hint of panic or fear, just frustration and irritation.

My eyes drifted down from his face, widening when I noticed his arm "oh my god Alejandro, your arm" I said, my voice shaking as I noticed the blood seeping through his shirt, he must've been shot during this whole thing.

"It's nothing, stop panicking" he muttered, his voice hard as he snatched the wheel back from me.

"You shouldn't be driving, you've just b-been shot" I argued, my brows furrowing.

He shot me a glare that could have frozen fire. "I'm fine. Don't push it" I rolled my eyes at him before staring back at the road, trying not to focus on his open wound that was profusely bleeding out. The rest of the drive passed in tense silence, the air between us crackling with unspoken words. When we finally arrived at a secluded house nestled among dense trees, he killed the engine and shoved the door open, stepping out with a determined stride.

"Get inside" his spoke, his voice low and rough.

"Alejandro, you're bleeding- we need to call a doctor or something"

"I said, get inside!"

I flinched at the harshness of his tone but followed him into the house. He collapsed into a chair, peeling off his blood soaked shirt with a grimace. The wound on his arm was somewhat deep, angry, and bleeding with no intentions of stopping.

"Get the first aid kit" he ordered, his voice clipped.

I hesitated, staring at the mess of blood and muscle. "I don't know how to do this......you need a fucking doctor Alejandro" I spoke my voice shaking.

"It's not that fucking hard Yara" he said through gritted teeth, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Unless you want me to bleed out here and now"

Swallowing hard, I retrieved the kit and knelt beside him. His thigh pressed against my side, his heat distracting me even as I tried to focus.

"You're insane" I muttered, my fingers trembling as I cleaned the wound.

"And you're wasting time princess" he shot back, his voice tinged with impatience.

"Stop moving" I snapped, glaring at him as I took the bullet out from his arm, earning a smirk.

"Stop being so slow" he countered, his smirk returning despite the pain.

"Well sorry, I'm not exactly a professional at taking bullets out from arms"

"Yeah? Well you aren't doing as bad a I thought" he spoke, moving a piece of hair away from my face with his bloodied hand. He watched intently as I cleaned the blood off of him. I was surprised as to how little pain he was showing.

"I can't do this Alejandro" I spoke, my heartbeat rising and my body temperature getting warmer as I stared at the open wound, getting ready to stitch up his arm.

"D-do you want paracetamol or something" i watched as his lip curled.

"Paracetamol won't do shit and besides, I'm fine Yara. Just hurry love"

I bit my lip to keep from snapping at him again, how was he so casual about this? I was about to stitch him up and he was sitting there smirking at me.

Focusing on the stitches, his eyes never left me, dark and unreadable as I worked the needle through his skin with shaky hands.

"Is that good?" I asked, looking down at my shitty attempt at stitching up my arm.

"Good enough" he spoke, catching my chin in his hand, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.

"See? You're more capable than you think"

I yanked away, standing abruptly. "Next time, don't get shot"

He leaned back, smirking despite his exhaustion. "Next time, don't argue with me when I tell you to take the fucking wheel Yara" His gaze lingered on me as I turned away, the air between us thick with something unspoken, something dangerous. I leaned against the table, my bloody hands leaving marks, he was so unbothered, so unfazed by everything. I couldn't help but unconsciously furrow my brows. He looked maddeningly composed.

His bloodied shirt was thrown to the floor, his abs glistened in the warm lightening of the safe house. He leaned back in his chair. His freshly bandaged up arm was still bleeding through the gauze.

"You're not invincible, you know" I muttered, breaking the silence as I put my weight on the table.

Alejandro's dark eyes flicked up to me, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Could've fooled you"

I glared at him, but he didn't flinch. Of course, he didn't. Alejandro didn't flinch for anyone. "This isn't a joke. You could've died back there"

"And yet here I am" he said smoothly, leaning back in the chair like he didn't have a care in the world.

"What have you gotten me into Alejandro?" I muttered, turning away from him.

"Yara"

My name rolled off his tongue with an edge that made me pause. I didn't turn back around, not at first. But then I felt him behind me, the heat of his presence wrapping around me like a second skin. He was too close, his breath warm against my ear.

