Corrupt - Elena M. Reyes Page 0,26
A tiny kiss above my ear. “You’re not ready for me yet, Solimar. We’re just here to talk.”
“Talk in your room?”
“Talk in my bed.” Alejandro doesn’t give me a chance to protest or deny his request, and on my next intake of breath, I find myself swept off my feet. He’s cradling me against his hard body, and I can’t help myself, burying my face in his neck so I can drown in his scent.
“I could’ve walked, Mr. Lucas.” It’s mumbled, which makes him chuckle, the deep vibration soothing.
“Or ran away.” I can hear the smile in his voice, his tone smug.
“Would I have gotten far?” My smile widens at the ridiculousness my life has become, but I still can’t regret being here. “Would you have let me?”
“No.” No shame. No hesitation. A few steps inside and I’m deposited in the middle of what I’m sure is a cloud. Even the beds at the presidential home aren’t this comfortable, and I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the mattress.
Alejandro moves away from me but doesn’t go far. He’s at the foot of the bed now, hands on the strap of my sandal that he carefully removes, first one and then the other, his thumb running up and down the top of my shins a few times before the mattress dips.
My eyes open and I take in this beautiful man crawling up the bed to where I am, his eyes taking in my expression. He’s hovering over me, so close that if I sit up just a bit, I could kiss him, but I don’t.
Instead, I wait.
Wait a little more.
And just when I don’t think I can stand the heated stare or the feel of him this close, Alejandro shakes his head with a grin and lays a tiny kiss at the corner of my lips. “Breathe, Solimar.”
“You’re trouble, Mr. Lucas.”
“I’m much more than that,” he says, moving to lie beside me but leaves a hand on my hip. His strong grip turns me to face him. “But that’s something you’ll see soon enough.”
“You’re confusing me.”
“Not trying to.” At my arched brow he snorts, a sound I would’ve never thought a man like him would make. “I’m just a man getting to know a beautiful woman.”
That’s a lie. We’ll never be average people.
“You know who I am, Alejandro. Know the men in my family better than I do.” My voice is low—a little worried, and yet his expression remains the same. No fear. No concern.
A tsk comes from him before he brings a hand up to cup my cheek. “You’re nothing like them.”
“How do you know? How do I know you aren’t just using me?” It’s my biggest fear. That he’ll use my attraction against me. That he’ll break my heart if I let him in.
“Because had that been the case, I would’ve fucked you the very next day and sent you home with my come dripping down your thighs.” A gasp escapes me, and I both want to smack him for the crudeness and slide a little closer because his dirty mouth is a turn-on. I’m in so much trouble. “I’m not a liar, Miss Quintero. With me, you’ll always know where you stand.”
I nod, but my lips purse. “Were you there at Codicia to meet me?”
“No. I was there on business.”
“Okay…” I let out the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding in “…I believe you.”
“Just like that?”
“Somewhat. This is me giving you the benefit of the doubt.”
“Thank you,” Alejandro says, rubbing his thumb across my skin before tipping my face slightly up. “And here’s my truth in return…that night was the first time I’ve ever paid attention to anyone in your family that isn’t an adult male. Your mother, younger brother, and you didn’t exist.” My lips part, the questions sitting on the tip of my tongue, but he shakes his head. “Let me finish.”
“Okay.”
“It was a shock to the system to learn who you were, but nothing changed for me. That beautiful dancing flower with the sassy smile and sinful body caught my eye; I wanted more. More of you. A taste. To feel you writhe beneath my touch.” Long fingers grip the back of my neck, holding me in place. “So I chased you knowing who you are because I don’t care. Your last name means shit in the grand scheme of things, Solimar. I want you.”
“Oh God,” I moan, goose bumps breaking out across my fevered flesh at his admission. I believe him; there’s