Chapter 107 Camilla’s Pov.
Fear.
That was the only thing I felt as the cold gun was pressing hard against my head. My breathing was quick and short with thousands of thoughts running through my mind.
His warm breath spilled down my neck as his hand wrapped around my mouth from behind. He was literally holding my life in his hands, choosing my fate like he did the first time we met.
Something was telling me that this time, luck wasn't on my side.
Hidden here in the darkness of the garden, alone with him, I could feel my life slowly slipping away.
He easily pulled me to a nearby tree, pressed my body against it, pinning me down with his massive body. We were breathing the same air, that was how close we were to each other. His hand was still covering my mouth and the other was now pressing the gun to my cheek, then drifting it down my neck. His dark eyes was focused on me.
His eyes were hidden behind a black mask that covered half of his face but it was still enough to burn me with his gaze. He saw the fear written in my eyes and his lips formed into a tight grin. Scars stuck out from under the mask, close to his mouth, reminding me of my father's cruelty.
“Now, I'll remove my hand from your mouth and you'll be good enough to stay quiet if you want to live, understand?” He said in a deep and cold voice and I just nodded.
“Put your hands behind your back and you better keep them there.” I did as he said and when he was satisfied, he slowly removed his hand from my mouth, allowing me to take a deep breath. His body was still pressed against mine, hiding me from everything around us. Not that there was anyone here anyway. I was completely alone with the devil.
His gaze traveled down my face, stopping on my lips and a big grin appeared on his lips again as he pressed the gun tighter to my neck, making me hold my breath. My chest rose and fell rapidly and my breathing quickened.
“You look breathtaking tonight, Camilla.” He muttered, running his tongue over his lower lip as he stared at my lips. The mask made him look even darker and scarier. The gun slowly traveled down to my almost exposed breast, pressing the cold metal there. My eyes watered from fear as I shook all over in his arms. He loved seeing me so vulnerable, scared and exposed at his mercy.
It was almost like a feeling of deja-vu feeling this exact way for him like I did on that fateful night at the club when we first met.
“Why are you here, Àlvaro?” I whispered in a shaky voice, managing to keep my eyes on him. I didn't dare to move as any movement could cost me my life but still, I tried my best to show him that I wasn't afraid.
Meanwhile, I was afraid as fuck!
“I came to personally congratulate you on your engagement.” He muttered, looking up at me and tilting his head to the side. I couldn't figure out his expression hidden behind the mask but I could tell that he wasn't sincere. The mask couldn't hide the rage in his voice and that made me shiver. “Isn't that what friends do?”
“We're not friends.” I fired back, eyes focused on the gun pressing down on me.
“Don't do that, Camilla. You'll hurt my feelings.” He replied with a sneer, his free hand striking my cheek. Cold, distant, rough.
Nothing like Afanas Veklov. His touch was genuine, gentle, and soft against my skin.
Àlvaro Castillo was touching me roughly as if he was here to ruin me. His fingers made my skin hurt but despite this, my body was burning, enjoying being touched by the monster in front of me.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“But I think you already did that.” He hissed through clenched teeth. “Allowing that pathetic excuse of a man to touch you, kiss you. That's not nice, chica.” He spat out the words in disgust, his hands playing with my lower lip as the other stopped the pulse on my neck with the gun pressing there again.
“Just do it already.” I whispered as I rested my head back against the tree. I felt a single tear roll down my cheek which Àlvaro wiped away with one rough touch.
“Do what?”
“Kill me.”
“No.” He mumbled, getting even more close that our lips were almost touching. “Not yet.”
I swallowed loudly, my tears falling one after the other this time and he impatiently wiped them away with his thumb as if he's not the cause of them.
“I'm here to take everything from you, chica.” He mumbled, looking down at my lips as he put two fingers into my mouth, gagging me with them. “Everything I want and I'll make you watch while I fucking do it.”
I was trembling in his arms but he seemed calmer than ever. His voice was serious, showing no mercy as his fingers were gagging me and I could sew lust fire up in his eyes behind the mask.
My God! I fucking hate him.
And I most likely hated the fact that I like having him close. I wanted him close. I wanted more. My body was fucking betraying me even with a gun pressed against me.
“My father will have your head for this.” I said in a trembling voice as soon as his fingers were out of my mouth. I could still taste them on my tongue. I could still feel them choking my throat and I could feel myself pressing my legs together to stop the throbbing pain he caused there.
Àlvaro only curled his lip into a dark grin. A grin that promised more than I'm afraid to admit. There was no fear in his eyes. I could only see how much he enjoyed having me pressed and helpless against this tree.
“Don't say words you know you can't stick to, chica.” He said as he wrapped one of his hands in my hair, tugging at it. I hissed slightly in pain as I raised my head enough to meet his eyes and our lips almost touched. Almost. “I'm sick of the empty words that comes out of that lying mouth of yours.”
In a split second, my body was roughly turned around with my breasts pressed into the tree. One of Àlvaro's hands pressed my head against the tree with force and the other held the gun close to my waist, forcing the cold metal into me.
I was breathing heavily. My chest was pressed harder against the tree with each breath. His body was far stronger mine and he removed his hand from my head to wrap it around my throat, cutting off my air. I couldn't see him but I could feel his hard dick pressed against my ass.
Holy shit!
I could scream. I could fucking push him away and scream and the guards would be here in a minute. I would probably die by his hands but he would die too. All I needed to do was scream.
But I don't want to.
That's the pathetic truth. I don't want to do it so I never did.
My body wanted more of him, wanted more of his touch despite the threat of the gun. It excited me in some twisted sick way. I liked it and that's enough proof of how fucking crazy I am for Àlvaro Castillo.