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“I know. And even in that horrible basement, I didn’t regret for a single second marrying you. I need you to know that.”

He places his hand under my chin and tilts my head up to look into his eyes. “I do.”

“You rescued me, Alex, in more ways than you can even imagine.”

“No, princesa,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “It’s you who has rescued me. I think that my father has been wrong all along. Love isn’t a weakness. You are my greatest strength, Alana. I can do anything when I have you by my side.”

I smile as I snuggle my head against his chest. “Te quiero, Alex.”

“Te quiero, Alana.”

Chapter

Fifty-Four

ALANA

Iwake with the sun streaming through the balcony doors and feel great until I move. As soon as I stretch my arms, I wince at the pain in my shoulders and ribs.

“Morning, princesa.” I hear the soft, low rumble of Alejandro’s voice beside me. Despite the pain I’m in, I feel a rush of familiar heat between my thighs.

I groan as I roll over to find him sitting up in bed, fully dressed, with his laptop resting on his legs.

“Morning. What time is it?”

“Half-past eleven.”

“What? I’ve slept for over twelve hours straight. I need to get up.” I try to sit but my body has other ideas.

He puts his computer on the bed beside him. “The doc gave you some strong pain meds. They’ll make you drowsy. And no, you do not need to get up. You need to stay in bed and rest, just like the doctor told you to.”

“But I need to check on Lucia.”

“She is fine. She’s downstairs with Magda. Now, take these.” He reaches over to the nightstand before handing me a glass of water and three pills.

“What are these?” I ask.

“For the pain,” he says as he drops them into my hand.

I swallow the pills with a long gulp of water and hand the glass back to him. I lie back against the pillows with a sigh. Even if I want to argue with him about getting out of bed, I don’t have the energy. That doesn’t mean I can’t have fun though.

“You look so hot when you’re being bossy,” I smile up at him.

“Stop it!” he warns.

“What? The doctor never said no sex, did he? I’m sure we could find a way to work around my injuries.”

“Don’t tempt me, princesa. Do you know how hard it’s been lying next to you all night without being able to touch you the way I want to?” he growls.

“Well, yes, I felt it pressing against my ass in the night and it was very hard,” I say and then start to giggle before the effort hurts my ribs. “Ouch.” I wince. Deserved, I guess.

He leans down, brushing my hair back from my face, and kisses me softly before pulling back. “Rest for a few days. Because you are going to need it. As soon as you’re fully healed, I am going to fuck you harder and longer than we have ever fucked before. You won’t even be able to tell me what your own name is by the time I’m done with you. That’s a promise,” he growls against my ear. I clench my thighs, feeling a throb.

“Your filthy talk really isn’t helping matters here,” I reply.

“Are your panties wet?”

“Soaking,” I nod.