Chapter 39 ۵ Panties

YARA'S POV

I had been dreading this all week. Having to go back to work alongside the guy who broke up with me. I didn't think I could face it but I knew I had to. Calling in sick again wasn't an option. And I needed to break the sluggish cycle.

The moment I stepped inside, I felt it. The tension.

Julian was behind the counter, wiping down a table, but he froze when he saw me. His guilty eyes connected with mine. I looked away before my emotions could escalate. I walked past him to grab my apron, tying it around my waist. I could feel his gaze lingering on me like he was waiting for me to acknowledge him. I wouldn't. I wasn't ready to, not yet.

I spent the shift keeping my hands busy, making orders, taking them, avoiding Julian's presence like it physically pained me to be near him. And maybe it did. He had opened his mouth to speak a few times but I had brushed past him, ignoring whatever he had to say because it would only hurt me more.

I was just finishing up, untying my apron since it was the end of my shift when the bell over the door jingled, signalling someone was stepping in two minutes before closing time. I looked up.

My pulse stuttered. It was him. Alejandro. I could feel my chest tightening. He was dressed in black, moving with that effortless confidence, like he had all the time in the world. His hair perfectly done. My hands unconsciously fixed my hair.

Behind me, Julian stopped in his tracks, I glanced over at him, he looked more angry than scared. The veins pulsing in his arms as he untied his apron. He gave me once last strong look before taking his car keys and leaving. My gaze followed him out, Alejandro's gaze was stuck on me but I didn't look up.

"Yara" he caught my attention. I hated the way my name sounded on his lips. So perfect, like it belonged to him.

I exhaled, looking up at his towering figure. The scent of his signature perfume lingered in the air, intoxicating, all I wanted to do was grab him by his tie and- "What do you want, Alejandro?" I spoke trying to act unbothered and annoyed by his presence. I threw my bag over my shoulder, attempting to walk to the door. As I brushed past him he wrapped his hand on my upper arm, firmly, stopping me in my tracks. He gently pulled me back in front of him, the grip on my arm become tighter. This time we were much closer. I could feel his minty breath fanning on me, the heat of his body warming me up. My eyes were set on his, drowning in them. A small smirk creeped onto his lips.

"Come to dinner with me, cariño" he murmured, his hand dropping from arm to my waist, lazily tracing slow, teasing circles on it. Fuck.....I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say yes, to let him take me to dinner but instead nothing came out of my mouth.

His smirk became more amused at my lack of speech. He leaned in closer, his touch becoming firmer, more heated, more intense "wear something pretty....or wear nothing at all. Either way, I won't be able to keep my hands off you" he dangerously whispers. He then pulls back enough to meet my gaze, his dark blue eyes gleaming with amusement. "Say yes, princess" I swallowed hard shaking away that dangerous feeling. That feeling of lust growing in me as his hand inched lower to my ass. I backed away, crossing my arms over my chest "i have better things to do Alejandro" he chuckled deeply, sending a flutter through me.

"Like what? Sulking over little Julian"

I rolled my eyes "anything's better than going to dinner with you Alejandro" I put on a bitter sweet smile.

"You know you're getting a lot meaner these days Yara......it's fucking sexy" I could feel my entire body heating up.

"Shut up, and besides I'm waiting for Jasmine"

"Perfect" he said easily. "Then she can come with us" I gave him a death stare, rolling my eyes and just on queue Jasmine walked through the door looking around before finding me.

Her gaze flickered up to Alejandro, then back to me, her lips curving into a slow smirk. "And who's this?"

Before I could speak, Alejandro answered for me.

"Alejandro" he said smoothly, offering his hand.

I shot him a glare, but he just ended up  looking more amused. Jasmine shook his hand, her eyes twinkling with interest. "Jasmine. Her sister" she said wincing her eyes, trying to figure out how exactly we knew each other. Alejandro's gaze flickered back to me, something smug dancing behind it. "I was just inviting your sister to dinner. Would you like to come?"

"No she wouldn't and neither would-" I started, but Jasmine cut me off.

"I'd love to Alejandro" she said a glint in her eyes.

