Mia's Return (4 page)

One hand slid down to press her against
him, low against the back of her hip. The other slid into her hair
and held her head steady. She needed it. She was dizzy, her pussy
slick with sudden, shocking arousal. She moaned into his mouth and
wound her arms around his neck, trying to inhale him. She wanted
more, much more.

She could feel his cock rear between
them and welcomed it. She rubbed herself against its length,
wanting it inside her.

Alexander let her go and she staggered
back a step. He was breathing hard. “Do you understand now?” he
said quietly. “If I start, there’s a real chance I might not stop
and what
I
want to do to you is beyond your wildest
imaginings, sweet Mia. I’ll corrupt your soul.”

“You might be surprised.” Her voice was
hoarse.

“There’s very little left in this world
that can surprise me,” Alexander said bitterly.

“I love you,” she said softly. “Does
that surprise you?”

He groaned and covered his eyes with
his hands. Abruptly, he turned and walked into the shadows and was
gone.

He didn’t return for two weeks. Mia
graduated high school in that time. She was standing in the kitchen
area, washing dishes, her mind drifting with the bubbles when he
slid into the corner of her vision. She held back her gasp of
surprise and wiped her hands on the towel, trying to get her heart
back under control.

Even at ten in the morning, Alexander
looked drained. Haunted.

“Alex—”

He held up a hand. “Let me speak first.
Then you can call me what you want.”

“There’s no one home but me,” she
warned.

“I know.” He took a breath. “If Juan
knew I was here, he’d kill me. He saw us the night of your
birthday. He agreed to leave you out of it if I never saw or spoke
to you again.”

She drew in a shaky breath. “But you’re
his superior. I don’t know how it all works but I know that
much.”

“You’re his sister. Hierarchy doesn’t
count when it comes to blood.” He pushed a hand through his hair.
“There are other…issues. I’m going to have to leave town. There’s a
man from…well, elsewhere. Zachariah. I think I can arrange
something with him. I’ll spare you the details. But I have to go.”
His blue eyes pinned her to the spot, as they glittered with
intensity. “I’m here to say goodbye.”

Extraordinary calm came over her. “Take
me with you.”

Alexander shook his head. Slowly. “We’d
be hunted by everyone. Juan will never rest. He’ll have the
commission out looking for us and we’d never be able to stop
running.”

“Then marry me. Juan can’t argue with
that.”

He stared at her.

She had her first moment of doubt.
“Unless…you don’t want to, that is. I’m sorry. I just assumed…idiot
me…” She turned back to the sink, dying inside.

He turned her around, rough and fast.
“For god’s sake, don’t look like that. I’d marry you in a
heartbeat, if I thought it’d actually solve anything. But I still
don’t know if you realize what you’d be getting into if you came
with me. You don’t know who I am. Not really.”

“I have ears. You think people don’t
talk? My brothers mix with bad blood, too. I hear things.”

“No, not the business stuff,” he said,
his voice rasping. “All this time you’ve been playing a dangerous
game with me, not knowing who it is you’ve been toying with.”

“You’re wrong,” she said, her heart
fluttering.

He moved quickly, pushing her up
against the counter and bending her over, so that her torso and the
top of her breasts were supported against it. Her ass was pushed up
against him and she gasped.

“You think so, hmmm?” he crooned, his
voice low, suddenly dark with promise. His hands slid down to rest
on her ass, then spread out and around to grip her hips.

She shivered. What was this? Was he
about to fuck her right here in the kitchen? She looked over her
shoulder at him, as her nipples hardened. She didn’t care. Let him.
Her virginity had always been his to take anyway. If this was to be
his parting gift, or her way of convincing him to take her with
him, so be it. “More,” she told him and pressed her hips back
against him. Let him feel her wet pussy through her cotton
skirt.

He groaned and thrust against her and
she could feel his cock lengthen and harden against her ass. She
began to tremble.

“You have a pretty idea of sex and
romance,” he told her. “But it’s a different world where I come
from.” His hands slid up the back of her thighs, making her pant
and her legs shake. He flipped her skirt up across her back and
stroked her ass through her panties, close to her damp cleft. “Sex
is just the beginning.” He grabbed her panties and ripped them from
her.

