Chapter 19 Camilla’s Pov
I got dressed in a black fitted leggings, a black sports bra and a thin top. I grabbed an apple from the kitchen before heading towards the section of the house where the gym was located.
“You're late.” Àlvaro's voice snapped from across the room.
My eyebrows dipped, creating a scrowl. “No, I'm not.”
“Are you calling me a liar?”
I didn't miss the way his expression turned into something dark. He obviously doesn't want to be challenged today and I'm feeling quite on edge and irritable. This is going to be fantastic.
“It's eight.”
He raised his sports watch and narrowed his eyes. “Technically, it's three minutes past, which means you're late.”
I rolled my eyes and I bunched my hair up into a bun. “I'm here now, aren't I?”
“Your being late is eating into my own time and I think I've been generous enough to be doing this with you.”
“Well, Santiago could always train me.” I said in a hushed breath, away from his hearing. I just wasn't in the mood to cause any trouble.
It's safe to say that Àlvaro trains a lot harder than Santiago.
Training with Àlvaro felt like running barefoot through hell. We've had two sessions ever since and today would be my third.
At first, I kind of despised his way of teaching but after a while, I pushed away his authoritative tone and focused on the actual job at hand. I couldn't have him distracting me especially when I need to learn how to attack and defend myself.
He's pushed me to limits that I didn't even know I could achieve. When he tells me to kick, I kick and when I do it, I pretend it's his face and somehow, it makes me perform even better.
“Let's pick up from where we left off the other day.” He stepped closer to me. “Your legs are extremely weak. They are one of your best weapons when it comes to a fight and you have almost zero muscle.”
I recoiled from his words. “Zero?”
He ignored me and turned away to grab two pads that he slid on his hands and held them up to his shoulders. “Combinations with your feet, let's go.”
For an hour, he ran me into the ground, almost literally.
I'm covered in sweat from head to toe, kicking, punching.
“Harder, harder!” He yells at me.
My teeth grind against one another as I looked up at him, heaving to catch my breath in this suffocating room. So I do. I hit the pad with my foot harder but he shook his head. “Weak. I said harder, not softer.”
“I'm not weak.” I growled at his words.
“Then hit me fucking harder!”
A low scream escaped from the back of my throat as I swung my leg into the pad. I knew it was harder than all my other attempts because even Àlvaro flinched from the impact. But he still shook his head and scoffed at me like what I did was pathetic.
He was really getting on my nerves.
He dropped the pads and I stood there, breathing like a possessed demon.
Àlvaro sucked in a breath. “You're not even trying.”
I shook my head, my fists tightening beside me. Before I could think about what I was doing, I swung my leg and the front of my foot collided with his ribs.
“How's that for fucking harder?” I snapped at him.
His eyes shone with deep rage and suddenly, his hand was around my throat, clenching as he drew near to me. My legs turn to jelly at the death glare in his eyes. Why do I always have to rile him up?
“Now, there's that fucking attitude I've been waiting for.” He growled.
My eyebrows creased in confusion at his words but I couldn't stop now. I don't like this part of me when I'm with him but I just couldn't help it.
“It never left.”
His jaw tensed and it gave me an opportunity to admire his perfect bone structure, along with the stubble of his beard on his tan skin and the small scar running along his left cheek.
“What?” I taunted him when he said nothing more. “You can't take a girl having a good shot at you?”
The next thing I knew, he wrapped his other hand around my bun and tugged it backwards, exposing my neck and forcing me to look up at him as he towered over me. A whimper escapes my lips. His grip is hard, punishing.
“You try so hard to be smart despite my warnings.” He said, his breath tickling the edge of my jaw. “But that mouth is going to pay.”
I tilt my head towards him unintentionally brushing my lips against his. But when they did, my eyes fluttered shut and I suddenly couldn't breathe. It was almost like all the air had been sucked out of the room and when he gripped my bun even tighter and claimed my lips between his, I felt like I was in heaven.
The kiss is hard and passionate, exactly how I dreamed it would be.
Even my eyes began to water as he angled my head to capture my lips better. His tongue invaded my mouth, his one hand still around my throat and the other tightened on my hair. I couldn't move anywhere even if I tried.
Not that I wanted to. This is exactly where I wanted to be.
Àlvaro groaned into my mouth and the sound vibrated throughout my body. I whimpered in response and clutched onto his muscled forearms as my fingers dug into his bare skin.
