Chapter 15 Camilla’s Pov
I didn't understand what just happened or why my body always seems to have a mind of its own whenever it comes in contact with Àlvaros. He had me pinned to the counter but I didn't even fight it. I didn't even attempt to push his heaviness away as his fingers trailed my thighs with intent.
I could still feel his brand on me, the way his palm left a print on my ass. It's still burning now, almost like I've been marked again.
Now I'm in my room, clutching my towel to my body that's borderline hyperventilating. My skin felt so hot that if I struck a match down my arms, I'm sure it would go up in flames.
I hated thinking about him like this but the way he tugged my hair roughly into his embrace and spoke deeply into my ear with a low threat did something to my insides and I hated myself for it.
This was someone that took me roughly away from the life I knew, separated me from my friends and I've still not been able to speak with my family and I'm here harboring shameful thoughts about him?!
I rested my forehead on the door and I took in a silent breath as I tried to regain my dignity.
He's haunting me and I seem to have no way out.
“Shit, Cami,” I murmured to myself as I took a step away from the door. “Get yourself together.”
My heart's still pounding and there's this continous ache between my thighs that I couldn't quite explain. I made my way towards the bed and sat on the edge, my towel still intact. My body still tingled from the grip of his hands and the roughness of his voice. I squeezed my eyes shut because I felt like I was about to detonate.
I couldn't help but think back to the way he touched me in the bathroom the morning after they captured me and before I could stop myself, I released the towel and pressed my back onto the tiny bed. I slowly slide my hand down the center of my stomach, as I touch the sensitive area between my legs where I'm soaked to the core.
No shocker there.
I gasped when I brushed my finger across. I bit down on my lip to be quiet. I had no idea what I was doing but since it felt good, I continued.
I slid a finger inside me and I instantly arched my back. Images of Àlvaro pinning my throat on the counter invade my thoughts and I don't even push them away. I'm too far gone now to fight this.
I started going faster until I'm biting down on my lips so hard I was scared I'd draw blood. I kept imagining Àlvaro's strong arms around that woman in his office. If only he could hold me just like that.
Before I knew it, I felt like I was floating across the edge as the orgasm hit me so hard that I'm gasping and choking.
My finger pulled away and I stared up at the ceiling. This is the first and definitely the last time I would ever do something like this. I had already crossed a line that should never have been crossed.
No more thoughts about him. None at all. This is the final straw and I won't let him suffocate me anymore. I need to stay away from him. As far away from him as possible.
I sat up and clutched the towel again around my body. My eyes fell to the window and then to the far end of the ceiling—
My mouth fell open in shock when my eyes landed on the camera. A fucking security camera is aimed directly at my bed. I grind my teeth into my jaw. Idiot! I'm such a fucking idiot!
When was that installed and how come I had no idea?
I took one look at it and glanced away, pretending that I didn't notice, that I'm not raging with fury inside.
He's very busy so he might not look at the footage, right?
Right?!
I bet Àlvaro has a thousand different things to do than check security cameras if there's no need for him to.
I closed my eyes in defeat as I reached for some clothes and headed to the bathroom for some privacy. When I shut myself away, I internally let out a scream.
Fuck Àlvaro for ruining my life! Fuck this stupid house!
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A few days passed and I've stayed well out of Àlvaro's way. I've barely even laid eyes on Santiago. I knew they were planning something but I just didn't know what yet.
But then, I was bored out of my mind. I don't even have a phone! Those two men were literally the only people I talk to since I've been here, even though the conversations were always heated. It was better than nothing.
The least he could do was get me a phone!
I exited the room and walked down the hall towards Àlvaro's office. I knew he was in there because I could hear the tapping of computer keys but for a moment, I paused outside the door. I raised my knuckles but I didn't knock at first. I waited because I needed to mentally put together my words.
When I finally plucked up the courage to knock, I did so and I slowly stepped back as If he could see me.