"You've been shaking since we got here" he murmured, his voice lower now, softer. "Why?"

"I'm not shaking" I lied, my voice unsteady as I crossed my arms over my chest.

His fingers brushed against my wrist, and I flinched at the contact. He caught my arm in a tight grip with the arm that I had bandaged up just a few minutes ago. He turned me to face him. His dark eyes searched mine, and for once, there was no mocking smirk, no sharp words. Just intensity.

"I just saved your life" he said quietly, his thumb brushing against the inside of my wrist where my pulse was racing.

"The least you can do is stop pretending you're not terrified"

"I'm not pretending anything" I said, my voice defensive even as my heart pounded harder.

He stepped closer, his body towering over mine. The space between us was nonexistent now, his bare chest inches from mine. "Liar" he whispered, his lips curving into a knowing smirk.

My breath hitched as his hand moved to my waist, his fingers splaying across my hip like he owned me. His touch was firm, commanding, and I hated how my body responded, leaning into him instead of pulling away.

"You think you know everything" I shot back, trying to regain some control, but my voice betrayed me, trembling as much as my hands.

"I know you better than you think" he murmured, his gaze dropping to my bitten lips.

I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling rapidly as the air between us thickened.

"Alejandro......"

"Say it again" he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"Say what again....?"

"My name"

His hand slid up to my jaw, tilting my face up toward his. His thumb brushed against my cheek, and I shivered under his touch.

"Alejandro" I said, barely above a whisper.

He smirked, and then his lips were on mine. The kiss wasn't gentle, it was rough, demanding, like he was claiming something he believed already belonged to him. His hand tightened on my waist, pulling me flush against him as his other hand tangled in my hair.

I gasped against his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine with a hunger that made my knees weak.

"Alejandro, your arm....." I breathed, my hands finding his chest. I meant to push him away, but instead, my fingers curled against his skin, tracing the scars and muscles that told the story of the life he lived.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this" he murmured against my lips, his voice rough and full of heat.

"For what?" I whispered, barely able to form words as his lips moved to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

"For you to stop fighting me"

His words sent a jolt through me, a mixture of anger and desire. "I'm not-"

"Shhh" he cut me off, his mouth silencing any protest I might've had. His hands roamed my body, possessive and unrelenting, like he was determined to make me forget the world outside this room.

And for a moment, I did.

The fear, the chaos, the danger, it all melted away under his touch, replaced by a heat that burned through every inch of me. It was like I had forgotten every bad thing he ever did to me, I was lost in the moment. His lips were everywhere, on my neck, my collarbone, my jaw, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

I should've stopped him. I should've pushed him away, reminded him, and myself, that this wasn't right. But I didn't.

Instead, I let him pull me closer, his hands lifting me onto the table as he spread my thighs, pressing his body in between. The hard edge of the wood bit into my skin, but I barely noticed over the heat radiating from him. His lips hovered just over mine, close enough to make my breath hitch but never quite touching.

"You think you're in control, don't you?" I whispered, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance, perfectly moulding to his muscles.

His smirk deepened, his hands sliding up my thighs with deliberate slowness. "I don't think, cariño" he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear. "I know"

I shivered as his fingers brushed the hem of my shirt, his touch maddeningly light. I tried to close the distance, to pull him closer, but he held me in place, his grip tightening just enough to remind me who was calling the shots.

"Patience" he teased, his lips finally trailing down the side of my neck. His teeth grazed my skin, and I gasped, my nails digging into his arms. "You're so fucking desperate for it, aren't you?"

"Alejandro" I breathed, my voice caught somewhere between a plea and a curse. Instead of pushing away I found myself locking my legs around his torso tighter.

"Hmm" He pulled back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Say it again"

I glared at him, hating how easily he unraveled me, how my body betrayed me under his touch. "Go to hell"

His laugh was low and dangerous, his hand gripping the back of my neck as he leaned in close. "Careful, Yara" he murmured, his lips brushing mine.

Before I could respond, he straightened, effortlessly lifting me into his arms. "Where are we going?" I demanded, my voice sharper than it felt.

"To fix the mess you made" he said, his tone casual as if he wasn't carrying me with a wounded arm.

I blinked, confused, until he nudged the bathroom door open with his foot. The bathroom was heated, the faint scent of soap filling the entire room.

