Tease Me(19)

It faltered for just a second, but I saw it. He had no fucking clue what he was going to do with me.

“You have to listen to me. Stay in the house, stay quiet.”

I nodded. “For how long? Forever?”

Alejandro pursed his lips. “We will have to see about that.”

I picked up my glass and took a drink. The water was cold and had a hint of lemon. I set it back on the table, running my finger through the wet ring it had left on the surface. “I can do that,” I finally said. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t going to be that bad as long as I listened to Alejandro.

The cook brought us food: enchiladas, rice, and beans. I devoured mine and ate another serving. Though I was still scared shitless, sitting here in an expensive dress across the table from Alejandro made me feel more like a guest than a prisoner.

“I assume you are tired,” Alejandro said when he finished his meal. He wiped his mouth and stood. His black shirt clung to his muscular body. I looked him over, unable to help the way my stomach fluttered.

Good Lord, the man was attractive.

“Exhausted,” I said and stood as well.

“Then goodnight,” he said simply and turned. “You will be locked in your room. Don’t think about escaping. That, I can promise you chica, will force me to hurt you.”





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I dreamed about Alejandro. In the dream, he burst into the trailer I had been thrown into, yelling at his men in Spanish. I couldn’t understand a word of what he was saying, but I knew he was there to rescue me. With a gun slung over his shoulder and a little blood on his face, he was irresistible. He scooped me up and carried me to a bed where he threw me down, ripped off my clothes, and fucked the shit out of me.

I woke up with a wet and throbbing pussy.

I sat up, running my hands over my face. My heart was beating fast, and I was a little out of breath. The image of Alejandro, naked and standing over me, lingered in my mind. Dream-Alejandro had a big dick, of course, and he knew exactly how to make me come in seconds.

I flopped back down against the pillows. The sun was low in the sky, leaving me to believe it was early in the morning. What time did the sun rise in Mexico? It couldn’t be that different from when it rose in Indiana.

I hooked my arm around a fluffy pillow and closed my eyes. I was wet and warm. I wanted to be filled, to be stroked and touched and fucked. I hadn’t felt this turned on in days, weeks even.

I turned and looked at the door. There was most likely someone standing out there. Had I moaned out loud in my sleep? I’d come so hard I was screaming in the dream. I pushed my thighs together. There was no way I’d be able to fall back asleep.

Unless…

No. There was someone in the hall. And Alejandro was just a few doors down from me. I didn’t know what room was his, actually. He could be in the room next to mine for all I knew. Maybe he had heard me.

The thought turned me on even more for some reason. I turned back over and bent my knees up, and I deviously smiled. Never in a million years would I have thought I would be lying in a bed in Alejandro Calaveras’s house, horny and wanting to fuck.

Alejandro was dangerous. He was rich. He was the most powerful drug lord in all of Mexico. And he was completely fuck-tastic.

My hand swept across the sheets, fingers slipping under the hem of the nightgown he had given me. I didn’t even realize what I was doing. My eyes closed. I let my head fall to the side when I touched my swollen clit.

I opened my mouth, a tiny gasp escaping my lips.

You have to listen to me.

Alejandro’s words echoed through my mind. I flicked my fingers up. Yes, oh fucking yes. I pressed against myself again. The pleasure ran through me. I was already turned on, ready to go from the dream. I slipped two fingers inside of me and rubbed my clit with my thumb. I replayed the scene from my dream in my mind.

My thighs quivered when I imagined Alejandro bursting into the trailers. My abs tightened, and my mouth opened, sucking in air. I was close. I turned my head to the side, curling the pillow around my face. I was so wet. The warmth took me over, and I came, the orgasm running down my legs, curling my toes.

I let out a moan, riding it out. I put my hand on my stomach and smiled. Oh my God, I hadn’t come like that in…in fuck…months. Years even. I pulled the blankets back over me and turned, facing the window.

And then I drifted back into a peaceful sleep.





Chapter 10: Alejandro





I couldn’t get Ellie Morgan off my mind. She was fighting a mixture of emotions, from stubbornness to sheer terror. I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly it was about her that made her so appealing.

I turned on the shower, thinking it over. She was an American police officer, which made her an enemy. Though alone, the woman didn’t pose much of a threat. The repercussions from her kidnapping weren’t anything to take lightly.