Chapter 21 Chapter Twenty one

Chapter 21 Chapter Twenty one
Marco's POV

When I took off to deal with one of my men who decided to be a traitor and trade my company's secrets, the last thing I'd expect was to receive a distress call from Flynn stating that Camlia attacked him and ran away. I found her staggering through the crowds in a busy street and brought her home.

Instead of admitting she was wrong to seduce the man and ran away when things spiraled out of hand she tried to play the victim and I snapped.

“Let go of me!” Camila croaked, but I was blinded by fury.

Tearing off the fabric that enclosed her nude body, I stared down at her beige lacy bra and panties, she looked to the other side but I grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at me.

“Look at me!” I thundered then dug my palm into her bra, popping out one boob and she yelped.

“Stop this madness!” She begged, her legs thrashing against me but I had her fully pinned under my heavy weight.

I gave her boob a rough squeeze and she winced in pain but I wasn't done. “Is this how he touched you? Is this how you want it?”

“Get off me!”

“No Camila, answer me when I ask you a question.” I quietly ordered her, not raising my voice but the weight was enough to leave no room for defiance.

Her ragged breathing highlighted her overlapping words. “Please….”

An image of her straddling Flynn flashed across my eyes and my hand descended on her face; fast and sharp as the crack it made split the air. “Stay down!” I snapped.

Without wasting time, I angrily tore off her bra and she cried out in pain. She tried to cover her boobs with the arm I freed but I snickered and pinned her down even harder. “I said….stay down!”

She whimpered, mumbling words I didn't bother listening to. I crashed my lips on hers, fiercely exploring her mouth, this time; I didn't hold back as I planted my kisses all over her neck, I placed my mouth on her nipples and roughly bit on them. She let out a soft moan which inadvertently turned me on.

“Btch,” I spat, bitterly.

“Please….please stop.”

“Shut it!”

Tired of the foreplay, I trailed my fingers to the lace of her panties and tore it with one swift move of my hand, she tried to shy away from me but I held her in place. She closed her legs, denying me access to her vgina. I sniffed her belly button then down to her pssy. “Spread your legs whore.” I hissed.

“No.”

I let out a dry sarcastic laughter, the kind that carried wicked intentions then without warning I struck her across the face then punched her in the stomach. She cried out in pain but I wasn't listening.

Hissing, I backed away for a moment to unbuckle my trousers then stripped down to only my underwear, tossing rhe clothes away, I caught a brief flicker of panic and fear in her eyes. Good. Let her feel the fear because I wasn't planning to stop.

“Spread your legs Camila, don't make me repeat myself.” I warned her.

No response. Curling my fingers into a fist, I punched her knees, swift and unforgiving.

“Arghhhh!”

“Spread your legs!”

I rained blows upon blow on her kneecap, weakening her defenses, tears rolled down her face effortlessly and she twisted, pushed and did anything she could to get free.

“Please stop….you're hurting me.” She begged, her voice breaking as she continued struggling despite the obvious difference in our strength.

She clawed against my hands, her sharp fingernails digging into the skin on my palm desperate for a break but I kept raining blows on her and then, her strength faltered, she fell back on the bed, bawling her eyes out as the pain overwhelmed her.

Easily, I parted her legs and dug two fingers into her hole.

“Don't do this.” She pleaded, her voice raw and desperate.

“Is this how you like it? Was this how he touched you?” I asked, angrily.

“No,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

I let my fingers penetrate even deeper into her, maliciously inserting two more.

“No,” she whispered but I wasn't listening.

I yanked down my underwear and whipped out my pnis. I caught the look of bewilderment in her eyes as I positioned myself in between her thighs. She tried to shift away but I grabbed her waist, causing her to arch it.

“Since you want to be a whore, I'll show you how. You should be grateful I didn't ask my men to do this while I watch.”

“Wait!” She yelled, a tone of urgency in her voice. “Please stop………don't do this, I've never had sex before.”

I was slightly taken aback by her sudden outburst and disgusted at her pathetic attempt to gain my pity.

“I'll be the judge of that.” I spat, grinning evilly then I pushed my pnis into her.

“Arghhhh” she let out a bone chilling, gut wrenching shrill and I smacked her hard on the face.

“Shut it!”

The pounding rhythmic movement in and out of her wasn't the least slow, I increased my pace and intensity at once, exerting all my pent up frustration and anger.

“You're hurting me.”

“Please stop.”

“Please….”

She cried, cursed and whimpered but I didn't stop, instead, I leaned in and grabbed her neck, threatening to choke her.

“This is what a monster does Camila, now look at me!” I roared as she looked away, her face was red from all the fake crying, she bit down her bottom lips as I thrust deeper into her, from the corner of my eyes, I saw as she grabbed a handful of the bed covers. Bloody hypocrite.

As I thrust even further, her cries became silent, breaking into sobs, it was as if she had given up. There was only helplessness, defeat and agony in her eyes but if I took pity on everyone whose eyes I saw these same emotions, I'd be dead years ago.

While I indulged in the warmness and pleasure her tight pssy offered, she lay there, almost lifeless and as I climaxed, I pulled out and poured the cum all over her naked body.

“That wasn't hard, was it?” I mocked as I heaved heavily, getting off her and picking up my underwear to put them on. “You should be thanking me, I've satisfied your slutty cravings.”

She said nothing, just letting tears slide down her face, she had a blank look on her face and I scoffed. “Keeping mute doesn't make me feel the least remorse.

I wore my clothes and clicked my tongue, turned around; ready to head back to my room.

“Thank you….for runing me.” She uttered, barely above a whisper and I guffawed at her weak attempt at guilt-tripping her.

I took one last look at her and spotted stains of blood on the bed but I read no meaning to it. As I got to my room, I shed off all the clothing on me and stepped into the shower, my body still felt the aftermath pleasure of my rigorous activity with Camila.

As the water washed over my body, I frowned slightly; eyes dropping as the water carried thin streaks of red across the tile, for a second; I didn't understand what I was looking at until my eyes trailed to my pnis and saw the stains were washed down from it.

It wasn't bleeding and I was definitely not hurt which could only mean that blood was smeared on it, my eyes widened in realization.

Camila

She wasn't lying, it's her first time. A feeling I long suppressed and never imagined I was capable of feeling coursed through me; panic.

She was right; I ruined her.