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  True Love

  Fiona Davenport

  Copyright © 2021 by Fiona Davenport

  Cover designed by Elle Christensen

  Edited by Jenny Sims (Editing4Indies)

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  Contents

  True Love

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  True Love

  Billionaire Diego Sanchez was too busy building an empire to worry about finding a wife and having kids, no matter how much his mother pestered him. Until he spotted a young beauty on the beach who made his heart beat like no other.

  Diego had one perfect night with Allison Kendall before his father’s near death kept them apart for a month. He was forced to watch over her from afar, biding his time until he could claim his true love as his own.

  Prologue

  Diego

  I slipped my sunglasses onto my nose to hide my brown eyes and ignored the skinny, bottle blonde trying to get my attention as she sauntered by in a barely-there bathing suit.

  Her eyes scanned all six feet five inches of me—from the top of my short, dark brown hair peppered with silver to my angular jaw covered by a trimmed, extended goatee, my broad shoulders and muscular chest, narrow waist, and toned legs, ending at my feet before doing the same in reverse. Though I knew I was an attractive man, I just didn’t care what the woman thought about my appearance. Even when her inappropriate perusal of my body had lingered at my crotch, she didn’t get a glimpse of my very large size because my dick was flaccid. She didn’t inspire even a single twitch.

  It had been a very long time since a woman even remotely interested me. But even if this one’s looks had appealed to me—which was most definitely not the case—she was at least ten years younger than me.

  I’d spent my youth focused on turning my business into a multibillion-dollar company. Settling down hadn’t even been the last thing on my mind. Now that I was successful and about to turn thirty-nine, I wasn’t opposed to the idea, but it wasn’t exactly a priority either. Much to my mother’s disgruntlement. She never let an opportunity go by to hint at her desire for grandchildren. She was about as subtle as a sledgehammer.

  With six siblings—all of whom were quite a bit younger than me—you’d think she would have moved on. Unfortunately, my only brother, Miguel, had barely turned twenty, so she had several more years before she would start harassing him instead. Or knowing my mother, in addition to me. I gauged this by the fact she was continually setting my sisters up on dates to find them husbands and still found the time to call me and remind me of my “duty to carry on the family name” as the eldest son.

  My eyes scanned the resort as I made a mental pros and cons list. One of the most profitable parts of my business was real estate. The hotel I was currently staying at was the flagship for a chain that had twenty other locations. Typically, I wouldn’t be the one to investigate a potential purchase on-site, but it was located in the Domincan Republic. Cap Cana was not far from where my parents lived. They’d decided to return home after retiring, and I’d bought them a condo in the town where I’d spent my early childhood. Then I’d purchased a condo up the street so that I had my own place to stay whenever I visited.

  I’d wrapped up a major deal a week ago, and it seemed like a good time for a break. Technically, it was a work trip, but since I was enjoying the use of the facility in order to make a decision, I decided it could double as a vacation. My assistant, Callum, had lectured me all the way out the door, arguing the opposite stance. He’d been with me since graduating college over a decade ago, which was the only reason the jackass could get away with shit like that. And the fact that no one could do his job better.

  So far, my impression had been that the chain would be a good investment. I still had a couple of days left on my reservation, but with the decision made, I didn’t see a reason to stay any longer. After downing the rest of my beer, I left cash on the bar before vacating my stool and heading toward the path that led to the private section of the beach that belonged to a handful of bungalows.

  When I reached my luxurious hut, the sun was just beginning to set, so I grabbed a cold beer from my kitchenette and padded barefoot out onto my back deck, which faced the ocean. I settled in a lounger and twisted off the cap of my bottle as I admired the colors painting the sky and water.

  I had just taken a drink when my eyes landed on a sight infinitely more beautiful than the sunset. The bottle fell to the ground forgotten as I swallowed hard and shifted, suddenly uncomfortable in my seat.

  A woman emerged from the waves, her body revealed little by little as she walked toward the shore. It was almost like a striptease, first baring an elegant neck and regal shoulders, then a mouthwatering set of tits practically spilling out of her silver bikini top. My gaze narrowed, irritated that someone else might see what was for my eyes only. But my attention was diverted as the water sluiced off a flat stomach, one I could easily picture big and round with a baby.

  Her hips were lush and wide despite her lean, lithe stature. Perfect for breeding. She was toned and fit but with curves in all the right places. Her silver bathing suit bottom had my frown deepening. It was too fucking small and sitting so low that I was convinced anyone who looked at it would know her pussy was shaved. My blood drained straight to my cock, although it had already gone hard the second I saw the beautiful goddess. But the thought of her bare mound in my mouth while her long legs wrapped around my head, along with the sight of my whisker burn on her pale thighs and pussy lips, had me ready to explode.

  She turned and bent over, giving me a perfect view of her juicy, heart-shaped ass while she wrung out her hair, the color of dark honey. Then she flipped it back over her head and stood, practically the visual definition of sex appeal.