I snapped my head toward her. "No you wouldn't Jasmine"

She just grinned. "What? I'm hungry"

Alejandro chuckled, low and smooth. "Smart girl. Your sister could learn a few lessons" He turned back to me, eyes glinting. "That settles it then, princess"

"Princess? Are you guys like a thing?" Jasmine said, making my face go flushed which only made me look more suspicious.

"No we aren't Jasmine. Let's just leave" I quickly took the keys from Jasmines hand and paced out of the café, not even taking a second to look back at him.

"Be ready for nine" his voice drifts after me, smooth and commanding.

We sat in the car, Jasmine beside me. I let out the breath I was holding in "so what are you going to wear?" She asks.

"No, no, no Jasmine we are not going anywhere with him" she rolls her eyes and sits back in her seat "um yes you are, I'll make sure of it" she smugly smiles. There was no way out of this.

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I looked at myself in the mirror as Jasmine zipped up the back to my navy blue dress.

"Well this dress just confirms you are trying to look good for him. Even though you guys apparently aren't a thing" I couldn't even deny what she was saying, I was trying to look good for him.

"So...." Jasmine drawls, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "How exactly do you know Alejandro." I knew she was going to do this.

"We met at university. He was um...in my course" I spoke, putting on my earrings. How was I going to tell her that he was university professor who also happened to be the leader of a Spanish mafia. "It's just complicated Jasmine"

Jasmine's grin widens. "Complicated, huh? That's a fancy way of saying-"

"How about I tell you all about it another day. I mean unless you want to turn up to a restaurant in a hoodie and joggers" her eyes widened realising she was too invested in me and Alejandro to get changed.

She quickly runs to her room. I adjusted my hair in the mirror. This was going to be a long.

I had mum and dad glaring at me, wondering what I was all dressed up for, who i was all dressed up for. Little did they know I was all dressed up for their so called property buyer.

We heard Alejandro's car pull up. I took a deep breath before stepping outside of the house, walking towards the car.

"Oh so he is rich" Jasmine said out loud, staring at the expensive Mercedes is awe.

Alejandro stepped out of the car, opening the door for Jasmine and letting her settle into the back before opening my door for me.

"Fuck, Yara, you're making it hard to focus on anything but you right now" i looked up at him, his words giving me a sense of satisfaction, approval, validation. I raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at my lips as I met his gaze. "Oh, poor thing" I teased, my voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Guess I'll have to turn it down a notch so you can keep up, Hm Alejandro?" I saw his jaw tighten, but his eyes burned with something far from frustration. And that? That was exactly what I was looking for.

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I could feel him watching me as we got seated in what looked like an overly expensive restaurant that Alejandro had booked out like usual. I felt my thigh brush against his as I sat down.

Alejandro leaned slightly in, his voice close to my ear. "You smell good"

I stiffened,backing away

"What is that? Vanilla?"

I gritted my teeth. "Stop talking Alejandro"

"Can't, love" He exhaled, slow and deliberate. "You're fun to mess with" I turned my head sharply, finally meeting his gaze. Big mistake. His dark blue eyes held a quiet amusement, but there was something else. I hated the way his eyes dropped to my lips, how his smirk deepened like he was daring me to react. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to grab his stupid, smug face and-

"I can't believe you actually booked out this entire restaurant!" Jasmine squealed as she came to sit down on the table.

"Only the best for my future sister in law" he smirked, making Jasmine look at him in pure shock at how transparent he was with his words.

"Can you not Alejandro. You're going to traumatise poor Jasmine with how delusional you are" he turned to me, brow raised. "Whatever you say baby" I rolled my eyes, fighting the urge to kick him.

"I'm not your baby" Alejandro found ways to slip under my skin. Every smirk. Every lingering look. The way his fingers brushed against mine when he passed me the menu.

He was enjoying this way too much. And the worst part? A part of me was too. I enjoyed being teased by him, I enjoyed every smirk, every touch, every look.

"You two are so weird" Jasmine suddenly said, making me look up at her.

"What do you mean?" I raised a brow

She grinned. "The tension is insane. I mean are you guys gonna fight or make out?"

I choked on my drink. "Jas!"

Alejandro only chuckled, watching me over the rim of his glass. "I'd prefer the second option.....and more" I knew exactly what he meant by and more.

