Chapter 102 Àlvaro's Pov.
Little by little, I was getting my strength back thanks to Camilla. Thanks to her, I didn't feel that much pain in my body when I moved my body or my leg. My wounds looked better now. I feel better.
Despite everything I told her, she still came back and took care of me when she should've left me to rot in hell. That just proved to me that my old Camilla is still here. The good Camilla. The one who somehow got under my fucking skin.
And despite everything she did, despite her betrayal, I still couldn't find the strength to hate her. That's fucking pathetic, I know.
I couldn't. I tried like hell but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to hate her. All I needed was to feel her close to me and it was game over. That's how much power she still has over me.
Anyone else who dared to do something like that against me would end up in a coffin, first tortured to death but with her? I can't fucking hurt her even though I said I would. Deep down, I'm sure she knew that I would never fucking hurt her, only if she begged me to do it. Only in bed.
And that's what I call weakness. I never believed that I would ever actually experience it. But here I am, fucking weak in the knees because of a woman.
I was deep in my thoughts when the door of the room opened. I expected Camilla to come in, smile and make my day a little bit better but all those hopes disappeared when I saw the red haired girl.
I believe Camilla called her Rosalia? Not that it mattered.
My eyes were drawn to her hands carrying food. A lot of food. I had no interest in it though.
With shaking hands, she placed the food on the table next to me and I chuckled inwardly. I know a woman's body too fucking well and I can tell when a woman wants me. It was written on this girl's face as she was blushing and barely holding eye contact. Her body language was another proof. If I wanted her, I could have her easily.
“I brought you some food.” She said, wobbling awkwardly, trying to avoid my gaze. Her face was red as fuck.
“I thought I'm only allowed to have food once a day.” I arched an eyebrow. “This is the second time if I'm not mistaken.”
“I managed to steal more food for you.” Her face turned even redder under my watchful gaze. “I thought you might be hungry.”
My grin grew bigger. Oh, poor girl.
“I thought you called me a dick?” I repeated her words from earlier, amused by the situation. “And you're still that desperate for my presence?”
I saw her holding her breath, her face even more red now as she played with her hands from a fair distance from the bed. I could barely hide my grin. She's like an open book to me and she doesn't even realise it.
“And you're still proving to be a dick.”
“And you're still right about that.”
She took a deep breath, visibly irritated, proving to me that I can get under her skin so easily. I'm sure I can get in easily in other places as well if I wanted. Too bad I don't.
“I just thought you might need some company.” She mumbled finally, looking around. “You're locked in this room all the time, you must be lonely.”
“And you think I need your company?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and she gave a faint smile, blushing.
“Why not?” She sat down on the bed next to me, her dress rising slightly as she sat down. Her body was slightly touching my leg but nothing to pique my interest. I returned my gaze to her flushed face and warm eyes. “I can try and make your stay here more pleasant.”
I almost laughed at her silly attempt to offer herself to me.
“How? By letting me fuck your little cunt?” The grin on my face was big and powerful and I can see how my dirty words made her want to hide from me as she turned her face to the other side.
I was genuinely having fun with this situation.
It's a shame how eager she was to offer herself to a man like me.
“You're so vulgar.”
“You came here, offering yourself to me and I'm the one who's vulgar?” I laughed. “That's not quite right, redhead.”
“You're impossible.” She whispered but I could see that she liked it. They always liked it.
It won't even stop her that my hands are chained to the bed. I'm sure that if I just said the word, she would ride me without me having to lift a finger. I could see it in her eyes how ready she was which made the whole picture even more pathetic.
I wouldn't say no if this was a year ago, but now? Now it's different. Everything is different.
“Aren't you friends with Camilla, redhead?” I asked, giving her a good look and she nodded. “You know she won't be happy if she finds out that you're here begging for my dick, right?”
She held her breath again which gave me great pleasure, seeing her disturbed face. “I'm sure she won't mind.” She replied, almost whispering and blushing even more.
“Oh, so you didn't know that she's the person who rides the same cock you're begging for, huh, redhead?” I raised an eyebrow mockingly and the shock on her face was irreplaceable. It was all worth it to see the horror and disgust on her face. “Well, now you do.” I winked at her, laughing at her face.
She quickly got up from the bed as if I burned her. She looked disgusted while my smile grew bigger and wilder. That's right. I wanted her far away from me. “You're a pervert.” She screamed at my face, her voice filled with anger and disgust. “When Leonardo finds out about the lies you're spreading about his daughter, he will kill you.”
“I'm already dead, redhead. I don't fucking care.” I replied in an even voice, wanting her to get out of my face already.
“Either Leonardo will finish you off or Afanas Veklov for daring to tell such lies about his fiancée.”
And that was when I snapped. Something inside me completely flipped over. Anger engulfed my body. The chains collided with the bed eagerly, causing the handcuffs to hit my skin, biting deeper into my flesh. The only salvation for the little whore in front of me right now was the fact that I was chained to the bed or else she would be lying dead on the ground already.
She jumped back like a frightened dog.
“Repeat what you just said.” I said through gritted teeth. If looks could kill, surely this whore would be fucking dead right now.
“Afanas Veklov will come for your head once he hears about the disgusting lies you're spreading about his fiancée.” She said in a higher voice, cutting deep into me with her words. “About Camilla.”