Chapter 52 Camilla’s Pov.
I stood up slowly from the stool and pulled down my dress as I glanced at Chloe who was practically shaking with fear. Even when the possibility of death of right before her eyes, I've never known her to cower in fear so her reaction right now was a bit alarming.
I could practically see the steam evaporating from Àlvaro's head as he grabbed my wrist.
“If I so much ad find out that you orchestrated this,” He said, pointing a stern finger at Chloe. “And you,” He pointed at me this time, “You're in so much fucking trouble.”
A shiver ran down the center of my spine and straight to my core. I almost jolted at the sensation but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction that seeing him like this weirdly turns me on.
What in God's name is wrong with me?
From a virgin to this?
But my self depreciation didn't stop me from thinking about how hard an angry Àlvaro would fuck.
I glanced up to realize that Rizzo was not standing beside him.
“Boss.” He started.
“I don't even want to hear whatever it is you have to say.” He snapped. “Drive that bitch back.” He said, pointing at Chloe again. “I'll take this other bitch.” He said, obviously referring to me.
There goes my fun Saturday night.
Rizzo nodded, huffing out a breath without saying another word as he grabbed Chloe and led her out the door of the club. Neither him nor Chloe even bothered to give me a backward glance. I guess I'm stuck with the monster but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Only when we got to the car did he release my wrist to open the passenger side door. “Get inside.”
I obeyed immediately because I honestly didn't have the courage to disobey him any longer. He slides into the driver's seat and then slams the door shut, making me jump. “Do I have to remind you to put on your seatbelt?”
I swallowed harshly and reached for the seatbelt, clicking it in place. The journey back to the house felt torturous. We rode in silence. He wouldn't even look at me, let alone have a conversation with me. I decided to keep mute too because I didn't want to make the situation even worse than it already is.
We pulled up to the house and immediately the car came to a halt, he turned to me. “Get the fuck out.”
My nipples ached at the tone of his voice.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I guess I was truly a horny drunk.
I got out of the car and stood on shaky legs in my high heels. The guards around the compound were making a show of avoiding our gaze but failing woefully. We got to the front door and I got the keys from my bag and opened the door, pushing my way in.
“You don't have to be here, you know.” I said, slightly over my shoulder as he joined me inside.
“Apparently, I do. Since the bodyguard I assigned to you was simply just a waste of my time and resources.” He slammed the door behind him so loudly that some of the paintings on the wall shook. I twirled around to face him.
“This was all me, okay? Rizzo and Chloe had nothing to do with tonight. I orchestrated it all.”
“What the fuck were you thinking?!” He yelled so loudly I was sure the guards outside could hear him.
“I just wanted to go out. I'm safe here, aren't I? You said that.”
Àlvaro's eyes flared with a new found anger and the last thing I wanted to do was get him even more angry but I guess just opening my mouth would be enough to get him even more angry.
“You just wanted to go out?” He was looking at me like he wanted to burn me alive. “You're such a stupid fucking bitch.”
I scowl at his words. “I might be a lot of things but you dare not call me stupid.”
He took a few large steps towards me before he knotted his fingers into the back of my hair and arched my back, his body towering over mine. I winced at the painful sensation.
“I'll call you whatever the fuck I want to call you especially when you think you could pull something like this off without me knowing.” He grumbled, brows deeply furrowed. “Sergei could've been at Antonio's club tonight, then all my efforts to keep you and that blonde bitch safe would've been in vain. That's what you don't fucking understand.”
I closed my eyes as I slowly realised that there was more to his anger. He cared. He might not admit it directly but I knew and the thought made me so fucking wet.
“Sergei wasn't there.” I whispered.
“That's not the point.” He snapped.
He pushed me back slightly and then turned me around as he pushed me down on the sofa, bending my ass over the arm of the couch. He yanked up my dress leaving me exposed in my thong. I whimpered at the sudden cold air that grazed my bare skin.
I could feel his palm pressed to my ass cheeks before he spanked me so hard I groaned out loud. “Now, I want to hear you say you're sorry.” He hissed through his teeth, meeting my ass in another smack.
My whole body jolted forward on the sofa because of the force of his smacks. My fingers clawed into the cushion for stability as he continued smacking me until I could feel my ass burning.
At this point, I was already crying out because it fucking hurts but I was also freaking wet at the same time.
“Tell me you're fucking sorry.” He yanked back my head and pressed his lips to my ear.
“I sorry.” I murmured, whimpering pathetically.
“What was that?” I knew he heard me. He was clearly taunting me.
“I'm sorry.” I gasped loudly, trying to catch my breath. “I'm sorry. It won't happen again.”
“If I ever catch you trying to play a fast one on me, I'll fuck this pretty little ass on this hard wooden floor until your knees are black and you're a fucking mess. Don't ever test me again, Camilla. This is your last warning.”
My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head at his kinky threats. How do I tell him that I fucking need him to teach me that lesson?
After a few moments, just when I thought he was about to leave me alone, he ripped my head back again.
“And who the fuck was that man?” His voice turned a notch darker.
His hand trailed down my ass and through the thin fabric of my thong, his fingers slightly brushing my pussy. I whimpered softly at the small touch and tried not to think about how hard my clit was throbbing.
“I said, who the fuck was he?” He growled in my ear again.
I couldn't stand his teasing anymore and for a split second, I made the very rash decision to play with fire, hoping I really don't get burnt in the process. I turned my head to face Àlvaro with a smirk on my face.
“He said he wanted to fuck me.”
Well, I wasn't exactly lying in a way because Colin might have started off with asking for a dance but I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that sex was what he truly wanted.
Àlvaro's jaw tensed in my direction and he moved my thong out of the way to slap my pussy, hard. “Keep talking, chica. You're doing a really good job of pissing me off.”
My eyes twinkled at the darkness in his tone. “Maybe I should've considered th—”
“Finish that sentence, Camilla. I dare you to finish that fucking sentence.”