“Come in.” He shouts from the other side.
I pressed my hand to the door handle and pushed it open. My eyes fell upon Àlvaro sitting behind his desk, the standard black shirt he wore was rolled up to his elbows revealing his thick tattoos. The first few buttons were undone, showing off the tanned skin underneath. I watched as his eyebrows creased into a frown.
When my eyes met his, I drew in a sharp breath. Memories of the other night came crashing back to me.
“Whatever it is you have to say, I suggest you do it quickly and not just stand by the door.”
His deep voice has me shivering but I quickly straightened my spine and cleared my throat. I walked into the office and shut the door behind me. Slowly, I walked towards his desk but not close enough.
I watched as his eyes left mine and rolled down my comfy attire.
“You forcibly took me away from the life I know, brought me to this dump of a house. I'm neither a slave nor a guest. You don't want to kill me, neither do you want to send me back to my former life.” I say boldly and Àlvaro's eyes narrow. “I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm fucking bored and I need something to entertain me, preferably a phone.”
“You guess?”
He stood up from his chair, reminding me of his impressive height. Right now, I feel like the size of a pea next to him.
When he stepped away from his desk and took those long, yet agonizing strides around his office to settle in front of me, I still didn't lower my chin because I knew that he was just trying to intimidate me right now.
Now he stood inches from me, staring at my glum expression. He raised a hand to grip my chin and I still didn't flinch. I kept my eyes trained on his. I struggled to breathe calmly at the feel of his cold fingers against my skin.
His fresh aftershave wrapped itself around my lungs making my insides tingle. The bastard!
Why does he have to smell like a million fucking dollars? I want to douse him in petrol to get rid of this mouthwatering smell.
“You think you're smart to just waltz into my office and make demands? What do you need a phone for? To contact a boyfriend perhaps.”
I pulled back slightly but his hands doesn't move. My eyes narrowed in his direction and I couldn't help the smug look on my face as I analyzed him. “Yes.” I lied. “Are you jealous?”
He snarled like he's in disgust. His forehead wrinkled as he responded. “Quite the opposite. I'd take great pleasure in killing the motherfucker.”
I bit down on my lips. “Charming.” I murmured.
Àlvaro's eyes flicked between mine. “You have absolutely no right to make any demands. You're only still alive because I'm still trying to decide what to do with you so don't you think that I care one bit about you.”
“I don't care one bit for you either.” I straightened my spine and moved away from his grip.
Something resembling amusement flashed between his eyes at my words.
Was it even necessary for me to repeat that?!
I've gotten so used to his evil glares and cold eyes that seeing him look remotely entertained made heat prickled the back of my neck as he smirked at me, a smirk that suggested that he was ready to play.
“Really?” He stepped closer and I swallowed thickly. “Because it seems you did the other night while I felt your wet thighs. You couldn't help yourself, could you? Or actually….you did. You did help yourself.”
It took approximately one second for my face to go up in raging flames. Heat radiated throughout my body as I stared back at him with a new found anger.
“You shouldn't have watched that.” I said with clenched teeth. Suddenly I'm finding it very hard to breathe. “That was private.”
The corner of his lips twitched. “Private? This is my fucking house.”
He folded his arms across his chest, extenuating his broad chest and muscular arms. I don't even want to look at him, not when I feel like blowing up.
He took away my privacy. I want to yell every curse word in the world at the top of my lungs.
“You're kinda cute when you're angry.” He said, studying my face.
He was taunting me. I knew he was taunting me. The bastard! I want to poke his eyeballs so far into his brain until there's nothing left of it.
“I'm gonna fucking kill you!” I spat in his direction.
He flashed me a smile. A fucking smile. “Threats really turn me on. Say more.”
“Fuck you.”
Before he got a chance to irk me more than he already has, I turned from his tall stature and walked towards the door. I grabbed the door handle and ripped it open as I stormed down the hall and into my room.