He walked me backwards, quickly and I hit the wall with a thud but he continued to claim my mouth, sweeping his tongue against mine. I followed along because I was too busy enjoying every second of it.
Sweat dripped down my back pressed into the cool wall. He sucked at my bottom lip until I'm trembling in his hands. I've been fantasizing about this since the first day I met him.
My heart pounded wildly against my chest and he suddenly pulled away, leaving me gasping for more. When my eyes fluttered open, his eyes were so dark that it seemed as though I was staring into oblivion. Dark and cold, yet ready to devour.
“I think I need to do something about that goddamn attitude of yours. I'm tired of talking. Maybe I might just fuck it right out of you.”
“All talk.” I murmured breathlessly just to get a reaction out of him. And of course it worked.
He ripped me away from the wall and forced me onto my knees on the mat. He pressed his hand to the back of my head and forced my cheek down into the cool plastic material of the mat.
He grumbled something behind me but I couldn't hear from all the blood that was roaring in my ears.
I was scared but at the same time excited for whatever he wanted to do to me.
His hand gripped my leggings, practically ripping them down my legs, leaving me bare. There was no time for me to even contemplate what he was going to do when he landed a hand on my ass, the sound echoing off the walls. I jolted at the shock as I squeezed my eyes shut.
Then a finger slid inside me and I shuddered and whimpered at the same time.
“Always ready for me, huh?” He rasps from behind me as he ran the same finger along my sensitive core. “Mi virgen.” (My virgin)
I pursed my lips to stop myself from making any sound but it proved to be impossible. My back arched into the mat and he chuckled at my response to him. My body is physically answering to this monster and I hated and loved it at the same time.
He placed another finger inside of me, moving quickly. I groaned into the floor and huffed out a moan as my body began to shake. I'm a withering mess at the growing pleasure inside of me and just as quickly as he pulled me down on the mat, he took his fingers out of me and I suppressed a scream.
I relaxed back onto the floor, panting with my cheek plastered on the mat as I tried my hardest to catch my breath.
I guess he derives pleasure from leaving me frustrated.
He cursed under his breath in Spanish but I don't quite grasp his words.
“We're done for today's session.” He grumbled, before leaving me in a puddle on the floor.
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It's been a week since I've trained with Àlvaro. I've barely been able to look him in the eye because of the deep shame of knowing what we did, or rather, what he did to me.
I might as well drown in heaps of shame because why do I keep doing these shameful things with him?
My training sessions since then have only been with Santiago. He was never harsh with his words and I didn't try to challenge him. It was all tame.
But a part of me knew that it was only a matter of time before something forces Àlvaro and I to clash again. Maybe if I just get a taste of him, I'll be able to get him out of my bloodstream.
Àlvaro and Santiago have been out all night along with most of his men. They were planning something big. I've heard whispers but no one tells me anything.
For some reason, I couldn't sleep. I've tossed and turned so many times that the duvet is half on the floor. I groaned and slammed my hand down on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling.
I stood up to glance out the window. I spotted the trees in the distance blowing gently. I could use some fresh air. I latched onto my dress robe. Maybe if I caught a cold, I'd want to snuggle up in bed and easily fall asleep.
I left the room and headed downstairs towards the patio overlooking the lake. I twisted the key sitting on the lock of the sliding doors and I stepped outside, my bare foot against the chill of the wooden floor as I walked towards the bannister.
I sucked in a breath and allowed the chilly air to whip the skin of my bare legs and arms. The wind soon began to pick up, rustling against my ears but I didn't mind it. Infact, I found it quite relaxing in a weird way. It's the only place I get to be outside and completely alone.
When my skin began to rise in harsh goosebumps, I knew it was time to get back inside and into bed.
I frowned when I turned back to the patio door. I could've sworn I shut it to stop the cold chilly air from seeping inside but now, it's slightly ajar. My head tilted to the side and I managed to convince myself that I must be exhausted because I couldn't remember if I did lock it to be honest.
I brushed it off and walked back inside the house, locking the patio doors using the key. I took one glance at the big wall clock, 12:45am. I sighed. It's so damn late to still be up.
As I walked towards the stairs, a rustling sound charged towards me, startling me from behind. I turned to the sound quickly, my heartbeat already increasing in tempo.
Suddenly, I am tackled to the ground aggressively. I screamed out loudly as my back hit the marble floor.