Heat rushed up my spine. "Shut up and read the menu guys" I said trying to hide the embarrassment on my face.

I barely touched my food, pushing it around, I was too busy thinking. Jasmine was leaned in, fully engaged in whatever Alejandro was telling her. I should've interacted more, said something instead of silently playing with my food. All I could think about was Julian, the guilt on his face. I was taken out of my trance by Alejandro's hand. It slipped under the table. I watched closely my eyes wincing, trying to figure out what he was doing when all of a sudden he started to inch up the fabric of my dress, causing my grip to tighten on my fork. He then slid his hand under my dress. And now, his fingers were tracing lazy patterns along the inside of my thigh. I inhaled sharply, my body going rigid as I shot him a glare. His smirk was slight, almost imperceptible, but his eyes gleamed with amusement. The worst part? Jasmine was right here. Completely oblivious. I reached down, trying to shove his hand away, but he caught my wrist effortlessly.

"Behave" he murmured low enough that only I could hear, his fingers tightening around my wrist before slowly guiding my hand back to my lap. Heat flushed through me, pooling low in my stomach. I clenched my thighs together. He only smirked.

Then, then, I felt it. The slow, deliberate slide of his fingers brushing higher up my thighs until they reached the hem of my panties. My breath hitched. My nails dug into my palms, my body locked in place as his fingers hooked under the lace. I turned to him sharply, my voice a whisper between gritted teeth. "Alejandro" He ignored me. Didn't even look at me. He just lifted his wine glass, took a slow sip and kept his gaze trained on Jasmine like he was actually listening to whatever she was saying. Like his fingers weren't currently slipping my panties down. I pressed my lips together, fighting the urge to squirm as the lace moved down my thighs.

Lower.

And lower. Until it made its way below my knees, slipping off and hitting the floor.

Jasmine turned to me suddenly. "Yara, don't you think so?"

I snapped my head up, my face burning. "W-what?"

She was still waiting for an answer, now looking at me suspiciously. I forced a smile, my voice coming out strained. "Uh......yeah. Definitely"

Alejandro chuckled under his breath.

I wanted to kill him.

Alejandro's hand then disappeared. But before I could even breathe, I felt something else. I couldn't even react, couldn't shove him away, couldn't reach down to stop him because Jasmine was watching me, growing suspicious.

I watched as Alejandro, smooth as ever, reached down casually, so effortlessly it looked like he was just adjusting his seat. His hand brushed against my ankle, careful weaving the underwear out and plucking them from the floor.

I felt lightheaded.

He had them.

He had my panties in his fucking hand.

Jasmine shifted her focus from me, beginning to tell Alejandro another story. Little did she know that my underwear was now sitting in his pocket. And Alejandro? He was too damn pleased with himself, replying back to Jasmine so casually like he hadn't just stripped me bare beneath the table.

I clenched my fists in my lap, swallowing the urge to throttle him. I needed to stay calm. Act normal. But then he had to push it.

"So, Jasmine" Alejandro said smoothly. "Tell me what's Yara like as a sister?"

I stiffened.

Jasmine, of course, was delighted to be asked. "Oh, Yara? She's so annoying. Always thinks she knows everything. And don't even get me started on her morning mood swings-"

I snapped my head toward her. Trying to use my eyes as a warning. She grinned, ignoring me completely. "And she's so dramatic. One time, she refused to talk to me for three days just because I borrowed one of her hoodies"

I felt Alejandro's eyes on me. Amused. Interested. Like he was enjoying every little detail, waiting for whatever answer I was about to give.

I crossed my arms, glowering at my sister. "It was my favorite hoodie"

Jasmine rolled her eyes. "See? Dramatic" she said before leaving to go to the restroom.

I felt Alejandro shift beside me. Leaning in.

"You go silent when you're mad princess"

A shiver ran down my spine. I hated how easily he got under my skin. "I bet I could make you break that little rule of yours" he murmured, voice thick with challenge. My pulse skipped.I sucked in a breath, fighting the heat that bloomed beneath my skin. "Well I bet you couldn't" I spoke, rolling my eyes. He chuckled, his hand slipping beneath the table again, resting just above my knee.