"Why are w-"

He silenced me with a look, setting me down onto the basin. I watched as he turned the shower on, the steam already filling up the room.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice unsteady as he pulled the fabric over my head and tossed it aside.

"What does it look like?" he said, his tone as cocky as ever. His hands moved to the waistband of my pants, his fingers brushing against my skin. "You're not walking around covered in blood and sweat, cariño"

Alejandro stepped back, his hands moving to the button of his trousers with deliberate ease. My stomach knotted as I watched him, unable to look away even though I knew I should.

"I'm perfectly capable of showering by myself " I spat, my voice tight.

He glanced at me, a flicker of amusement crossing his face as he pulled his belt free and let it drop to the floor. "Hm, whatever you say"

"You can't just...." I trailed off, my words dying as he unzipped his trousers and pushed them down his hips. My gaze darted away, heat rushing to my face.

"Can't just what?" he asked, stepping out of the jeans and kicking them aside.

"Take your......" I gestured vaguely, my cheeks flaming.

"Spit it out Yara" he said, his voice low and teasing as he hooked his thumbs into his briefs and slid them down in one smooth motion.

My eyes betrayed me, flicking back to him for the briefest moment, and I froze. Broad shoulders, a chest and stomach carved with muscle, and......oh God.

I quickly looked away, pressing a hand to my face as if that would erase what I'd just seen. And all he could do was smirk. It wasn't like I hadn't seen his length before it was just that this was all too intimate for me.

"What the fuck Alejandro" I muttered.

"Get in"

His words were simple, but they carried the weight of a command.

"What?" I turned to look at him, only to find him stepping under the stream of water, completely unbothered by his nakedness. The gleam of the water making him glisten in the light, his hair managing to get even darker, falling in front of his face. Fuck me.....

"I said, get in" he repeated, his tone sharper now as he ran a wet hand through his drenched hair.

"You think I'm going to let you sit there, bloody and shaking like a leaf?"

I stared at him, my heart racing. "I'm not-"

"Take your clothes off" he interrupted, his eyes locking onto mine with a dangerous intensity. "Now"

My mouth went dry. "You can't just order me to-"

"Yara" he said, his voice dropping to a low, warning growl.

"You're wasting my time"

"I'm not wasting-"

"Off" he barked, his gaze sweeping over me like he could see through the layers of fabric. "I'm not asking again"

My hands shook as I hesitated, but his eyes bore into me, unrelenting. Slowly, I reached for the hem of my shirt, my movements clumsy under his watchful gaze.

"Faster baby" he said, leaning back against the tiled wall, the water cascading down his body.

I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding as I stripped off my shirt and then my jeans, leaving me in nothing but my bra and underwear.

"All of it" he said, his voice quieter now, but no less commanding.

My eyes darted to his face, searching for any hint of softness, but there was none. Only dominance, raw and unyielding.

With trembling hands, I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor, quickly slipping out of my underwear as well. I crossed my arms over my chest instinctively, feeling more exposed than I ever had in my life.

Alejandro's eyes swept over me, his gaze slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "Good fucking girl" he murmured, his lips curving into a faint smirk. "Now, get in"

I stepped into the shower, taking the veiny hand he held out for me, the hot water hitting my skin and mingling with the nervous energy buzzing through me. Alejandro reached out, his hand wrapping around my wrist to pull me closer.

"No hiding" he said, his voice softer now but still firm. He guided my arms down, leaving me completely bare before him.

I could barely breathe as he looked at me, his dark eyes filled with something I couldn't quite place. Hunger. Possession. Control.

"See?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Not so difficult, is it?"

Before I could respond, his hands slid up my sides, his touch firm and unapologetic. "Relax" he ordered, his large hands grip my hips possessively. "Fuck, you're so sexy" he growls in my ear, his voice a dark promise.

I turn to face him, before I knew it his lips crashed into mines in a desperate, heated kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, claiming me as his hands roam my slick skin. I moan into the kiss, my own hands exploring his muscular chest and abs. But there's an edge to Alejandro, a dangerous glint in his eyes that makes my stomach flutter with nerves.

