Chapter 108 Camilla’s Pov.
His touch burned my skin first on my shoulder, slowly torturing me down my body with his fingers. As soon as he reached my dress, he lifted it, exposing my thigh enough for him to continue exploring my skin.
I couldn't see him but I could feel his breathing on my neck and how rapid and deep it was. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to resist him and his tempting touch but it was too much for me. My body burned for him and I could feel myself pressing back against him as he slipped his hand under my dress, cupping my pussy through my panties. I let out a slight moan, giving in to his rough touch on my burning pussy that screamed his name to explore more.
“To think you claim to belong to someone else but your body is still a slut for me.” He growled against my neck as two of his fingers moved my panties aside enough to touch me bare, making me feel everything at once as I pressed helplessly against his touch.
As much as my brain wanted to push him away and tell him to stop, my heart and body both wanted him badly. He's right. My body still wanted him more than I've ever wanted someone in my fucking life.
“Does your future husband know how ruined you already are, hmm, chica?” His voice was dangerously low as his middle finger slowly entered me, stretching my walls. I moaned, my pussy greedy for more. “Does he know who you once belonged to?” He added a second finger, filling the gap as he started moving them in and out of me slowly.
“I never belonged to anybody.” I moaned and after my words, a third finger entered me roughly, moving them in and out of me at a rough pace and pressing the gun harder against my body with his other hand. Fear and excitement flooded my body in a combination that drove me crazy.
“You belonged to me.” His thumb played with my clit, making my legs go soft and stopping just when I needed more, making me cry into his arms in sweet agony. “You've been corrupted by me. You still have my mark on your wrist and I've touched, licked, kisses every part of your body. I took your virginity.” His voice was dangerously close to my neck, deep and cold as he fingered me, pressing me against the tree. “I fucking owned you, chica.”
My pussy clenched around his fingers, rocking against him in an attempt to get everything he could offer me. I felt his cold low laughter spilling on my skin.
“You fucked your fiancé yet, chica?”
I could swear that he knows the answer to this question. He knows it but he just wanted to hear it coming from my mouth, to degrade me even more as his fingers tortured my pussy, bringing me to the edge and stopping just when I'm about to explode. He's doing this on purpose, as a punishment. He wanted to see me falling apart in his arms again and again, crying and begging in agony.
“No.”
He just chuckled at the answer he already knew. He pulled his fingers away from me and I cried, already feeling their absence.
“Lift your dress for me.” It sounded like a cold command to which I instinctively obeyed without even thinking twice. I was hypnotized by him.
With trembling hands, I lifted my dress, revealing my ass covered in only my red panties. The cold air collided with my skin but Àlvaro covered my almost naked body with his fast enough to stop me from shivering.
“You're going to take me against this tree?”
“Yes.” He answered without hesitation as his cold fingers moved my panties to the side. I was so fucking wet for him that he could easily enter me without a problem. That's the effect this man has on me.
“If you're going to take me against my will, at least have the guts to look me in the eye while doing it.” My voice was shaky but hoarse as I heard him unzip his pants and I held my breath as soon as I felt his cock near my entrance, spreading my wetness everywhere to prove a point.
“Against your will?” He almost laughed at that statement as he continued to play with me, spreading my wetness everywhere with his cock. He pressed against my ass and I held my breath at the forbidden sensation. “You're soaking my cock, chica. I can easily slip into your ass only using your wetness.”
Shit. He's right.
“You obeyed my words and that gave me all the permission to touch you as I please. You lifted your dress for me immediately I asked even though you had the choice not to do it. I'm not covering your mouth anymore but yet you never for once screamed out for help.” He mumbled again into my ear, his cock pressing against my entrance and I bit my lip, trying to stop yet another moan.
“I know you want me to take you against this tree, chica. That shit excites you.” He caressed my skin with the gun, stopping on my throat and pressing it there. “I know you want me to fuck you here with thousands of people only meters away from us, wondering where their sweet innocent fiancée is.”
I had even forgotten about the gun pressing into me. I could only feel his cock rubbing against my entrance and his cold hand holding my waist. Without wanting to, I pushed myself back, proving his point.
His breath brushed against my ear, making me shiver as his hand gripped my waist, leaving his marks there. “And to answer your other question, chica.” His voice sounded almost disgusted with me as he forced his way into me, stretching my pussy around his cock and I had to bite my bottom lip to stop the sounds from coming out of my mouth. “You've lost the right to look me in the eye while I fuck you.”
There was nothing sweet in his touch, in his movements, in him. He was thrusting into me, sliding into my body while the menacing gun was still pressed against my skin and I was liking it more than I was willing to admit.
His cock filled me, raising me to new heights with each rough thrust and when he felt me close, squeezing him, he froze inside me, torturing me until the sensation died down. He brought me to the edge again and again only to stop when I'm about to explode. I knew this was his way of punishing me, using me as a toy for his own pleasure. Humiliating me by fucking me against this tree while my fiancé was inside, waiting for me.
“Your body is so fucking responsive. Your pussy is gripping my cock so good.” His voice was almost hoarse as he thrust into me, making me press harder against the wood with each thrust. “You'll make such a food slut, Camilla.”
“I'm not a slut.” My voice came out like a cry as I took in each thrust, begging for more with my moans and he froze against inside me to prove a point. He was everywhere. I was so full and it felt so fucking good.
“You are.” He growled, his hand meeting my ass in a hard smack enough to leave a red mark. “You're bent over this tree getting fucked by a man who has a gun pressed to you and you're still desperately milking my cock, chica.”
I bit my lip, swallowing the bitter truth. With each move, he hit deep, so deep that I felt close. So fucking close.
“Àlvaro please.”
His hsnd covered my mouth, muting me as his movements became more frantic, his own control slipping away as he thrust into me deeper and deeper, stretching me fully and using me as he pleased.
“Shut the fuck up.” His voice was low and demanding, fucking me harder to shut me out but I only cried more against his hand. “You'll beg but not now. And when you do it, you'll be on your knees and it will be painful.” His words were like a promise, scary and deadly, the same way he was pounding into me.
“I can feel your pussy tightening around my cock. You want to come.” He murmured and I barely nodded at the grip of his hand around my mouth. “That's not going to happen. You're exposed for my use and nothing more. For me to fuck hard as I please. You deserve fucking nothing.”
Fucking hell.