Chapter 49 Àlvaro's Pov.
"We'll see about that." I chuckled darkly into her ear. She gasped loudly, my hand sliding around to grab the front of her throat. Her little fingers grabbed my wrists as I fucked her with my fingers over and over until she rolled her head unto my shoulder.
My fingers plunged in and out of her tight hole, my thumb working to massage her throbbing clit. She whimpered and gripped my wrists tighter, holding down a breath as I bring her closer to the edge. I felt her body begin to shake against mine and I quickly pulled my hand away from her pussy.
She huffed out a breath in protest, eyes now shut as she attempted to control her breathing.
"Do you want to come?"
"No."
I smirked against her neck. My fingers pinched her clit and she jolted, moaning loudly.
"Sure about that?" I asked heavily before burying my fingers back inside her.
Camilla tried to muffle the sounds that escaped her throat by closing her mouth but I forced her jaw open with my hand. I stroked her clit at the same time I pound her pussy with my fingers. The sound of her wetness echoed around the kitchen.
She extends her neck again and gasped, her knees beginning to wobble as I brought her close to her release again. Her whimpers started becoming louder and I retreated my hand again.
"Fuck." She cursed.
I smiled smugly at the words that fall from her lips. This time, I ran rough circles around her clit, her wetness sliding down the pads of my fingers.
"Oh shit! Oh shit!" She began to shake.
Her pussy pulsates against my finger and I draw out a laugh as I pulled my hand away again.
A strangled sound fell from the back of her throat.
"Still don't want to come?"
"Mm." She whined but obviously not brave enough to repeat her previous answer.
I slid my hand out from her thong and spanked her ass. Her loud gasp has my cock pressing to the zip of my trousers painfully. My eyes peeked down at the red mark on her skin, my handprint perfect on her sensitive skin.
"Answer me." I demanded in her ear.
My hand slipped back into her pussy soaked through to her panties. I dipped my finger back inside her, taking no mercy this time. I fucked her with my fingers hard and fast and she bellowed out a cry at the change in tempo.
"If you don't want to come." I bit her earlobe. "Why are you practically dripping because I'm finger fucking this pussy?"
Camilla’s eyes shut and a lone tear rolled down her cheek. I plunged my fingers on and out, connecting my thumb back to her sensitive clit again. "Àlvaro." She gasped when I brought her to the start of her climax but I stopped before she crashes over the finished line.
She almost screamed when I stop, her body now covered in a thin layer of sweat. She knew better than to challenge me right now.
"Please." She whimpered quietly.
I hummed in her ear. "Louder."
Her jaw clenched as she gritted her teeth together. "You heard me."
I gave her another spank on her ass. "Say. It. Again."
I watch her lips wobble and I stroked her core over her damp thong. Her body shivered in my grip and I laughed again. This woman could keep me on my fucking toes forever and I'd never get tired of the chase.
My finger slides along the fabric of her thong over again and I circled her clit slowly, not enough for a release. Her fingernails now dug into my wrist, marking the skin as she arched her back into me.
"Say. It. Again."
A tear rolled down her curved cheek again. "Please."
"You want to come now?"
"Yes." He gasped as I rubbed her clit harder.
I listened to the rhythm of her breathing, getting closer by the second. When I knew she was about milliseconds away from cuming, I took my hand away from her pussy and released her throat. She slumped onto the counter as I took a step away. Her head whipped over her shoulders to look at me with hazy lustful eyes.
"Too bad." I said deeply.
Camilla’s legs began to tremble and I completely adored the sight of her right now, a mess. Skin flushed and her wetness coating her thighs.
"You can't be serious." She said with a shuddering breath.
I smirked in her direction. "I told you, you wouldn't like the consequences."
She squeezed her legs together, her expression drooping as the pleasure in her body heightens knowing that I wouldn't give it to her. "I hate you."
I crossed my arms over my chest. "Well, we both know the feeling is mutual."
Camilla’s eyes turned lethal. She could barely stand on those shaky legs.
"Now go get fucking dressed before Rizzo gets here." I dismissed her. "I don't want him seeing you in this state."
She glared at me but I ignored her as I took a step away from her and began to inspect the house. I heard her feet patter against the floor as she walked to her room and slammed the door shut. I curl my lip at the sound. Even my cock was begging for a goddamn release. I was so angry that I didn't realize that punishing her was punishing myself.
I washed my hands in the kitchen, ridding myself of her arousal before I'd be tempted to follow her to her bedroom and fuck her against the wall.
Camilla soon emerged from the bedroom in a pair of figure hugging circling shorts and a low cut top. I growl at her appearance but she pretended not to notice and walked straight towards her phone that was laying on the coffee table.
"You're pushing your luck, Camilla."
"You wanted me to change, I did. So what are you talking about?"
My eyes flared in her direction and just then, a knock sounded on the door. I twisted my head to the sound and Camilla walked past me. "Oh? The bodyguard came early?"
I hurriedly placed a hand on her shoulder and moved past her before she could get to the door. My eyes fell upon the tall man in front of me and though he doesn't meet my height, he's still big with broad shoulders and massive arms.
"Rizzo." I say.
"Mr Castillo." He held out his hand to shake mine. "Pleased to see you again."
I stood out of the way as Rizzo stepped inside. Camilla has her hands crossed over her chest. "Rizzo, this is Camilla Torres. Camilla, Rizzo."
Camilla stepped forward, nodding.
"Miss Torres." Rizzo said politely as he held out a hand for her too.
"Nice to meet you, Rizzo."
"Right." My voice cuts through the air as they disconnect their hands. "Let's go over the job roles and what I expect from you."
We sat around the kitchen counter, despite what happened right there just barely ten minutes ago. I ran Rizzo through his orders, reminding him I had access to the different cameras in the house.
"Anything you'd like to add, Camilla?"
She nodded and sat up straight. "I don't need to be bombarded with your presence all the time. I want my privacy too."
After a few moments, she glanced at me, challenging me with her eyes ro refute her. When will this bitch learn?
"Understood." Rizzo bowed his head towards her.