Fierce King: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (L.A. Ruthless Series Book 1)
Fierce King: Chapter 22

Alana and I had eaten dinner and I’d suggested we go to bed with the intention of fucking her senseless, but she had seen that some movie she loved was on TV and had pleaded with me to watch it.

I’d agreed and had regretted it almost instantly. It was some God-awful, chick flick about college roommates who spent most of their lives getting wasted.

I lay on the bed scrolling through my cell phone and she lay with her head at the other end, propped up on her elbows and laughing out loud every five minutes.

I was hardly paying attention when I felt her hand on my thigh. ‘Are you not enjoying the movie,’ she asked me.

‘No. It’s fucking awful. I never did that whole college thing, going out and getting borracho every weekend.’

‘Well, neither did I. But it’s just a film,’ she shrugged.

‘But, you went to college?’ I narrowed my eyes at her.

‘I did. But I never did any of that other stuff. I had to work on my father’s campaign almost every weekend.’

She turned off the TV and then she looked up at me with those huge brown eyes of hers as she stretched out on the bed.

‘So you never went out and got drunk most weekends like a regular college student?’ I asked her.

‘I did a few times,’ she said with a shrug. ‘And I used to go to this great club in New York with my friend, Kelsey. I only went a few times though. Not nearly as much as I should have.’

‘You wished you’d gone out and got drunk a little more?’

‘I wish I’d danced more. I love dancing. I don’t think I danced enough,’ she said as she stared at me. Suddenly, she seemed sad and I had an unfamiliar urge to want to make her feel better.

I stood and took hold of her hand, pulling her up from the bed. ‘You love dancing? Then let’s go dancing.’

‘What? Now?’ she laughed.

‘Yes. Now.’

‘But, it’s late.’

‘It’s ten pm!’

‘I have nothing to wear.’

‘We’re only going to a club. A short skirt and a tank top will do just fine.’ I slapped her on the ass. ‘Now go get changed and I’ll take you dancing.’

She gave me one of those wide, genuine smiles and wiggled her ass as she walked to the bathroom. I felt my dick twitching as I watched her.

What the fuck was I doing?

We walked through to the private, VIP area of the club and I slid into the booth behind Alana. A waitress brought over two ice buckets containing a bottle of champagne and a bottle of vodka, along with a jug of ice and some glasses.

Alana looked around wide eyed. ‘This is nothing like the clubs I’m used to,’ she shouted over the thumping music.

I couldn’t help but smile at her. The Naked Flame was the hottest club in L.A. Even on a weekday night it was bouncing.

It was a hot spot for the L.A elite. People with more money than sense thought nothing of dropping a few thousand dollars a night in the place.

Something about having Alana sitting next to me in the crowded club, in her tiny little skirt was making me crazy.

I leaned into her ear. ‘Take off your panties,’ I growled.

She blinked at me in shock. ‘Here?’

I nodded. ‘Si. Here. Now.’ I ordered.

She looked around us. The club was packed but we were in the most secluded part of it, and behind a rope which was guarded by four of my men. She chewed on her lower lip for a few seconds and then she discreetly slid her panties off over her hips and down her legs.

I held out my hand and she placed them in my palm. I resisted the urge to press them to my face and inhale her sweet scent. I stuffed them into my pocket instead before pouring us each a glass of champagne.

She sipped hers delicately as she continued looking around the club. ‘I love people watching,’ she said with a smile.

‘Aren’t you going to dance for me, princess?’ I winked at her.

She laughed out loud. ‘I think I’ll need a few more of these first,’ she said as she held up her glass.

‘Then drink up. There’s plenty more where that came from. Or are you unable to handle your champagne as well as your whisky?’

She glared at me and licked her lower lip. I knew she’d see that as a challenge. Then she chugged back the whole drink and held her glass out to me for a refill. I filled it for her and watched as she leaned back against the seat with a smile on her face.

I looked down at her legs. Her skirt was so short, it barely covered her ass cheeks when she was sitting. Suddenly, all I could think about was that beautiful, bare pussy just inches away from me.

I put an arm around her shoulder and turned my body towards hers before sliding my free hand between her thighs, running my fingertips over her warm, soft skin.

She gasped aloud and I saw the champagne glass trembling in her hand.

I slid my hand up further until I reached her pussy and slid two fingers through her wet folds. I leaned closer to her, my body shielding her from view as I slipped a finger inside her and she groaned loudly.

‘Alex, please don’t,’ she gasped.

‘Don’t what, princess?’ I growled.

‘Please don’t make me come in the middle of this club.’

I brushed my thumb over her clit and she shivered. ‘Relax, princess. No-one can see us here,’ I said as I kissed her neck.

‘They might have security cameras,’ she panted as I slowly slid my finger in and out of her dripping wet opening.

‘They don’t. Not here.’

‘How do you know that?’

‘Because this is my club.’

‘Oh? But still. Can’t we wait until we get home?’ She gasped as she placed her glass on the table and held onto my forearm, her fingertips digging into my flesh, as though that might be enough to deter me.

I glared at her. ‘You seem to forget who’s in charge here, princess.’

She glared right back. ‘I haven’t forgotten. How could I? But, I can’t help but wonder why you have a booth in your club with no security cameras. And I’m your wife, not one of your many conquests who will happily let you fuck them in the middle of your nightclub.’

I felt the anger coursing through me. I didn’t do public displays of any kind – with anyone. Finger fucking a woman in the middle of my club was a first for me, and it pissed me off more than I would care to admit that she assumed I’d done it with others before her.

I closed my eyes and sucked on my top lip. Alana was getting too close. I was letting my guard down with her and what was even worse than that, was that she knew it too. And that was dangerous. I couldn’t allow her to call the shots.

Not now.

Not ever.

