Chapter 12

Mira’s POV

Alejandro’s hands moved like magic.

“What is it you say Ace can do that I can’t?” he whispered, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.

My chest rose and fell in rapid breaths, and suddenly, I went mute. I didn’t try to push him off; I didn’t even pretend not to like where this was heading.

God, I wanted him to stop trailing my thighs and just slip a finger into my throbbing entrance. It felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time.

Alejandro was the worst—he was the exact definition of a rich, reckless bad boy. He didn’t care about anything but pleasure, and now I lay on my back, spreading my legs for him, despite knowing it could cost me my job and maybe my life.

My nipples hardened as I bit my lower lip and clutched the sheets like they could somehow save me from his torture.

“You’re strangely quiet, Mira,” he muttered, trailing from my toes up to my mid-thigh, then stopping right in front of my needy cunt.

Was I becoming Joseph the Dreamer? Because I swear this was the same dream I had two nights ago about fucking Alejandro anf it was coming to life.

“Your nipples are so hard,” he added, his hand slowly gliding into my trousers.

“Ahhh!” a soft moan escaped my lips.

Fuck. It just had to be today of all days that I wore such a transparent T-shirt, and no freaking bra.

It was supposed to be a quick breakfast. In and out of the kitchen before I crossed paths with my enemy boss. But then I met that drop-dead gorgeous man Ace, and now I’d somehow provoked my way into getting laid by Alejandro.

He rubbed his fingers against my panties slowly, and for fuck’s sake, I wished I could yell at him to stop teasing me and just slide that jerk finger inside already.

“Feels like a river down here, Mira. Never knew my strict-ass babysitter could squirt this much from a mere touch,” he chuckled.

I bit my lip harder, rolling my eyes back.

“You enjoy this, don’t you?” I muttered, finally finding my voice. “You enjoy watching me react to your touch. You enjoy torturing me.”

Alejandro’s free hand slipped beneath my T-shirt, cupping one of my breasts and squeezing tight. His other hand continued to rub my pussy, making me wetter every second.

“You’re right, Mira. I enjoy what I’m doing to you,” he smirked, then, without warning, slipped a finger between my wet folds.

“So sticky,” he groaned, the hard bulge in his pants pressing against my belly.

“Arghh, fuck,” I cried out, my back arching as I spread my legs even wider for my boss.

“You’re such a good girl, Mira,” he whispered softly, biting my earlobe and sending a wave of shock through my needy body.

He thrust his middle finger deeper into my pussy—it slid with ease. Slowly, he moved it in and out, increasing the pace by the second as he pinched my nipples.

God, I wanted to yell at him to fuck me, but that sounded too desperate, even for me. I wasn’t going to do that. I’d take what I was getting now, and after this, it would never happen again. I pray.

Alejandro stopped molesting my nipples and slowly grabbed my neck while his other hand worked magic between my legs.

“Your insides…” he whispered. “So moist and soft. It’s beautiful watching the horny side of Mira.”

“Sh… shut up, Alejandro,” I stuttered, my words breaking into whimpers.

He laughed. “You need two fingers.” And with that, he slid a second finger deep inside me. “That’s it,” he smiled, fucking me with his fingers.

What if the maids heard us? What if Patricia saw this? I’d lose the little dignity I had left. Worst of all, what if Mr. Montenegro discovered I was letting his son rub my tits and finger me?

What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Mira!

“Ahh, I’m going to cum,” I screamed, my hands gripping the sheets tighter.

Could I tag this as non-consensual later? I didn’t ask to be touched by this man. He pinned me down and made my body heat up like it was being dipped in molten lava. How was I supposed to face him after this—after letting him dig his fingers into me, after my body clenched around him, craving more?

“So tight, yet so creamy,” Alejandro groaned, plunging in a third finger.

“Alej… Alejandro,” I moaned.

“Shit, Mira, say my name one more time,” he whispered, sucking on my earlobe again.

I just needed to cum. Just this once. After this, Alejandro would never see me this vulnerable again.

“It’s at this juncture that I show you why you shouldn’t always be so talkative,” Alejandro murmured with a dangerous smirk, then retrieved his fingers from my pussy.

A gasp escaped my lips as half disappointment, and half humiliation washed over me. He climbed off the bed, staring at his fingers coated in my juices with a wicked grin.

What a devil.

I wished I could just sink into the mattress and disappear.

“You didn’t think I’d give you the luxury of coming by my fingers, did you?” he chuckled, grabbing a towel and wiping my wetness from his hands.

Such a disrespectful bastard. People would kill to taste what he just wiped away.

“I couldn’t even cum by your hands, Alejandro, they’re not good enough to give me an orgy. Don’t flatter yourself,” I shot back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me broken.

I wrapped the blanket tightly around my body, my face reddened. “What happened was a mistake and will never happen again.”

Alejandro raised his hands in mock surrender. “I think your body speaks a different language, Mira. But hey, I got you—nothing will happen anymore. You’re not my type anyway.”

Ouch.

That stung when it shouldn’t have. His type were the strippers anyway. I’d been one too, once, but it was a job I’d never glorify.

“Leave my room now, please,” I said.

“Gladly, Miss Martinez.” He smirked. “Before I leave, Ace isn’t who you think he is. So stay away from him.”

With that, he closed the door behind him, leaving me to myself.

Who the fuck was he to tell me to stay away from a man I’d just met?

Well, good thing I’m stubborn. And now, I was even more interested in Ace.