Chapter 84 The Undercover Agent (11)
I let out an involuntary moan as he guided himself inside me.
"I've known you were a woman since the very first day you took the poisonous drink, lying in my bed while being attended by my doctor," his eyes locked with mine.
I should be pushing him off at this confession, I should be!
But why was my body saying the exact opposite. He kissed me again - intensely like he had been wanting to do that for a long time.
"I fuck... king hate you," I gasped in between as he gradually thrusted into me.
"Do you?" He smirked, holding me securely as our bodies meshed in heat and sweet lovemaking.
"How do you think you've lasted till this very moment, what about the swimming pool, the very presence of you in my office, the fake chest....," he trailed on, slamming into me without giving me a break in between.
What? He gave me the fake chest, how?
I was just too dumb not to have realized that the present had been from him.
My hand touched the walls behind me as my body began to shake, I was cumming but I intently knew he wasn't done with me.
His head leaned forward, taking to his mouth one of my knotted nipples. "Your scent draws me everytime," he groaned, his voice coarse and husky.
"And fuck - I'd wanted to do this with you for such a very long time," he found my mouth again, forcing his tongue to seal the desires he had for me.
Memories raked in the depths of my head. Alexandro had known who I was since the very beginning and he had best played to my schemes obviously making me look like the fool.
But why was he racking my body into shudders? He had protected me possibly from Damian and Marcus, but why?
Why was he fucking me like he had been wanting to do this so badly?
Well, he'd stated it himself that he'd wanted me for a very long time. But why?
His thrusts were at one time slow yet tantalizing at the very same time. Could his people hear us while we made love cause my moans were loud, with each sensation were tearing through my body.
He spun us around - landing me in the bed as he increased the pace which he banged me. My hoisted feet were shaking now while my head was unable to think past the sweet torture he was rendering me.
He was a gentleman and a beast in one body - playing safe yet dangerous.
"Do you ...still fucking hate me?" He never stopped stroking - giving each thrust fire for fire to match my eager tunnel.
My juices were squishing out of my hole as he thundered. "Answer me," he demanded, sucking on my lower lip whilst forcing my mouth for a response.
"I...I...do n..ot love you..," I didn't know when the words slipped out.
He smirked, withdrawing his enormous rod while he allowed my body to convulse. My eyes rolled backwards as my head tilted back and my pussy pulsated.
He watched me for awhile, holding his bobbing dick in one of his hand. Then he pulled me close and whispered in my ears.
"I do not need your love. Your loyalty was enough for me, and your body as well," without hesitation, his beamer entered me.
At the penetration, my eyes popped wider - why wasn't he giving me a break? He certainly was punishing me for being an uncover agent.
Or was this a way of portraying his affection for me? Did he even feel an iota of affection for me?
Talking about affection, was he truly inlove with me? Or this was his way of transferring his aggression on me.
His hand squeezed my boobs as if by so doing, he would get enough of the milk within. He pressed his mouth to my ears, groaning while he plummeted all of his seeds inside me.
I was shaking again, clinging my hands around him while he came. He was utterly and confusingly good - rendering me speechless while wanting more and I ached at the same time.
With one last kiss on my lips, he withdrew his spilling rod, turned me over to wrap his arms around me while we laid on the bed.
"Do you still have questions?" His tone was surprisingly quite calm. Where had his authoritative voice gone to?
"Yes..," my voice was slightly croaked, feeling embarrassed of myself for being exposed to Alexandro.
He scoffed, "where did my stubborn and sweet Jacqueline go?" He asked playfully.
Why was he attaching endearing yet annoying pet names to my name? I tried to unclasped his arms around me, instead his hands roughly slap me to his body - one of his hands playfully cupped my breasts while the other toyed with my clitoris.
"It's been so long I've ever made love to a woman," he drawled.
"Are you truly gay?" My voice was mellowed as I turned to look at him quickly behind me.
My heart was beating, and I was so sure he could decipher that.
"I think I'm beginning to grow accustomed to your character switch. Suarez Salvador, Jacqueline and the real softness in my arms," one of his fingers crossed over to my hole and I let out a squeal as he slipped his finger in.
I was becoming wet again despite my sore vagina needing a break. I bit my lower lip, hoping that would quell whatever fire was burning in me.
"And to your question, Jacqueline. My people do not know who you truly are and if I'm truly into men. It's just a tactic to get closer to my enemies."
"Are you aware that Bruno is one of them?" I had simply neglected myself being an enemy and was eager to have Bruno out in the open.
"That I am aware," he admitted.
"And that he had tried to kill me?"
He froze then turned me over while he studied my face. "He tried to kill you, when was that?"
The concern etched across his face was ridiculous but this was Alexandro. Alexandro cared about me, there was no way he cared about me - but here he was looking into my eyes after making intense love to me.
This was just sex to him - nothing else.
"The day you found me in your office. You were bleeding on that very day," I replied.
"And how are you sure he was the one?" He pressed on.
"I heard snatches of his conversation with the precise killer."
He pulled me close, holding my head to his chest. "I must have thought he was only after me. Not to worry, that can be settled."