  Her hair hung in damp waves to the center of her back, and I pictured my hand grasping it tightly as I yanked her head back so I could steal a deep kiss. Although, I hadn’t seen her face yet. She’d had her head down as she left the water, and I was disappointed she didn’t raise it now as she began to walk again.

  While I waited to catch a glimpse, I dragged my gaze over her from head to toe and back again. She was walking my way, and I wasn’t about to miss my opportunity, so I quickly stood and hurried to the steps at the edge of the deck. I was about to step down when a woman with long, curly red hair came running up to her.

  Finally, she lifted her face, and I grabbed the railing to keep from staggering backward. Partly from the force of her beauty and partly because it was easy to see that my goddess couldn’t have been more than eighteen years old. If she was even legal at all.

  Her round eyes were surrounded by thick lashes and were the color of fine whiskey. She had plush, pink lips that had my cock weeping to slide between them. But what killed me were the deep dimples that popped in her cheeks when she smiled at the girl headed her way. They were adorable and sexy as fuck at the same time.

  I swallowed hard, mentally yelling at myself to back the hell down. She was off-limits. But my dick wasn’t listening, and it hardened further as images of her young, ripe body flooded my mind
. Naked and bouncing on my cock, bent over a chair with her delicious ass in the air while I fucked her from behind, swollen with my baby in her belly, tied to my bed with my head buried in her teenage pussy, and a lot of other depraved and arousing fantasies.

  Fucking hell. I’d never reacted to a woman like this in my life, and I was helpless to stop it. She was too young, possibly even underage, so I shouldn’t want her. I should’ve walked away right then.

  But I couldn’t. Because the only thing I knew for sure was that I had to have her.

  1

  Diego

  Allison’s skin was salty from the ocean water that surrounded us. I sucked her taut nipple into my mouth, and her soft moan was drowned out by the crashing of the waves on the shore. Her legs wrapped around my waist, bringing her hot center flush with my rigid shaft. The buoyancy of the water naturally rocked us together, and I groaned at the slickness of her pussy as it slid up and down my cock.

  “Diego, please,” she whimpered.

  I released her nipple and groaned as my hands tightened on her ass and shifted her so I was hitting her clit as I rubbed her pussy with my long, thick shaft. “That’s right, nena. Beg me to take you. Beg me to sink inside your virgin pussy and fuck you.”

  “Yessss,” she hissed as her head dropped back, and rivulets of water glided down her neck to the hard buds of her tits. “Please, Diego. I want to feel you inside me.”

  I licked the droplets off each tip before running my tongue up the center and capturing her mouth in a deep, thorough kiss. Lifting her a little higher until my cock slipped from between us, I found her center with the tip and pushed inside her tight opening less than an inch. She whimpered, and I tore my mouth away to growl. “I’m going to fill you with my come, Ali. Going to fuck your teenage pussy until you’re good and pregnant, nena.”

  Allison’s legs clamped around me, pushing me a little deeper, and she moaned. I smiled wickedly and pulled back to tease her with my dick. “You like the sound of that, don’t you, nena? You want to make me a daddy?”

  She mewled and dug her heels into my ass, urging me forward, sheathing me until I hit a thin barrier. “Fuck me, Diego. Give it to me, please,” she panted.

  “Shit,” I grunted. “That was hot as hell, Ali.” If I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn the ocean water was evaporating around us. Without warning, I bucked my hips and buried my fat cock eleven inches deep, bumping up to her ripe womb. I froze, giving her time to adjust to my invasion, especially since she was so small. After a minute, she wiggled a little, and a moan fell from her pink lips. Then she rocked forward, encouraging me to move. But before I gave her what she wanted, I grasped her chin with one hand, forcing it down so she was looking at my face. “You can say things like that to me in bed, nena. It’s sexy as fuck. But if I hear that kind of language in anyone else’s presence, there will be consequences.”

  Allison licked her lips and her inner muscles clenched while her eyes darkened with desire and curiosity. Shit. She was obviously intrigued by the idea of being punished. Images of her plump ass with a bright red handprint sent a wave of lust through me, and I almost spilled inside her right then.

  My hand returned to her ass cheek, and Allison leaned in, placing her lips at my ear. “Fuck me, Diego.”

  I groaned as the sound of my alarm penetrated my sleep. If there hadn’t been a damn good reason for it, I would have smashed the thing to bits for interrupting my dream. This was the fifth morning in a row that I’d woken up drenched in sweat and hard as a fucking baseball bat. Yet I hadn’t been able to find any relief because the only touch my cock craved was from the young goddess in the next bungalow.

  After climbing from the bed, I stripped the sheets before padding over to the en suite bathroom. On the way, my eyes strayed to the window, and I was glad to see there appeared to be no movement.

