All Chapters of Claiming The Heiress: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AlejandroKaterina moans into my lips, the sound the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. Her lips are soft and hot against mine, tasting of something fresh and exotic, something divinely hers. My free hand, the one she’s not pinning to the side of my body, slides up her back, pressing her even firmer to me before going up, up, until my fingers snake in her hair, twisting that ponytail between my fingers, keeping her in place. By instinct I take over the kiss, desperate to get closer to her, to taste more.Our tongues collide and another moan escapes her as she melts against me. My attack only makes her more determined as she fights me for control, resilient even in a moment like this. I happily give it to her, eager and curious to see what she’s going to do next as I let my head roll back to the dresser door, giving her access to myself in any way that she wants. I can feel her lips stretching in a satisfied grin against mine and it’s the hottest thing I’ve felt. Her tongue is the wickede

AlejandroShe goes down with a giggle which is like the second sweetest sound to my ears. Later I will try and think of other ways to make her laugh, to see that smile of hers directed at me as often as her frown. Right now, I am determined on making her make other sounds, inappropriate ones, sounds like screaming my name and moaning in ecstasy as I drink her release.And just as I climb over her to claim that sinful mouth of hers again, to taste me on her tongue, because yeah, that’s something I’d very much like, the mood completely shifts. It’s like a flip has been switched off as my vision tunnels to Katerina, to the way she’s just there, waiting for me. Her dark eyes are focused on me, solely me, on my mouth, and there’s fire in them, one that ignites more and more passion within me as well.I can’t help but kiss her again. She welcomes me, letting her head back, inviting me into her sweat heat, my tongue sliding in and out, lapping on my taste on her. My heart pummels like crazy

KaterinaSomething’s changed between me and Alejandro. And not in a good way. Today was… it was something, something I never thought would actually happen even if I secretly hoped for. And now, as I wake up in Alejandro’s bed at almost seven pm, he’s already up, dressed in his finest clothes, watching me sleep.I check the time on the little electronic clock on the night stand, and it takes me a second to realise how late it is.“Shit!” I curse under my breath and jump to my feet to gather my things. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”Alejandro just shrugs as I look at him over my shoulder.“There’s enough time.”“There’s no time,” I roll my eyes at him. “I can’t fix my hair and make up in less than an hour, not to mention I need a shower, and…”And what the hell am I doing? Why am I whining like a fool about such stupid things? Why is he just watching me from his seat near the window, his face almost covered in shadows, his black suit fitting him to perfection. He’s not wearing a tie on to

AlejandroRicardo Sandoval doesn’t take long to get back to his senses. Despite his bloody jaw there’s dark satisfaction in his eyes as he swings at me, his fist grazing me but I don’t give a damn when I smack him again, harder this time, my bloodied knuckles connecting with his flesh again and this time he stumbles even more, until he looses his balance and falls to the floor.Someone rushes to me, many ones, who grab me to hold me from swinging a third time. People are screaming and everyone is watching the scene I am causing, but I don’t care. I didn’t want to come here anyway and the lord knows I don’t give a shit what all these refined hypocrites think about me, I don’t give a shit about the gossip that’s going to come biting me in the ass. I just don’t.“Let him the fuck go!” Katerina screams at the men holding me, but they are already dragging me outside.She follows us, the sound of her high heels echoing off the walls with each rushed confident step she

Katerina Alejandro Montener is a damn contradiction, wrapped in the most delicious, tempting body I have ever seen. From his dark wavy hair to his molten lava gaze, and don’t get me started on those muscles which come from years of hard labour and not a day in the gym, he’s too much of a temptation to resist. But I try. As I lay alone and frustrated in my bed in the hotel room, I fight as hell not to think about him just a few feet away from me and wonder what he’s doing. Practically, I know he’s probably dozed off, or whatever it is that he does when it’s dark outside, and I know I shouldn’t care, because nothing between us has technically changed. Just because we kind of hooked up once and he gave me a glimpse of his vulnerability, it doesn’t mean we are besties now. He still sees me as a rival, as someone who took everything from him without even trying. Turning to lay on my back and tossing the covers because damn it but it’s too hot tonight, even for so