Chapter 71 Camilla’s Pov.
His hands roamed my body, lifting my nightdress and cupping my ass in his tattooed hands. I moaned softly, leaving myself in his arms completely.
His rough fingers slowly removed my thong, letting them hit the ground. I could feel how damn wet I was and he hadn't even touched me yet.
As if intoxicated, I pushed his body to lie down on the bed and he did so without taking his eyes off me, letting me take control of him for the first time.
His hands pulled my body closer to his impatiently as they touched every inch of it. He was breathing heavily, looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time.
With his help, my legs were on both sides of his body and my bare pussy made contact with his fully clothed body, feeling his hard cock through his shorts without me even touching him. I began to rub against him slowly and seductively, earning a few moans from him as he held me by the waist, helping me.
“Fuckkk.” He cursed with a throaty moan, squeezing my waist. “Sit on my face.” He demanded and I was already too far gone to even say no.
With a trembling body, I stood up without taking my eyes off him as I cupped his face, pulling my body down where his full plump lips met my hot needy pussy.
I held my breath as Àlvaro placed small kisses on my pussy, holding me by my hips. He placed a slow soft kiss directly on my clit, glancing up at me as he does it and I let out a soft cry.
I moaned, looking down into his eyes as his tongue gave my clit a long pleasurable lick, enough to make me a fucking mess on him.
He slid his tongue from my entrance to my clit, letting me feel the roughness of his tongue against my skin, causing me to fall into ecstacy, dropping my head back and using his chest for support. My hips involuntarily rolled on his mouth, desperately seeking what he was so cruelly depriving me of.
He began to move his tongue more against my clit, motivated by my moans as I moved in sync with his movements and my legs began to tremble. The arousal gathered low in my stomach and my pussy throbbed from how good he does it.
“Yesss.” I moaned as his tongue made circular motions around my clit, sucking it, biting it lightly, and repeating the motion for a few more strokes as I lost my mind over him.
His tongue on my pussy was slowly becoming an addiction. The feeling of pleasure was indescribable. Àlvaro pressed my body down to his mouth like his life depended on it and my legs widened. Another moan bounces off me as he sensually curled his tongue, hitting my spot.
Having a dominant and cruel mafia boss like Àlvaro beneath me, pleasuring me with his tongue in this way only intensified my arousal and my moans.
“I can fuck your sweet little pussy with my tongue all night long.” He mumbled, blowing against my clit before licking it, making me hold my breath.
I cried out loud, moving faster against his tongue as Àlvaro allowed me to ride his mouth as I pleased. I let my head drop back again as Àlvaro moved his hands up to my breasts, cupping them in his rough hands through my nightdress.
My hips swiveled, grinding against his mouth as tasted me, drinking from me like it was his favorite wine. He sucked on my clit, earning a sharp moan followed by his name as my nails dug into him.
My eyes rolled back as I felt his tongue working on the balls of nerves on my clit, doing it so fucking good that I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer.
Every inch of my body was overpowered by the orgasm crashing through me and it felt like I was exploding as my vision blurred.
I let out a sharp cry as my body shook violently against his mouth as waves after waves of pleasure hit my body like thunder. I almost passed out from the pleasure his tongue was giving me.
Àlvaro let his tongue out, allowing me to do as I pleased with him as I rode out my orgasm, earning a loud moan from me before I dropped my head back, defeated by him and breathing heavily. I could feel my pulse in my whole fucking body.
Out of breath and with shaking legs, I found the strength to lie down on the bed next to him, still feeling dizzy.
“You did so good, chica.” I heard his low dark voice as his hands moved against my thighs, going up to my sensitive pussy.
And just like that, something inside me snapped.
I turned to look at him and there were still traces of my juices on his lips. He looked so good, knowing it was mine but I knew I had to stay focused this time because if I let him fuck me now, I'll continue wallowing pitifully in my love for him knowing that he doesn't feel the same way.
I got up on my feet even though they were soft and shaky, fixing my nightdress.
There was no difference between me and the whores in his clubs and the fucking strippers. I was such a whore.
“I think you should leave. I'm tired.” I said in an even voice, avoiding his gaze as I stood by the door, waiting for him to leave.
Àlvaro was still laying on the bed with his cock hard as fuck in his shorts and his eyes went wide, his lips half open with my juices still all over them.
“This is my fucking house, Camilla. What the fuck?!”
“You've been ignoring me all these while and you think just because you came into my room in the middle of the night I'd spread my legs wide open for you? I'm may be your prisoner Àlvaro but I'm not a whore.” He looked at me as if I just hit him on ghe head with something hard, still not making a move to leave.
“You know what, this might be your house but if you're not gonna leave my room, I'll be in the next one. Rest assured, it's going to be locked. Good night Àlvaro.” I said before exiting the room.
I stormed into the nearby room with a victorious walk, hearing sounds coming from the room I just exited as if something collided with the wall hard.
Good.
Let him suffer.
Àlvaro's Pov.
I drove my fist mercilessly into the bloodied face of the bastard in front of me.
Punch after punch after punch, until the pitiful likeness of a man was laying almost unconcious in before me. His face was swollen and he looked like he was fighting for every breath he took in.
My fury increased with each punch, his pain satisfying the ugly beast inside of me. I saw pure black in front of me. Nothing else went through my mind except the need to hurt this motherfucker. His sounds of agony filled the silence in the room until after one last hard punch, the sounds stopped and his body collapsed to the ground, dead.
I breathed heavily, my body still filled with anger. I looked down at my hands covered in blood and my eyes fell to the lifeless body on the ground with no sign of breathing.
I kicked him a few times and with no reaction from him, I confirmed that he was really dead.
If he was good enough to speak and put aside his pride and loyalty like the other guy, I would've been generous enough to choose a quicker death but he decided to be a little bitch and I had to make him pay for that.
Santiago handed me a small towel with which I wiped my hands and after I was done, I threw it down next to the man's dead body.
I need to stop sitting idle waiting for when my uncle is going to strike again. It's obvious he's planing something with the way we keep intercepting his men around my neighborhood. Although this particular man was more professionally trained as he wasn't as quick to talk as the other one, I knew my uncle was planning something.
“You didn't have to kill him in the middle of the living room, you know. We have places for this.” Santiago muttered, looking down at the man's lifeless body in disgust, the face almost unrecognizable.
“If he had just told me what I needed to know, I might not have killed him.” I snapped, looking down at my blood stained white t-shirt. “At least not like this.”
“I've always loved how impulsive you are.” Santiago chuckled but I decided to ignore what he said as I turned to the guards standing around the room. “Get rid of this body before Camilla walks in on it.” I muttered.
Why the fuck do I even care if she walks in on it? She fucking knows I'm a murderer already and from the way she spoke to me yesterday and last night, they should be dragging her lifeless body away if she was someone else.
But that was the problem.
She wasn't someone else. She was Camilla and the way I feel about her scares the shit out of me.