I grazed my lips across her ear. ‘You honestly think being my wife means that you mean any more to me than all of those other women before you?’ I growled. ‘Now, open your legs and let me inside what’s mine.’

She glared at me, her chin tilted in defiance. She knew she could walk away if she chose to. But I watched in satisfaction as she blinked back the tears and submitted to me.

Suddenly, I felt like the devil she believed me to be.

But this was necessary. I couldn’t allow her to go on thinking that there was anything more to our relationship than just sex.

She parted her thighs and I kept her shielded from view as I slipped a second finger inside her. I watched as she bit down on her lip as her walls clenched around me, demanding more.

‘You’re dripping wet already, Alana. You’re going to enjoy this,’ I growled. ‘I’m going to make you come for me, princess, even if you’re determined not to.’

She groaned as she tipped her head back and her legs parted even further for me. I worked my fingers in and out of her soaking wet channel and she moaned in pleasure.

My cock throbbed painfully, desperate to get inside her too. It was fucking weeping for her and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

Fuck! This woman did things to me that I couldn’t control and I didn’t know how to deal with it.

For a moment, I thought about how easy it would be to pull her to straddle me, take out my cock and have her ride me right here in the privacy of our booth. Suddenly, that image was the only thing I could think about. And because I had spent so much time inside her these past few weeks, I knew exactly how it would feel to have her squeezing my length the way she was squeezing my fingers right now.

Despite how much I wanted that, I knew it was too much of a gamble. I was already taking a risk doing this in the middle of my nightclub. We were in a discreet booth and my men would shield us from prying eyes but there was always the chance that a paparazzi with a long lens had somehow sneaked in here.

But, despite the risks, I couldn’t stop myself.

I finger fucked her right there in the booth and while I felt like a bastard for doing it, I felt like a king too. Alana was mine and she would do whatever the fuck I told her to do when I told her to do it.

She leaned her head against my shoulder as her orgasm threatened and I heard her whimper against me.

I should have kissed her. I should have stroked her hair with my other hand, but I didn’t.

I rubbed my thumb over her clit and brought her to a shuddering orgasm. Then, I pulled my fingers out of her and sucked her sweet cream from them. ‘Your coño is so fucking good, princesa, you’re lucky I don’t spread you open on this table and eat you out right here.’

She lifted her head and looked up at me, her cheeks flushed pink and her eyes wide.

‘I told you, you’d enjoy it,’ I said with a grin.

She glared at me, and then she straightened her skirt and stood up. ‘I’m going to dance.’

I stood too.

‘Alone,’ she snapped.

I scowled at her. The thought of her walking into that mass of bodies in that tiny skirt, no panties and with her cream dripping out of her made me feel like an animal. The prospect of anyone even being near to her right now made me feel a rage inside me like I’d never felt before.

I didn’t recognize the feeling and I didn’t like it.

‘You go down there with me, or you have a team of bodyguards around you instead. It’s your call, princess,’ I warned her.

She frowned at me. ‘Fine,’ she said and then she stalked off to the dance floor with me on her heels.

What the fuck was happening? I didn’t chase women!

She wormed her way through the throng of people until she found a spot she seemed happy with. I tried not to react when other bodies touched hers – I told myself it was inevitable on the crowded dance floor .

As soon as she started to dance, the music changed to something with a slow, heavy bass and her body moved in perfect rhythm to it.

I didn’t dance much as a rule. Fuck, I never danced, but there was something about watching her that was hypnotizing. I suspected she wouldn’t want my hands on her after what had just happened, but this wasn’t the kind of song you danced to alone, and I’d be fucked if I would let anyone else anywhere near her.

I slid my hands onto her hips and she looked up into my eyes as she moved against me.

I might have just put on an epic power display up in the privacy of our booth, but there was no doubting that she had it all now.

I slipped my hands onto her ass as her hips grinded against mine. She lifted her arms into the air as she danced, and I moved one of my hands from her ass to caress her throat with my fingertips. My fingers still smelled of her sweet cream and now she had the scent on her neck too. I buried my face there as our bodies moved in time to the music.

My cock strained uncomfortably in my trousers and I growled against her as I pulled her closer to me, dragging her body across my rock hard erection.

She smiled at me. ‘Were you this possessive over all of those other women before me too, Alejandro?’ she purred in my ear.

Fuck! She had me.

‘No,’ I growled and then pressed my face against her neck. I bit into the tender flesh and sucked hard enough to make her cry out. I’d never been this fucking turned on before in my life. Despite us both being fully clothed, this was as close to fucking as two people could possibly get.

I brushed my lips against her ear. ‘I need to get you home. Because I might just fucking die if I don’t get my cock inside you soon.’

I wondered if she’d resist me after what I’d done earlier, and if she did, I wasn’t averse to picking her up and carrying her out of there, but she nodded at me, her eyes full of heat and desire.

‘Okay,’ she breathed.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd of people until we reached the entrance.

‘Car is outside, Boss,’ one of my men said as we reached the door.

I nodded my thanks and we walked to the waiting limousine. Jacob opened the door for us and she stepped in first, pulling her skirt down at the back as she did to hide her bare pussy from view. Not that anyone but me would have seen it, because I wouldn’t let anyone else get even a glimpse of her.

I climbed in behind her and she slid across the seat, as far away from me as she could get, but with a wicked grin on her face. I followed her as Jacob closed the door behind us.

Kneeling on the floor in front of her, I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her roughly to me. Her legs parted around my body and her skirt rode further up her thighs, exposing her to me so I could see her beautiful pussy dripping with her cream.

I could smell her sweet scent and couldn’t wait to bury my tongue and then my cock in her.

‘Alex,’ she panted and I smiled.

I hadn’t liked her calling me Alejandro in the club. ‘Yes, princess?’