Alejandro breaks the kiss, spinning me around and pinning me against the cool tile wall. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, princess" he promises darkly, his hand reaches between my thighs. His fingers find my aching clit, rubbing rough circles that have me seeing stars. "You're going to take every inch of my cock like the good little slut you are" I could feel his cock behind me.

I gasp, arching into his touch as he flicks my clit "you're so rough" I speak weakly, every inch of my body responded to his dominant touch.

"Good, I like being rough" he husked sliding his fingers down to my wet folds and plunging his middle finger into my drenched pussy without even the slightest warning. A whimper left my mouth as he thrusted in once more before removing his fingers and bringing them to my lips. "Suck" he commands, forcing his digits into my mouth. I obey, tasting myself on his fingers, desire filling my mind. "That's it, kitten. Now get on your knees and show me how much you want my cock"

He yanks me down roughly, and I stumble before catching myself. I glare up at him, frustration and arousal warring within me. "You don't have to be so fucking rough" I snap, defiant.

"Yeah and what makes you think you're in the position to tell me what I don't have to be"

"Well considering I fixed up that woun-"

He cut me off "You're mine to use as I please. Now open that pretty mouth before I open it for you"

I drop down on my knees, he fists my hair as he slaps his heavy cock against my face. I glower up at him but part my lips, letting him push inside. "Good girl" he purrs as I start to suck, his grip painful on my hair. "Take it deeper, my filthy little whore"

I gag as he hits the back of my throat, tears springing to my eyes. But I relax my jaw and breathe through my nose, determined not to show weakness. Alejandro groans, holding me in place as he thrusts shallowly, fucking my mouth.

Alejandro's grip on my hair tightens as he uses my mouth roughly, not caring about my discomfort. The sting only serves to heighten my arousal, my pussy clenching with need. "Such a needy slut" he grunts, fucking my face harder. "I bet you'd let me ruin your pretty little cunt too, wouldn't you?"

I can't respond with his cock lodged in my throat, but the whimper that escapes me is all the confirmation he needs. He smirks down at me, dark eyes filled with possessive hunger. "Yeah you would, you filthy girl. I'm going to claim every inch of your body"

He yanks me off his cock "Enough teasing" he growls, pulling me to my feet and shoving me against the wall. The cold tile shocks my overheated skin as he grabs my thighs, hoisting me up effortlessly.

"Wrap your legs around me" he demands, his voice a dark rumble that sends shivers down my spine. I comply, locking my ankles behind his back as he positions himself at my entrance. With one brutal thrust, he sheaths himself inside me, stretching me wide around his thick length.

"Fuck, you're so tight" he grits out, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. Each punishing thrust forces the air from my lungs, the rough tile biting into my back as he takes what he wants. "This cunt was made for my cock, wasn't it? Take it, Yara. Take every fucking inch like the desperate slut you are"

His filthy words send jolts of pleasure through me, my walls clenching around him as he pistons into me. One hand remains fisted in my hair while the other grips my hip hard enough to bruise, holding me in place for his brutal pace.

I can feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging along my sensitive walls, stoking the fire building low in my belly. "A-Alejandro" I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders as I hold on for dear life. "Please, I need-"

"I know what you need, princess" he cuts me off, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside me with each thrust. "You need to cum on my cock baby"

"Ahh, fuck Alejandro!" I moan out, feeling myself unravel in front of him.

"Beg for it, Yara" he demands, slamming his cock out and nudging at my entrance. "Beg me to fuck this tight cunt"

I grind back against him, trying to take him inside me. "Please, Alejandro" I whimper, my voice ragged with need. "I need your cock. Make me scream" ecstasy took over my mind, my senses.

With a feral growl, he slammed back into me again, stretching me wide around his thick cock. I cry out as he pounds into me.

"That feels.....so....so good" I moan, pushing back against him, my nails digging deeper into his skin.

"Fuck" he husks, slamming into me, his hand making its way to my throat, gripping it firmly as he continued to drill his dick into my weeping cunt.

"H-harder" I almost whisper, still shy to let those words escape from my mouth.

"So innocent" he chuckled amused by my timidness that was still somehow present, his lips finding mines before he obliges, fucking me harder. The sound of skin on skin echoes off the tiles, mixed with our grunts and moans.