I stiffened.

His fingers flexed, spreading warmth through my skin. "I wouldn't make that bet if I were you baby" I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay still, to not give him a reaction. But I couldn't, not whilst knowing he had my panties in his pocket. I turned to him, voice low, breathless. "Give them back Alejandro"

"Not a chance. You're going to have to earn them like a good girl " I scowled, reaching toward his pocket where I knew they were hidden, but before I could grab them, his hand closed around my wrist.

Firm. Warm.

My breath hitched.

His grip wasn't rough, wasn't tight, but it was unmovable.

His thumb skimmed the inside of my wrist, slow, teasing. "So impatient"

I burned. "Alejandro, please-"

His grip tightened, his thumb pressing into the pulse at my wrist. His voice dropped lower, rougher, all heat and filth.

"You beg so pretty Yara. Makes me think of how good you'd look begging for me to ruin you"

I tilted my head up to him, a scoff leaving my mouth as I attempted to yank my wrist from his hand but it refused to budge "for someone so desperate to put me in my place, you sure like to talk about it more than actually doing it" my voice dripped with lustful venom but it only made his smirk deepen.

His grip tightened enough to make my wrist ache, his voice a rough whisper against my ear. "Keep running that pretty mouth Yara. I'll fuck the attitude right out of you" heat flashed through me. "Let go" i snapped, hating the unsteadiness in my voice.

Alejandro chuckled "now why would I do that when you look so fucking pretty squirming for me?"

I swallowed, struggling to ignore the way my body reacted to him. All I could do now was quickly change the subject "just give them back you idiot!" I said ripping my wrist from his grip. Before I could process anything, he gripped my wrist again, this time yanking me partially onto him. I pinned my hand on his thigh to try and find balance, trying to yank away my arm but with no success.

He then let go of my wrist, his hand finding its way to my face, playing with the strands of my hair in front of my face. He gave me a chance to pull away from him, but I didn't. My hand was still glued to his thigh, my body still close to his, but this time he wasn't making me.

Alejandro smirked lightly, seeing I wasn't moving "What's wrong, baby? You were so eager to move just a second ago" I tried to glare, but my breath was shook. His smirk was deadly and it only confirmed he wasn't giving them back to me that easily. I wanted to scream. But before I could retaliate, Jasmine returned. And I was still leaning toward him. I quickly took my hand off of him and pulled away from his body.

Her eyes widened. "Uh...what the fuck is going on?"

I froze.

Alejandro didn't.

He took a slow sip of wine, smirking as he draped his arm over the back of my chair.

My stomach plummeted. "It's not-"

She cut me off, her jaw dropping. "Were you just feeling him up?"

I choked. "No!"

Alejandro exhaled, shaking his head like he was disappointed. "She was being rather persistent, wouldn't let go of me"

I whipped my head toward him, glaring daggers. "I- you lia-"

Jasmine gaped at me. "Yara!"

I scrambled for an excuse. "He, um, he had something on his trousers"

Jasmine wrinkled her nose. "So you were touching his thigh?"

I nodded stiffly. "Yes. But only because there was a stain......"

Alejandro's lips twitched. "taking care of me, hm? That's cute Yara"

I kicked him under the table.

He only mused at my embarrassment.

Jasmine narrowed her eyes. Sitting back down.

"Alright, enough of your little tantrum, princess. Get in the car. Unless you're planning on walking home in those heels?"

His smirk deepened, watching me get off my chair. His eyes following me from head to toe.

"Good girl" satisfied with how quickly I listened to him.

Heat shot straight up my face.

I glared at him. "I hate you"

Jasmine nudged me, barely holding back a grin. "You are so in trouble" I groaned, shoving her toward the door.

As we reached the car, Jasmine turned to Alejandro with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"You know, for someone who walks around like a mafia boss, I half expected you to drive something ridiculous" she said, eyeing his sleek black car. "Like....I don't know, a Batmobile" I had been silently trying to pretend Alejandro didn't exist, focusing on anything but him until that comment slipped out of Jasmine's mouth. Before I could stop myself, I let out a laugh.

Big mistake.

