Chapter 27

Alejandro’s POV

Love never whispers in your ear to warn you when it’s about to attack. It simply does. And usually in the most unexpected way possible.

The words that left Mira’s mouth were not what I expected.

Truth be told, I didn’t even know what I expected to hear, but it definitely wasn’t that. She should hate me. I had always been a jerk to her, while Ace… Ace had managed to make her feel loved in such a short time.

I knew he had eyes on her the very first day I met them in her bedroom, but I fooled myself into believing it didn’t bother me. Turns out it did. It always had.

She was the sweetest soul I had ever met, and I… I was just a damaged, reckless man with mummy and daddy issues. Yet here she was, standing in front of me, saying she felt the same way?

“Are you listening to me, Mr. Montenegro?” Mira called, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I blinked and rose to my feet before walking closer to her. “What did you say?”

Mira smiled softly. “I said I think I’ve fallen for you too, Dro.”

My heart pounded loudly in my chest, something I wasn’t even sure it still knew how to do.

“But why?” I asked curiously.

She frowned. “Why what?”

“Why are you doing this? You don’t have to pretend to feel the same way. I’ve been horrible to you.”

She folded her arms and tilted her head slightly. “Well, no doubt about that. But I’m not the kind of woman who lies about how she feels.”

I stepped closer.

“Prove it.”

Mira chuckled lightly. “You do know things can never be the same between us after today, right?”

I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, my other hand grazing her rosy cheek slowly.

“I don’t care what tomorrow will look like,” I murmured. “Or the day after that. All I know right now is that I love you, Mira.”

Before I could add anything else, she brushed her warm lips against mine.

I froze for half a second, surprised, but quickly pulled her closer and kissed her back with hunger.

I sucked on her bottom lip like a starved man, and a soft moan slipped out of her mouth, making a grin tug at my lips. My hand tangled in her hair while the other slid down to grab her waist firmly.

She broke the kiss, breathing hard.

“There’s something else I need to ask you.”

My brows drew together. “Sure. Go ahead.”

“What about your dad and Ace?”

“What about them?” I replied casually.

At that moment, the only thing I could think about was tasting Mira’s lips again.

Lost in that thought, I traced her lips with my finger while she watched me quietly.

“Open,” I whispered seductively.

Without thinking twice, she parted her lips slightly. I pushed my index finger inside, making her gag softly.

Her warm mouth wrapped around my finger as she slowly licked it, sending a sharp twitch through my pants. My dick had already reacted three times tonight since she walked up to me in that dark lingerie of hers.

I pulled my finger out, leaving her speechless, then turned her around swiftly so her ass pressed hard against my erection.

Slowly, I brushed the hair away from her neck and trailed my tongue from her ear down to her shoulder in a slow rhythm.

“Hmm,” she moaned.

I pressed my hard member against her ass while my hand cupped one of her breasts.

“You tempt me all the time, Mira,” I whispered into her ear, circling her nipple through the fabric.

She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes.

“Don’t you like a good challenge, Mr. Montenegro?”

A dark chuckle escaped me. “You don’t play with fire and expect not to get burned, Mira.”

She smiled and opened her mouth to reply, but I pinched her nipple suddenly and she gasped.

I slid the strap of the nightwear down, and within seconds she stood before me in nothing but a thong.

A red thong.

Oh, she had absolutely planned this.

Seriously, who wears a red thong unless they want trouble?

“Let’s see the pool you’ve made down there,” I murmured, slipping my hand into her panties and rubbing my fingers over her wet folds.

Moving in slow circles, I teased her clit while squeezing her breast, my tongue still busy licking and biting lightly at her neck.

“Fuck, Alejandro… you’re a real multitasker,” Mira said between breathless moans.

A satisfied smile spread across my face.

“Isn’t this better than your toys and those little imaginations you have about me?” I teased.

Without warning, I pushed two fingers into her tight entrance.

“Way better!” she cried out.

After teasing her for a while, I pulled my fingers out, turned her around again, and licked her juices off slowly, my eyes locked on hers the entire time.

“Get on the chair and spread your legs,” I ordered.

Mira hurried to the sofa immediately and spread her legs wide, her hungry gaze following me as I dropped to my knees and buried my head between them.

Hooking my fingers into the edge of her panties, I slid them down and tossed them aside.

What greeted me was the most beautiful piece of art our creator had ever made.

“Thank you, God,” I muttered under my breath while rubbing a finger over her clit.

After admiring her for a moment longer, I bent down and swept my tongue across her slowly, starting with her clit.

“Oh my goodness!” Mira cried.

I grabbed her legs and lifted them onto my shoulders, giving myself better access to devour her properly.

This time I didn’t hold back.

I buried my face between her thighs, sucking and licking as her sweet juices spilled onto my tongue.

Up and down I went, slow circles, teasing strokes, until my tongue reached her entrance and pushed inside.

“Ahh! Please don’t stop, Dro,” she moaned loudly.

Her voice filled my ears as I worked her entrance with my tongue while sucking on her clit.

“I’m going to cum, Dro!” Mira shouted, her fingers gripping my hair to keep me right where she wanted me. “Yeah, right there!”

“Hmm,” I groaned against her. “Spill your juices, Mira.”

That was all the permission she needed.

She rocked her hips against my face, her moans echoing through the house. Luckily I had dismissed the servants before we left on our trip, and they hadn’t returned yet. Otherwise, they would have had quite the show tonight.

As I quickened the pace of my tongue, Mira cried out and her body trembled violently.

I finally lifted my head.

Her eyes were still shut, beads of sweat sliding down her face while her lips remained parted.

“Fuck, Alejandro,” she murmured, smiling the moment her eyes opened and met mine.

I smirked, fully aware I had just given her one hell of an orgasm.

“Let’s do it again,” Mira said with a wicked grin, rubbing her knee against my painfully hard dick.

“Your turn.”