She gasped, grabbing at the counter,
her pussy rippling as moisture oozed from her. Her clit was
throbbing and she moaned from the ache to have it touched and from
the need to come.

Alexander was roughly pushing her tank
top up her torso now, exposing her breasts. Her grip on the counter
was desperate. Her nails dug into the sides of it and she almost
wept as his big hands cupped her breasts and her rock-hard nipples
brushed against his palms. She arched back as he squeezed them
gently.

“Like this?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” she hissed but it wasn’t enough.
She needed more.

“How about this?” he asked and pulled
her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

She bucked as shafts of electrifying
pleasure bolted straight to her clitoris. She began to pant
again.

His hands smoothed their way down to
between her legs, toward her clitoris. She moaned in anticipation
as one curled over her mons. His fingers slipped between her damp
labia, bumping against her clit, making her twitch and gasp. He
stroked, teasing, not intending to make her come but soaking his
fingers in her juices.

He brought his hands around to her rear
and began to stroke again, gathering juices, then thrusting his
fingers inside her. She moaned, pushing back. “Harder,” she gasped.
“More.”

He pushed another finger inside her and
there was a sharp pain and a small tearing sound that made her
gasp, her eyes widening.

Alexander grew very still. “Jesus
Christ, you’ve never fucked
anyone
,” he breathed.

“You’re asking if I’m a virgin?”

“I think I just took care of that
technicality.” He withdrew his fingers. “Stand up and turn around,”
he said dryly.

She stood up, trembling, letting her
skirt drop around her thighs and turned around, tugging down her
top.

His hand was bloody.

“You didn’t know?” she asked.

“You seemed…knowledgeable.” He moved to
the empty sink and washed his hand.

“Virginity and innocence don’t always
go hand in hand,” she said and this time she knew she was the one
who sounded dry.

“What, you were saving yourself for
me?” he said, his back to her.

“Yes.”

She saw his movements check. Then he
turned to face her. “Why
me
? I’m…rotten.” His expression
grew grim. “Besides, it’s too late, now.”

She nodded. “It’s too late for us but I
still want you. I’ve wanted you for two years. Now I want you to
take me. Will you? For my birthday? I want you to take me in every
perverted way you can think of. In every hole. In every way. By the
time you walk out that door, I don’t want to be a virgin in any
way.”

He swallowed, as sweat suddenly
glistened at his temples. “Good Christ, Mia. Do you know how many
nights I’ve dreamed of doing just that?”

She smiled. “About as many as I’ve
masturbated over and over and wished you would.”

Alexander drew in a shaky breath.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “You’re killing me.”

“Then fuck me and leave, Alex.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know if I
can.”

“What, fuck me?”

“Oh, I can do that,” he breathed. “It’s
the leaving I’m not sure of.”

She smiled.

“You don’t understand,” he said,
drawing her closer to him and wrapping his arms around her. “If I
don’t leave, we could both die. Haven’t you yet realized the
stakes?”

She nodded as understanding dawned in
her. “I do now,” she whispered. Alexander’s drawn face, his great
reluctance to touch her, finally made sense. “Don’t worry about it.
Just fuck me and I will make you leave. I promise I won’t cling to
you afterward.”

“Impossible situation….” he muttered
and rested his head against hers with a sigh.

Mia knew she would have to push
Alexander into acting. He was skewered by his better judgment and
wouldn’t put her at risk by something he did. She was going to have
to do it for him. She lifted her lips the scant inch she needed to
bring them against his and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She
brought her hand up to the back of his head, holding his head
steady and keeping it there, so she could kiss him deeply.

At the same time, she found the tab on
the zipper of his trousers and slipped it undone. She pushed her
hand inside and over the elastic of his boxers. The heat of his
cock guided her. She closed her hand around it and stroked upward,
lightly.

Alex groaned and his hips jerked. He
broke away from her, staring. His chest rose and fell swiftly. He
licked his lips.