The moment the sound left me, I bit my lip, but it was too late. Alejandro's eyes snapped to mine, his smirk widening like he'd just won something.

"Good to know you do think about me princess" he drawled, leaning against the car like he had all the time in the world. "I'm flattered"

I rolled my eyes. "Don't get ahead of yourself. I was laughing at Jasmine's joke"

Jasmine grinned. "I don't know, Yara. Sounds like you've been secretly wondering about Alejandro's choice in transportation" Then she gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like she'd just uncovered some great secret. "Do you fantasise about him in a cape? Be honest" I couldn't believe her, it was like she was only here to embarrass me.

"I think she fantasises about much worse. Is that right Yara?"

"I hate both of you" Alejandro opened the passenger door for me, still grinning as he murmured "No, you don't"

I huffed and slid into the passenger seat, refusing to look at Alejandro as I buckled myself in. I could still feel the heat of his stare, amusement practically radiating off him. Jasmine plopped into the backseat, still grinning like an idiot. As Alejandro settled into the driver's seat, he adjusted his cuffs, the movement casual, too casual. "So" he mused as he started the engine "should I be expecting a Bat Signal in the sky next time you need me, mi amor?"

I crossed my arms and glared out the window. "I'd rather set myself on fire than call you for help"

Jasmine gasped dramatically from the backseat. "Yara! So violent" She leaned forward, resting her elbows between the two front seats. "You should call him, though. He'd definitely show up"

Alejandro glanced at me, his voice smooth and laced with something smug. "Would you call me, princess?" My jaw clenched. No way in hell was I answering that.

I scoffed. Ignoring him.

"You do remember that conversation we had about attitude?" He jeered before staring up the car. My whole body was heating up just thinking about the warning he gave me

As soon as Alejandro pulled up to our house, Jasmine wasted no time unbuckling her seatbelt. She stretched, letting out a dramatic sigh and saying goodnight before leaving.

I yanked at the door handle but it didn't budge.

My stomach flipped.

I turned to Alejandro, heart pounding, skin burning, but he just sat there, exuding dangerous calm. His hands carelessly draped over his thighs, his fingers tapping against his pants like he had all the patience in the world.

Like he knew I wasn't going anywhere.

"Unlock the door" My voice was sharp, laced with frustration I didn't want him to hear.

Alejandro didn't move "No"

My jaw clenched. "Alejandro I'm not play-"

He moved so fast I barely registered it. One moment, he was lounging, infuriatingly relaxed, and the next, his hand was on my thigh, gripping just enough to make me feel it. Enough to make my heart go crazy.

I froze.

"I said no, mi amor" he murmured. Heat coiled low in my stomach.

I was pissed. Furious. And yet, my body reacted to him like it always did, like it belonged to him before I even had a say in the matter. His fingers flexed on my thigh, slow and possessive. "So eager to run" he mused, his voice low, thick and dangerous. "But where would you go? Hm?" I swallowed, refusing to move, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. He leaned in, his breath hot against my cheek. "You think I don't know exactly what you need?" His grip tightened, just enough to make my thighs clench. "You think I don't feel how badly you want me to put you in your place?"

A sharp exhale left my lips.

"I don't need shit from you" I shot back, my voice breathy, embarrassingly unconvincing. He chuckled, dark and low, and fuck, it vibrated through me.

"Lie to yourself all you want, cariño" he murmured. "But your body?" His fingers dragged higher, teasing the edge of where I wanted him most. "This pretty little cunt...." He moved further "......It knows exactly who it belongs to. It knows exactly what it needs" I forced myself to glare up at him. "You know what I need?" I asked, voice saccharine, sweet.

Alejandro smirked. "I do"

I leaned in, letting my lips hover next to his neck, letting my breath ghost over him "Then give me my fucking panties back" I whispered into his ear.

Alejandro's smirk deepened, pure arrogance dripping from every inch of him.

"You want them back?" His hand slid into my hair, his fingers pulling me back from my scalp, just enough for me to look into his eyes "Then come get them"

My stomach flipped. "What do you mean"

"I mean I'll give them to you at my place" he said dropping his hand from my hair.

"You're unbelievable. Why can't I just get them now Alejandro?"

