Chapter 109 Camilla’s Pov.
With each word, his voice grew colder, deeper, rougher, as did his thrusts. I could feel the wood cutting into the exposed part of my chest.
And just then, I felt him harden inside of me, letting out a low groan, his warm cum spilling into me, filling me up. I felt a few drops fall from me as he slowly fuck me, driving his warm liquid deeper into me with each delicious thrust.
When his breathing calmed down, he pulled out of me and I instantly felt empty. Not only for his cock, but also for his body.
I can no longer feel his body pressing into me against the tree. I can no longer feel the gun threatening me. I can no longer feel the closeness I needed.
I could hear his rapid breathing as he fixed himself. I could hear the zipper of his pants but I was still pressing myself against the tree with my ass exposed to him and his cum pouring out of me.
“Cover yourself.” He ordered in a deep cold voice and I did just that.
I fought so hard to find my strength and turned around to look at him, standing face to face with his expressionless eyes behind the mask, already staring at me.
I was furious. I was angry and unsatisfied. He did this on purpose. But before I could say anything, I heard a gunshot coming from inside the mansion and people screaming for their lives.
My heart stopped for a moment and Àlvaro's dark grin grew even bigger as he stared at me.
“Run baby.” He held my gaze with an amused grin playing on his masked face. “Run cause I'm coming for everything you love in your fucking life.”
What do you do when the devil himself is standing in front of you in all his glory, cracking a stone cold smile, telling you to run for your life?
You run for your life.
And that's exactly what I did.
My heart was pounding hard against my chest as I ran fast to the entrance of the mansion from where I could hear screams filling up the silence of the night. People were running in every direction with terror and fear written on their faces.
I looked back and my eyes glued to that damn tree where until a few minutes ago, I was pressed against it and Àlvaro Castillo took me roughly and desperately.
But there was no trace of him there. He was gone like a shadow in the dark. My only evidence that he was even here was his semen still deep inside me.
I walked inside, bumping into people running to save their lives. I was prepared for the worst but as bad as it sounds, I was relieved to see unknown people to me lying on the floor of the great ballroom, dead with pools of blood around them. Their blood.
My heart dropped to my feet as I took in the ugly sight before me. The infamous ball had turned into an ugly carnage and I knew without a doubt that Àlvaro Castillo was behind this.
People were bumping into me, screaming and running but I was too stunned to move. That was why I didn't fight back when an unknown man dressed in all black, probably a guard, grabbed my arm and made his way past the crowd. My legs instinctively followed him.
Before I realized what was going on, I was in a room with Leonardo, Dmitri, Afanas and probably about fifty guards around us.
As soon as Leonardo saw me, his face lit up, taking quick steps towards me, hugging me tightly. I felt a sigh of relief leaving his body as he held me tightly against him.
“Thank God.” His voice was rough but relieved at the same time. “For a second there, I thought I had lost you.” He held me tight as if he was afraid that if he lets me go, I'll disappear.
“I'm here.” I mumbled against his body and he pulled back, looking over every part of my body carefully to see if there was any damage to me.
“I'm fine, father. Really.” He nodded as he placed a kiss on my forehead while Dmitri and Afanas just sat there watching us.
“You better have a good fucking explanation before I have your head for this shit.” Leonardo spoke, turning to look at Dmitri Veklov. His face was stunned and full of horror.
“I don't know how this happened, Leonardo.” Dmitri stuttered, choking on his words. “The mansion was fully secured with the best men in the business. I don't know how they sneaked in.”
“You put my daughter in danger you fucking idiot.” Leonardo hissed, cutting him off and Dmitri remained silent. “I'll fucking kill you for this.”
Leonardo was furious, his veins popping up and his hands curled into a fist. With no hesitation, he was willing to kill Dmitri Veklov here and now even as his brother was watching and I wished he would just do it but instead, he clenched his jaw.
“I'll find out who's behind this, Leonardo. I promise.” Dmitri stuttered.
“Nevermind. I'll find them myself and I'll tear whoever it is apart, slowly and painfully.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to say it. To say that I knew who was behind this. I know his name too damn well. And well, not only his name.
But still, I couldn't say it out loud. Why can't I just say it? Why the hell are the words stuck in my throat, not allowing me to tell my father the truth? To help him, help us, but I stayed silent.
“And you.” Leonardo hissed, pointing his finger to Dmitri's chest who was swallowing hard. “You've put my daughter in danger before, and now this. Put her in danger one more time and I'll forget about who you are to me. I'm gonna kill you and leave your lifeless body lying next to Vincenzo Castillo once I'm done with him, you hear me?” I had never seen Leonardo as furious as he was right now. In his eyes, I saw a deadly spark holding a promise with complete darkness and terror. And by the look on Dmitri's face, he saw it too.
“It won't happen again, Leonardo.” Dmitri barely managed to say. “You have my word.”
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Finally, when the ugly night came to an end, I was more than happy to remove that tainted dress from my body as soon as we got back to our house.
The first thing I did after entering my room was to take a long, hot shower, scrubbing my body hard, trying to wipe away Àlvaro's touch from me but it was impossible. My body was already defiled by him, my mind too, and no matter how much I tried to erase him to fight against my need for him, it just didn't go away.
He's literally everywhere even if he wasn't here.
He truly left a mark on me and not just about the tattoo on my wrist. He's etched himself in my heart. He destroyed everything and disappeared into the darkness leaving us to deal with the chaos he created.
And on top of that, Afanas Veklov has been a real pain in my ass after this memorable ball. He stayed silent the whole time as Leonardo and his brother were speaking or to be more specific, as my father threatened to kill his brother.
But it was hard for him to keep his mouth shut the whole way back home. Constantly asking if I was okay or if I needed anything. He was acting like a real fiancé, more than I wanted at that damn moment.
It was so annoying and unnecessary especially when my mind was occupied by Àlvaro.
Now, instead of working on my revenge plan for Vincenzo Castillo, I have to deal with his stubborn nephew first and all of this because I'm too damn weak to finish what I started. I set him free, letting my feelings be in charge of my decisions and now, he's making me pay for it.
Àlvaro Castillo was slowly winning this battle and I hated myself for it. My skin was bloody red. I was scrubbing my body with such force and anger trying to erase the memory of Àlvaro's hands all over me. I was leaving red marks everywhere. I just couldn't stand to be in my skin now, knowing that everything that happened tonight happened because of me.
Innocent people died because of me.
Well, I could hardly call them innocent. Since they were guests at this masked ball, that meant they were part of this criminal world we live in. Their hands are most probably not clean but still, they didn't deserve to die tonight, paying the price for my sins.
I walked out of the bathroom, clutching the towel to my chest, trying to hide from my thoughts.
But my body froze in shock immediately I got out. The temperature in the room dropped another ten degrees, feeling cold against my skin as my eyes locked on the dark figure in front of me, leaning relaxed against the window, looking up at me with a freezing grin on his face.
The whole terror repeated in front of my eyes as he stepped into the place where the moonlight was lighting up the room and I saw his deadly pitch black eyes. My heart stopped for a moment as they bored holes into me.
How the hell did he even get in here?
Our mansion was guarded by hundreds of guards especially after tonight. How did he sneak past them?