  Once I’d seen my goddess the other night, I’d watched her from the shadows until she and her roommate seemed to be asleep. I’d forced myself to keep my distance, my mind and body arguing about whether it was a good idea to simply steal her and run. Eventually, I managed to grab hold of some rational thought and made my way up to the main hotel offices.

  The staff had been instructed to give me access to whatever I wanted, though I doubted they expected me to show up after midnight. The night manager, Mario, let me into the back, and I made myself comfortable in the general manager’s office.

  I was familiar with the system they used, so I had found the records I was searching for in no time. The bungalow next to me was billed to K-Corp. I was acquainted with the investment firm—they were a multibillion-dollar company. The three owners, Justice and Thatcher Kendall, and Jamison Kennedy, had worked with me on a couple of deals over the last decade. They were all happily married—beyond devoted to their wives—with a gaggle of kids, so I very much doubted that my girl was a mistress for one of them or anything unsavory like that. Since she was so young, my best guess was that she was the daughter of an employee.

  The accounts had all listed the age of the occupants because it dictated the color of their wristband. To my relief, they had both been listed as eighteen. Thank fuck. She was still too young for me, a teenager, but I would stop at nothing to make her mine.

  The names for the occupants were Allison and Charlotte Gleason—thankfully, there had been no male names on the manifest. The names didn’t ring a bell, and unfortunately, I had no way to access K-Corp’s employee database. Like my company, they were clients of Jonah Carrington, who owned the best cybersecurity firm in the world.

  Frustrated at the lack of information, I had almost closed out the program and left, but at the last minute, an idea had popped into my head. I pulled up the account for the room and navigated to their activity registration. With a click, I’d printed their schedule and tucked the paper into my pocket. Then I shut down the computer and gave Mario a nod of thanks as I left the offices and headed back to my bungalow.

  As I had passed the girls’ hut, my feet steered their way over rather than going straight to mine. I had been pleased when I found their front door and the sliding door on the patio locked. However, the windows were open, and while it was the norm around here, it still bothered me that she was vulnerable.

  The sheer curtains fluttered in the soft breeze from the ocean, and at six and a half feet, the window sill was only waist-high. The billowing fabric parted again, and I slipped my hand between and pulled one half of it to the side.

  It was dark and quiet, but the moon provided enough light that I had been able see I’d approached the right room. My goddess had been sprawled out on top of the bed, lying on her stomach with the covers flung off her, her beautiful face turned in my direction. A tidal wave of feelings had bombarded me when I’d gotten a good look at mi belleza.

  Lust had filled every fiber of my being as I stared at her. The only clothing she had been wearing was a scrap of lace that barely covered her delectable ass. My hands had itched to touch all of her smooth, pale skin. She had one leg raised and bent at the knee with the same arm raised and folded under her pillow. Her position had given me a preview of her round, generous tits, and my mouth had watered.

  Her back was lean, and I had wanted to kiss each of the delicate bumps of her spine as I traveled down to the divets just above her sweet ass. I imagined those long, toned legs wrapped around my waist, and I had gripped the window sill to keep myself from doing anything stupid. I had silently begged her to turn over so I could see if there was a shadow at the apex of her thighs or if I’d have nothing between my lips and her pussy when I finally had her on her back before me.

  Mixed with my desire was a strong dose of possession, and it had roared through me, urging me to storm into her room and cover what was for my eyes only. The thought of another man—or woman—seeing Allison as she was right then had rage coloring my vision with red. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the wood of the sill had cracked under my steel grip. Then Allison had shifted, and my breath caught
in my lungs. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment, and she had pursed her lips, causing her dimples to dig into her cheeks.

  Those fucking dimples were going to be the death of me. Would they disappear when she sucked me hard and deep? Or would they become even more prominent? I was betting they’d be on full display while her head was thrown back, and she was screaming in ecstasy as she bounced on my cock.

  Manda mierda. I needed to get the fuck away from her.

  I had argued with myself for nearly twenty minutes before I finally unclenched my hands from the window and backed up several steps. After taking a deep breath, I had made my way to my bungalow, but I’d spent the night on the terrace watching her window.

  They had been scheduled for yoga class and a spa treatment the next morning, so I’d waited until they left, followed her to make sure they arrived safely, then hoofed it to my hut to get some sleep before returning to make sure they got back to their room without incident.

  This had been my routine for the past few days as I watched her, learning everything I could, and putting a plan in place. I’d been tempted to approach her many times, but I knew once I spoke to her, touched her, there would be no letting her go. My biggest struggle had been containing the urge to kill every motherfucking asshole whose gaze lingered a little too long on my girl. I’d had a word with management and made sure all of her instructors and personal staff now consisted of only women.

  I glanced at my watch and saw that I was running a few minutes behind, so I hurried to shower and dress in a pair of loose black linen pants and a white button-down shirt in a similar material. Then I made my way up to the resort's main building and found a spot at a bar that offered a view of the only exit from the spa.