He tilted his head, gaze dark and dangerous. "Are you coming or not then princess?"

I scoffed, crossing my arms even as my pulse pounded in my throat. "N-.......Fine....." I said. I didn't know if I said yes because I wanted my underwear back or because I wanted to spend more time with him.

The second the words left my mouth, Alejandro's smirk turned downright predatory.

"There you go, princess" he murmured, starting up the car again. What had I just agreed to? Heat curled in my stomach, thick and undeniable, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. I turned my gaze to the window, pretending to be uninterested, but Alejandro wasn't having it.

His grip tightened on the wheel. "Don't act shy now, Yara" he drawled, his voice dark, teasing. "You made your choice"

I swallowed hard, keeping my expression neutral. "I can still change my mind"

Alejandro let out a low chuckle, slow and full of promise. "No, you can't. You won't"

"Well-"

"Shh" he interrupted. "You're making my dick so hard for you, Yara. And I don't plan on letting you out of this car until you remember who's in charge"

I swallowed, fighting the urge to squirm in my seat. "You're delusional if you think I'm just going to roll over for you"

His smile deepened, the edges of it sharp and knowing. "Keep pretending you're not ready for this, princesa. But when we get to my place? You'll beg for it. I'll make you beg for it"

The words hit me like a jolt of electricity, traveling straight between my legs. Maybe I wanted him to make me beg.

The drive to his place was silent. Before I knew it, I was here, standing in front of Alejandro's penthouse door, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to escape. Once he opened the door I stepped into the spacious place. Alejandro brushed by me and I followed him all the way to his room. Once we got there I crossed my arms, watching as he leaned against the wall.

"So are you going to give them back?" My voice was sharp, unwavering, but inside, my pulse was a traitorous beat.

"You want them?" His voice was low, taunting. "Come and take them" he said taking them from his pocket and dangling them in his fingers.

My jaw clenched. I stalked toward him, reaching for the lace, but just as my fingers brushed the fabric, he pulled them out of reach.

"Try harder" he murmured.

I shot him a glare. "Or you can just give them over like you said"

"I could. But what's the fun in that?"

I lunged again. Alejandro smirked as I tried to snatch my underwear from his grip again, lifting his arm just high enough to keep them out of reach.

"Really?" I huffed, narrowing my eyes. "You're that childish?"

He cocked his head, looking entirely too entertained. "I think the word you're looking for is patient"

I clenched my jaw, frustration burning through me. I tried again, jumping up to grab them. But I barely got my fingers on the lace before his hands were on my waist. A startled gasp left me as he pulled me up fast, wrapping me onto his torso, my legs clenching around him so I wouldn't fall. He smirked at how shocked I looked, instead he sat down on his bed, bringing me down with him. I landed hard on him, straddling his lap, knees digging into the duvet on either side of his hips.

"Put me down-"

And then I felt it.

Him.

Thick. Hard. Pressing exactly where I was soaked for him. I sucked in a sharp breath, my body betraying me, thighs clenching around his waist on pure instinct as his fingers dug into my hips. His smirk was datk as his fingers teased the fabric of my dress where it had already ridden up all the way to my thighs.

"Look at you" he murmured, his voice dipping into something thick and taunting. "Dressed so pretty.....sitting on my cock like a good little slut" my heart beat rose, faster and faster the more he spoke. My hands were on his shoulders, clenching his shirt, trying to ignore the fact that my thighs were wet from my arousal, already making a mess on him.

I forced my chin up, glare sharp. "I didn't ask you to pick me up" I said earning a smirk.

"You feel that?" he murmured, rolling his hips up, grinding against me just enough to send a second of pure heat through my body. "That's you, dripping all over my cock" A strangled noise caught in my throat.

"You come in here talking like you want to leave" he murmured, his voice so sinful, so dark "but your cunt is already riding me through my pants"

I burned.

Fucking burned.

I clenched my fists, nails digging into his shirt. "Go fuck yourself"

Alejandro smirked, slow and knowing, his fingers digging into my hips.

"You'd do it better" he teased.

I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "You're delusional"

His smirk was deadly. "Am I?"

