Chapter 94 Camilla’s Pov.
Feelings are weaknesses.
The more Leonardo repeated these words to me during my training in the past few months, the more I began to believe it.
I liked the ability to be able to shut off all my feelings and lock them in a tiny deep box inside me. I was determined that nothing was going to catch me off guard anymore. And I was doing so damn well, everything was going according to plan until I saw those deadly eyes again. Until I saw Àlvaro again.
For months, my hatred towards the Castillo family increased. I was feeding the hatred deep inside me, turning it into a weapon with which I want to destroy them. I want to see them beg for mercy just like I once did.
But instead, I was begging Àlvaro to make me come with my legs wrapped around his head, rubbing my pussy against his mouth like a pathetic whore.
And he did it. He made me come so hard, the hardest I did in months. For a moment, while his mouth was down on me and he was between my legs, I forgot about everything and I let my guard down.
Weak and vulnerable, that's how I felt.
You wouldn't blame me. He used to be my boyfriend so that made it okay, right?
But he doesn't deserve the control he still has over my body. Not after everything I've learned about him and what his father did to mine.
But here I am, clutching the little piece of paper with the address he gave me as I stood in front of the room, cursing myself. Turns out it was an hotel. I was surprised not to find a single guard around the premises. He must be getting really comfortable which is a bad idea for him but what do I care? That makes everything easier for me.
I knocked on the door and just a few seconds later, he opened faster than I expected as if he had been waiting for me all day by the door.
As soon as the door opened and his gaze landed on me, his lips curled into a slight grin, inviting me to enter the devil's lair by moving to the side and that's what I did.
“I thought I wasn't going to see you despite my invitation.” I heard his hoarse voice behind me as I looked around the room with a large king sized bed in the middle and a huge window with a view of the city from above right in front of me.
“Thinking is not something you're good at.” I fired back, turning to find him with his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't in a suit now but a regular t-shirt and shorts like he didn't have a care in the world. There was a playful smile on his lips and my eyes stayed longer than I wanted on them.
Camilla, concentrate!
“I can name a few things you know I'm very good at though.” His grin grew even bigger, watching my face burn up. I shook my head, burying deep inside me the sinful thought that entered my mind. This playful side of him was such a rare sight to behold. Too bad I didn't get to see more of it while he still had me under a spell.
I can't have him anymore.
“I'm not here to have a stupid reunion talk but to give all this back to you.” I managed to say back, throwing a box filled with all the jewelries he's ever bought me down his feet. His eyes followed it and he furrowed his brows in confusion, before looking back up at me, waiting for me to speak.
“I have no need for them anymore.”
“And you're sure you have no need for them?” His husky voice echoed around the room as he looked down at the box with disdain.
“And why wouldn't I be? I want nothing to do with you anymore.” I fired back, feeling my blood heat up. “Like you already know now, my father is still alive and the last thing he'll want to see is me in the arms of someone in the Castillo family. A family we both despised.”
“But you've already been in the arms of someone in the Castillo family.” He reminded me, a sly grin playing on his lips as he took a slow agonizing step towards me but I didn't move back. “More than once to be specific.”
I took a deep breath, feeling myself getting even more nervous because I knew he was right. I've been with him more times than I can even count.
“You kidnapped me. It wasn't like I had a choice.”
“You didn't seem to mind that you were kidnapped when you were screaming my name to fuck you faster.” He muttered, cracking his head to the side, showing me his perfect white teeth. I clenched my fists, feeling my entire face turn red from the rage taking over my body. “If I can remember correctly, there were times you practically begged me to fuck you.”
“I don't remember doing that.” I lied shamelessly to his face, making his cocky grin disappear like a storm cloud from his face. “The other men who fucked me erased my memories of you and that house of horrors from my mind.”
It was a big fat lie, it was pathetic. I'm ashamed to admit that I've not so much as kissed any other man since Àlvaro. No matter how hard I tried to erase him, Àlvaro was as much tattooed in my mind just as he was branded on my wrist. I still couldn't bring myself to clean off the branding on my wrist that always reminded me of that house.
Àlvaro's eyes darkened like death itself and in a split second, his hand wrapped around my throat squeezing it so hard it cut the air from my lungs, making me nearly suffocate as he pressed my body to the nearby wall.
“Say that again.” He growled in a low voice, releasing his grip a bit to give me a chance to take a breath which he quickly took from me again as he tightened his grip around my throat. “Come on, chica. I fucking dare you to say it again.”
I wanted to, just to rub it in his face. I was suffocating on my own words as I felt his mint hot breath on my lips.
“You think you can play with the big leagues now because your daddy said so?” He snarled against my lips, tightening his grip even more, almost making me see stars. “I can so easily turn back to the same Àlvaro you met back at the nightclub, chica.”
His grip on my throat loosened, forcing me to gasp for air. “Let me tell you something. You know nothing about this world and if you don't watch that little mouth of yours, you're gonna get eaten alive.”
“Fuck you.” I spat at him still coughing and struggling for air.
“You already did it.” He spat at me, a dark grin curling on his lips. “My scent's all over your body and you fucking know it. I've always owned this pussy. I'm pretty sure the pathetic excuse of men whom you fucked felt it too. I'm sure none of them fucked you the way you deserve.”
“You're just so full of yourself. All you Castillo men.” I said, almost out of breath, pushing him to give me space but he was like a wall glued to me and he didn't move even an inch. Well, it was already too late to mention that I didn't actually get intimate with anymore so I just had to play into my lie. “I bet Santiago could fuck me better than you.”
That was a low blow even for me but he deserved it for almost choking me to death.
The next thing I felt was his fist hesitating the wall next to my head, I didn't even blink. I won't give him the pleasure of seeing me afraid of him.
His hand grabbed my face roughly, pressing my cheeks with his fingers, breathing heavily against my lips. His eyes were as black as death.
“You still haven't learnt your lesson to keep your fucking mouth shut, huh?”
I was speechless. I was turned on. I wanted him to touch me more than I would ever admit.
“And if I don't?”
“I'll make you.”
And once again, he took the air from me but this time, by crashing his lips to mine, rough and fast.
There was nothing tender in his actions and in his touch but that's exactly what I wanted right now. That's why my nidy was burning in his arms, begging for more.
I know I should get out of this room but instead, I threaded my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. His mouth moved against mine, hot and demanding. Hus tongue played with mine with force and need.
The little satin black dress I was wearing quickly fell to the ground like a rag as Àlvaro tore it in two with ease, leaving me in just my black panties. I gasped but the sound was muffled by his tongue finding its way into my mouth again.
My hands slid under his white shirt, skimming his hit skin, hus muscles tightening against my touch. Àlvaro allowed me to remove tge short from his body and my hands found their way to his hot skin, loving how it feels against my fingers. His heart was pounding against his chest so fast, my pussy throbbing as hard as his heart was beating.
While he was still kissing me, his hands tore my panties and his rough hand cupped my wet pussy, making me wince at his touch.
“Alreasy so fucking wet without even being touched.” He purred against my neck, sliding his tongue along it and I bared my neck to give him better access. “Do you remember now?”