Mia pulled off her tank top and dropped
it to the floor. She wore no bra. She pushed her hair back over her
shoulders and stroked her nipples, which stood hard and erect. Alex
watched every move she made.

She reached for the fastening on her
skirt, popped the button undone and let the skirt drop to the
ground around her bare feet in a cotton cloud. Naked, she stepped
toward Alex.

He held up a hand. “A moment,” he said,
his voice hoarse. He’d spoken in Spanish. His gaze swept her from
head to foot. “You’re beautiful,” he pronounced, in English this
time.

She smiled and reached for his belt
buckle. “As good as in your dreams?”

“Better. Your scent… I never remember
your scent right.”

She could see the pulse in his throat
running fast and kissed it as she unbuttoned his shirt and laid it
open. “I love your shirts. I love to rub against them. I have
always itched to take them off you.” She slipped the gossamer
fabric from his shoulders and let it drop to the counter, then
spread her hands over his chest, feeling it rise and fall and the
heat of his skin.

She kissed his flesh between her
fingers, then nipped it with her teeth and heard his little hiss.
He gripped her arms.

“You’re more of a gourmand than I’d
suspected,” he growled. He lifted her to her toes and bent to kiss
her breast.

She held her breath, anticipating the
sensation. His mouth touched the upper slope of her right breast
and his hot tongue rasped across her flesh, as his lips tracked a
moist path slowly down to her hard, erect nipple.

Alex flicked his tongue over the
nipple, a soft swipe. She moaned.

Then he sucked the point of her breast
into his mouth, nipple and all and she cried out, clutching at him
for support as the delicious sensations shot through her. He worked
at her breasts, alternating between the two, biting and teasing for
long minutes while she trembled and turned into a weak and moaning
pillar of lust-crazed nerve-endings. She grew blind and deaf to
everything but what Alex was doing to her and she never wanted him
to stop even though she could barely draw a breath. Her thighs were
coated with her cream, where it seeped from her pussy.

He let go of her arms and slipped one
of his around her back to support her, for she could barely stand
on her own. His other hand drifted down to her abdomen. The muscles
there quivered as he stroked her belly and her hips thrust forward.
She moaned helplessly.

He cupped her labia and Mia gripped
Alex’s shoulders desperately. “No, I’ll come, Alex. I’m too
close.”

He lifted his lips from her breasts.
“Come for me,” he said. He thrust his fingers into her pussy and
kneaded her swollen and throbbing clit with his thumb, using hard,
knowing strokes as he looked into her eyes.

Her orgasm ripped her apart. Her body
bent like a sapling as the hard silvery pleasure wrenched at her.
As she came she felt Alex kiss her, his lips between her
breasts.

He lifted her back to her feet,
withdrawing his fingers from her pussy. “You didn’t scream.” His
voice was low and thick with lust. His eyes looked sleepy.

“I’ve spent so many nights fantasizing
about you fucking me and muffling my screams as I came, I don’t
think I
could
scream even if I wanted to. Not in this
place.”

“Ah…” He smiled and reached for the
opening on his trousers. “I’ll have to see if I can change
that.”

She licked her lips as he stripped and
she saw his cock for the first time. She already knew it was thick
around the shaft and long with a rounded head. Now she studied the
tracery of veins in the shaft, the red coloring with the touch of
purple at the head and the heavy balls beneath.

“Do you want to touch it?” he asked.
“You’ve spent enough time these last months threatening to, after
all.”

She dropped to her knees in front of
him. “Oh yes,” she whispered. “I do.” She coaxed Alex to spread his
legs by gently pressing against the insides of his thighs. She
cupped his testicles and gently squeezed them and was rewarded by
his unsteady indrawn breath. Encouraged, she licked them. The scent
of him, strongly male and musky, was heady.

She forgot about experimentation and
right and wrong and simply followed her instincts. She licked and
probed with her tongue and lips and grew aware of Alex’s hand in
her hair and his hoarse voice guiding her with little moans and
words of encouragement.

She slid her tongue along the length of
his cock and felt his pelvis twitch in response. With a smile, she
stretched her lips and took his cock into her mouth. His hand
clenched in her hair. “God, Mia,” he groaned.