"Fuck, Yara" he snarls, looking down to where he was ruthlessly fucking my pussy, bringing his thumb in between us to rub circles around my throbbing clit. "I'm gonna make you cum all over my cock, slut"

I'm teetering on the edge, my body tensing as the pleasure mounts. "Please, Alejandro" I whimper.

"I'm so close"

His grunts sent me spiraling over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave. I cry out, my pussy spasming around him as I come undone. But Alejandro doesn't let up, continuing to pound into me as I ride out the waves of ecstasy. The sounds of my moans fill the entire room.

"That's it princess" he snarls, pounding into me mercilessly. My back arching sharply as I spasm around his pistoning cock.

Only when my pussy starts to get tender does he finally relent, pulling out, putting me down and instead flipping me around and bending me over. He kicks my legs apart and grips my hips as he notches his thick tip at my entrance. "I'm going to fill this sweet cunt with my cum" he growls, driving back inside. His pelvis grinds against my ass with each thrust as he fucks my pussy, the new angle letting him reach even deeper.

I'm too sensitive, too raw from the first climax, but my body betrays me. The combination of his thick cock hitting that sweet spot and his fingers on my clit is too much.

"Alejandro, please" I whimper.

Before I know it another orgasm hits, and I'm reduced to a writhing, mewling mess in his arms.

"You're cumming already Malik? Pathetic" he jeers, but there's a note of dark amusement in his voice. He sends a sharp almost playful slap on my ass as he fucks me through the aftershocks. "Good girl"

Alejandro keeps fucking me, chasing his own release. His thrusts become erratic, his grip on my hair and hip bruising. "Fuck, Yara. I'm gonna fill this cunt with my cum. You want that, don't you? To be dripping with my seed?"

His filthy words send a thrill through me, despite the sensitivity of my overused pussy. "Y-yes" I gasp out. "Please, Alejandro.....Give it to me"

With a feral growl, he slams harshly inside me, his cock pulsing as he spills his release deep within my walls. I can feel the heat of it flooding my core, marking me as his.

He stays like that for a moment, our chests heaving as we catch our breath. Then, without warning, he reaches past me and turns on the cold water, the icy spray hitting us both.

I gasp at the sudden shock of cold but Alejandro just laughs, pulling out his dick as he turns me around to face him, pinning me in place as the frigid water rains down on us. "What's wrong, princess? Too much for you?" he taunts, nipping at my ear.

"This is fucking crazy" I snap, shivering in his arms. "You're crazy. T.....turn the hot w-water back on" I spoke the cold water rushing down on us making it harder for me to speak.

"No, Cariño" I attempted to do it myself but his strong grip only prevented that.

I sag against the tile, exhausted and still reeling from the intensity of our coupling, I found myself wrapping my hands around my body.

"I'm going to get a fucking cold Alejandro" I speak my chest rising and falling, my entire body being enveloped with goosebumps, my nipples getting harder and harder by the second.

"Shhh"

"You can't just tell me to shut up-"

"Not another word. Understand?" I rolled my eyes, there was no point in arguing with him.

Alejandro reaches for the body wash, lathering up his hands before running them over my body in a startlingly tender gesture. I lean into his touch, letting him wash away the evidence of our passion, letting the heat from his body warm me up.

I couldn't help but analyse every move he made. For the first time I didn't hate his touch, I enjoyed it.

A shiver ran down my spine and before I could even control it, a small sneeze left my mouth. Alejandro looked at me amusement settling into his features as he stared at me, brushing the wets strands of hair away from my face before reaching past me and turning the water off.

"I told you I'd get a cold" I spoke. He wrapped  towel around his torso before wrapping one around my whole body and taking me in his arms.

"It's not my fault you can't handle some cold water, princess"

I rolled my eyes before moving even closer to his body, savouring his touch, his warmth.

I quickly lifted my head from his shoulder, my eyes widen in worry "Alejandro, your arm" I had completely forgotten about his wound, too caught up in the pure euphoria I was feeling.

All I heard was him respond with a chuckle before he pressed my head back onto his shoulder. I felt a small smile creep up onto my lips.

A/n

Enjoy! Sorry for the late update, just been a bit busy.