My love language

only in a dream

Alejandro finally lifted his head, his gaze sweeping over Stella, assessing, dissecting. "Not around the house again, please. Seeing your… enthusiasm… was traumatizing enough. So, who is she?"

"I'm the bride," Stella blurted, a desperate need to assert herself.

"Hush," Alejandro drawled, his eyes narrowing. "I wasn't talking to you." But then his gaze sharpened. "Wait, did you say bride?" A dark storm gathered in his eyes, and he lowered his head back to his papers, dismissing her.

Suddenly, the headphones came off the third man, Ethan. He turned, a playful, devilish grin spreading across his face. "Big brother, did you get me a new plaything? How fun."

"No, she is the bride," Alejandro stated, his voice a low, harsh rumble.

Ethan’s grin widened, a wicked glint in his eyes. "Bride, plaything… one and the same thing, aren't they? No difference at all. What's your name, pretty little flower?"

"My name is Stella," she stammered, then gasped. "Oh, s**t! My bags! I left them by the door at the entrance!"

Alexandra’s thumb brushed her lower lip, his gaze intensely possessive. "They're already in your room, sweetheart."

"My room? But I left them…"

Alexandra raised a finger, pressing it gently against her lips, silencing her. "Hush, baby girl. The butler took them there. No need to worry."

Unconsciously, Stella’s tongue darted out, licking the lingering taste of blood and something else – something wild and forbidden – from his finger.

Alexandra’s eyes darkened, a raw, hungry heat blazing within them. "Hold up, baby girl. I don't want you to regret what you're doing to me."

"Hey," Alejandro cut in, his voice sharper now, a warning note present. "Don't get him too kinky. Only if you want him to be f*****g you around the house, in front of everyone. So, don't get too friendly with this asshole." The underlying threat was clear, a promise of a new kind of captivity, a thrilling, terrifying surrender. Stella’s brow furrowed, a delicate crease appearing between her perfectly sculpted eyebrows. "Kinky?" she repeated, her voice a low, melodic question that hinted at a confusion both genuine and… intrigued. Alejandro, tall and brooding with eyes that promised delicious trouble, merely offered a smirk that could curdle milk or ignite a fire, depending on the recipient. His gaze was a possessive caress over Stella’s form, lingering on the curve of her hip, the swell of her chest beneath the silk blouse she wore.

"Asshole?" The word was a whisper, a question Stella wasn’t sure she’d even meant to voice, directed at the retreating back of a man whose presence had been as electrifying as a lightning strike. She barely had time to process the fleeting moment of Alejandro’s intense gaze before a hand, warm and firm, settled at the small of her back.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Alex's voice rumbled, a velvet current of confidence that brushed against her ear, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine. His fingers splayed lightly, a possessive gesture that felt both audacious and utterly compelling. “He’s always like this when I’m with beautiful women.” The subtle emphasis on "beautiful" was a caress in itself, a silent acknowledgment of her allure.

Stella’s breath hitched, a small, involuntary gasp. Alex, a man she’d known for all of five minutes, was a dangerous cocktail of charm and arrogance. He exuded an unapologetic masculinity that was both unsettling and undeniably alluring.

“Anyway,” he continued, his thumb tracing a slow, sensual pattern on her skin, “let me show you around.” His eyes, the color of rich, dark coffee, locked onto hers, a silent challenge passing between them. The air crackled with a tension that was thick, palpable, and undeniably s****l.

“And maybe,” he added, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur that promised illicit pleasures, “even the bedrooms.” A slow, deliberate wink, full of unspoken promises and a hint of dark mischief, sealed the deal. Stella’s confusion melted away, replaced by a flush that started at her décolletage and spread upwards. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She was being propositioned, blatantly, shamelessly, and a thrill, dark and dangerous, surged through her veins. This wasn’t a conventional romance, not by a long shot, but in Alex’s commanding presence, Stella found herself surprisingly, thrillingly, captivated. The evening, she realized, was just beginnin....