He shifted, gripping my hips harder, forcing me to grind against him, slow and torturous. A sharp whimper tore from my lips. Alejandro groaned, his hands tightening, holding me still against the thick length pressing right up against my slit. "Look at you" he murmured his voice dripping with sin. "Clenching your tight cunt around nothing. So desperate to ride my cock"

"all you have to do is ask Yara" I wanted to murder him. I hated how fucking wet I was for him. I bared my teeth, shoving at his chest. "Give me my fucking panties back and let me down" He chuckled, low, cruel. "You want them?" His hands traced slowly up my thighs. "Earn them. Get on your knees and earn them for me Yara" his voice sounded husky with need.

I swallowed, my pulse pounding. "You're a piece of shit"

Alejandro just smiled.

"You're practically begging to stain my cock next, aren't you?"

I send him a bitter smile, slow and defiant "you wish" I bite out, rolling my hip just to momentarily fuck with him. His fingers flex harder, bruising my ass, and that wicked grin of his splits wider, daring me to push him further.

"Kiss me baby" he orders, voice a low, dangerous rumble, his lips hovering so close I can see hunger in them.

"Earn it" I fire back. His laugh is pure deadly, vibrating from his chest into mine. "Earn it? You cocky little girl, I'll have you choking on me soon enough"

"I doubt it" I teased, enjoying how much I could see him being set off by my words. His hand teasingly comes up to my face, his thumb caressing my jaw "Kiss me Yara, or I'll fuck that smart mouth raw until you're gagging on my cum" Heat explodes through me, my stomach fluttering. I can feel his cock, thick and pulsing under me. My lips part, a shaky breath slipping out, and he squeezes my jaw more firmly, his patience shredding.

"Do it" he husks, eyes locked on mine, wild and unhinged as I look up at him, lust and desire dancing within me. "Kiss me princess, or I'll ruin you right here" that was enough to make me break, I missed his touch, I missed his lips on mine, I missed him so fucking much.

I slammed my mouth into his, all heat and desire as I dive in. He groans against my lips. My hands grip his hair. My pussy clenches, spilling more wet heat onto his lap.

"There we go" he rasps, breaking off to bite my lip bloody, his voice thick with triumph. "You taste so fucking good" I don't answer before slamming my lips into his again, causing him to chuckle against me. His mouth owns mine, a punishing clash of lips and tongue, devouring me with a feral touch. He sucks my lower lip hard, then shoves his tongue deeper, claiming every inch. Then, with a sudden, brutal move, he breaks the kiss. His hands shift, grabbing my hips and he flips me off his lap and onto the bed. I hit the bed hard, bouncing once on the mattress. Before I can react, he's over me, his frame caging me in.

I squirm, pushing up on my elbows, defiance flickering in my glare, but he doesn't budge. His hands slam down beside my head, the veins in his arms flexing as he leans in close, his breath hot against my face. His lips curl into a smirk.

"Stay the night" he says, voice low and roughh less of a question than a demand. His lips twitch, like he knows I'm caught, like he's already won. I freeze under him, my mind kicking into a spiral. I kissed him. I gave in, let his tongue claim me, let him flip me onto this bed like some willing toy. I was supposed to hate him, supposed to keep up the act. But I didn't, I melted right in front of him. A shy flush creeps up my neck after seeing the wet area on his trousers from my cunt. He chuckles "What's this? Getting shy now princess?" I glare back at him, attempting to bring that icy look I always gave him back but it was of no use he knew I didn't truly hate him now  "You can act like you hate me all you want, Yara, but your pussy's still soaking my sheets"

"I-......" he brushes my hair away from my face.

"Stay the night Yara" he says, gentle "Please baby"

I swallow, throat tight and finally I mutter my reply "Just one night" My voice is small, barely steady I wanted to stay I wanted to be with him. I continued to let out a weak excuse "It's late and I'm tired" He nods, slow, a smirk tugging at his mouth like he knows I'm somewhat lying. "Alright" He shifts off me, giving me space. I watch as he walks into his walk in wardrobe and comes back a few minutes later, with a shirt in his hand.

"Here" he says throwing it next to me on my bed.

"....thanks" I say, taking the shirt. He just stares at me with his captivating eyes, calculating me.

"Can you turn around" he raises a brow.

"I've seen your tits before love" I calmed my racing heart down.

"Please" he shakes his head before turning around. I waste no time to take off my dress and slip on the shirt he has given me. it was big enough to cover my thighs.

"You can turn around now" I said, and he did. He watched as I tucked myself into the duvet. I watched as he took off his shirt and then his watch before walking over to the bed. I make sure to slide over to the far end. My skin's still warm from earlier, a lingering heat I can't ignore and my cheeks flush as I try to shrink away. Alejandro drops in beside me, the bed sinking as he sprawls out.

"You're hugging the damn edge, Yara" he says, voice low.

"What's that about?"

I swallow, my throat tight, and mutter "Maybe I just don't want to be near you"

"That's not what you were saying when you were grinding against my lap" he teases."Bet you're still wet, scaredf I'll feel it if you come any closer?"

My breath catches, and I snap "Shut up"

"Come on baby" I hesitate at first but my shyness starts to crack. Slowly, reluctantly, I uncurl a little, scooting until I'm closer to him, my shoulder brushing him. He doesn't move, just waits for me and with a shaky breath, I give in, letting my head rest on his chest. I felt at ease. It felt so good finally being able to feel him, touch him, allow him to comfort me.

His arm drops around me, heavy and warm, and he chuckles low. "That's it cariño" hus voice is smug but soft, his fingers tracing lazy lines on my back. He shifts slightly, his chest rising with a deep breath. "Yara" he murmurs, almost a whisper, his fingers pausing where they'd been tracing. "I'm sorry baby. For all of it, the shit I put you through, the pain I caused. I was a dick and I know it" I don't move, don't speak. My eyes stay fixed on the tattoo on his chest, my breath catching as his words sink in. He was asking for me to forgive him, I wasn't sure if i was ready to.

Hi voice is raw and pleading, different from the mask he usually wears. "Please" he says, quieter, making my heart ache. "Forgive me. I'd take it all back if I could, every fucking second I hurt you" My heart twists. I can feel it, the sting of old memories, the bruises he left behind. His arm tightens just a fraction, holding me like he's scared I'll slip away.

"I don't deserve you" he adds, voice breaking a little "but I'm nothing without you Yara. Nothing" I stay silent, my throat too thick to form words. I can feel my eyes burning with pain, pain from all the memories I tried to bury. I don't pull away, don't forgive out loud, just lie there, pressed to his chest, letting the quiet stretch as his heartbeat thumps beneath me, steady against the chaos inside.

I don't say anything at first. My fingers skim over the bare skin of his chest, tracing the ink there without thinking. The warmth of him seeps into me, and I hate how easy it is to relax against him, how familiar it feels.

Alejandro's heartbeat is steady beneath my ear, but the way he's holding me like I'm something fragile, something he's terrified of losing tells me everything I need to know.

I swallow, my throat tight. "It still hurts" I murmur. "Everything you did, everything you said"

"I know baby" he breathes. "I fucking know"

I force myself to look up at him. "You broke me, Alejandro"

His jaw clenches. His eyes burn with something dark, something wrecked. "Then let me fix you" he says, voice rough. "Let me fix us"

My throat tightens even more but I force the words out, barely above a whisper. "Don't say that"

Alejandro tenses beneath me. Just for a second. Then his hand moves again, tracing soft patterns down my spine. "Why not?"

I swallow hard, my voice thick with exhaustion. "Because you always ruin it"

A silence stretches between us, heavy, suffocating. His fingers pause, then resume their slow, steady caress. Like he's trying to soothe something broken inside me.

He exhales, the sound barely audible. "Not this time, Yara. I promise I won't ruin us again"

I don't answer. I can't. Sleep is pulling me under, dragging me into the quiet as he caresses my head.

And just before I slip away, I hear it, soft, raw. "I love you" I wanted to say it back but the words wouldn't come out, I was too afraid, too afraid that I'd give him my whole heart and he'd crush it again like he always did.

I loved him but I wasn't ready to accept it.

A/n

Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Again, sorry for the very late update. I'll try to be less lazy next time lol. I was honestly just trying to figure out what things I could include in this chapter which took me forever 😭