Chapter 110 Camilla’s Pov.
This time, his face was not hidden behind a mask and I can see his beautiful dark face. Scars were still adorning his features making him even more frightening. His hair was messy as if he had been running his hands through it a lot and his dark suit was replaced with simple clothing, making him even easier to spot. How the hell did no one see him sneaking into my room?
“Did you like my little surprise?” He spoke with a cocky grin locked on his lips. He sounded proud of the act as if what he did was good. He was leaning against the window, his hands crossed in front of his chest as if it was normal. This man is truly deranged.
“I'll call the guards.” My voice was hard but still shaking. I pressed the towel closer to my chest as his gaze defiled my body and I felt naked in front of him.
“You won't do such a thing.” He shook his head, pushing himself away from the window and I instinctively took a step back. “I'll finish you off before you can even scream.”
“You won't do it.”
“Try me.” He challenged me, his gaze showing the seriousness in his voice as he was getting closer to me. Shit.
“Stop this, Àlvaro.” I growled as he circled my body like a lion circles its prey. “You've done enough.” I heard his laugh behind me and even though I couldn't see him, I know he was close to me because my body was betraying me once again.
“Oh baby, I'm just getting started.” He whispered jnto my ear, his chest brushing against my bare back.
“Your men missed.” I tried to keep my voice strong and deep but I failed. “My father is alive and well.” His breath kept spilling over my shoulder, sending shivers through my body and as much as I wanted to hate the feeling, my body was consumed by a warm wave that screamed how much I wanted to be touched by the devil.
“I didn't miss, chica.” His voice was deep and husky against my ear, pressing himself against me as I kept my eyes glued to the wall in front of me, barely able to control my breathing. “If I wanted him dead, he would've been lying on that fucking floor with an open head. He's alive because I want him to be alive.”
“I never knew you to be a coward. Hiding in the shadows and torturing people just for your own entertainment.” I muttered as I turned my head to the side, seeing only a small part of him. “Sooner or later, you'll end up dead, just like all cowards do.”
“Is that a promise, chica?” His voice was amused as his hands touched my waist through the towel, burning my skin. “You know I hate empty words.”
“So do I. But you're the one who has been talking them as well.” I hissed, shooting back and his touch stopped, allowing me to fully spin around and look at him in the eyes. His gaze was locked on mine.
We were so close I could smell the familiar hint of his cologne. I could almost taste his lips as he breathed against me. His face was expressionless.
“Don't talk about empty words when you promise to always protect me but yet I was snatched from under your watch and you did nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
I wasn't going to let him step on me again. Yes, I'm no saint but he's not better than me either.
His brows locked together in confusion, almost fooling me. He's really good at that. I pushed his body away from mine with one hand, holding the towel close to my body with the other.
“I see that things still hasn't changed and you can only spew lies out of your fucking mouth.” He muttered, his eyes darkening. “Maybe I should shut it up and put it to better use.”
“When hell freezes over, then I'll let you touch me again, Àlvaro.” I hissed at him, my body shaking with rage. “You'll have to kill me first.”
In a split second, my body was pressed against the nearby wall with Àlvaro's arm wrapped around my throat, squeezing me hard, cutting off my air as his irises cut into me.
“You'll never get the easy way out.”
“Or you just don't have the balls for it.” I hissed at him, challenging him. I was clearly out of my mind, challenging this ruthless man when he had his hand wrapped around my throat and could easily snap my neck and end me.
But I knew him way too much. His eyes were betraying him. He can't do it. I saw his jaw tighten, losing control.
“Admit it, Àlvaro. You can't kill me.” I whispered against his lips, feeling the grip around my neck loosen as my lips almost touched his. His gaze fell to my lips, his eyes burning with fire just like mine.
“I bet that if I slide my hand down your pants right now, you'd be hard for me.” I whispered against his lips, sliding my tongue along his bottom lip as my hand found its way down, caressing the bulge in his pants. I was right.
My whole body was on fire and even though I was playing this game, I knew that with a player like Àlvaro, you had to be careful because at any moment, something could go wrong and the rules can change. But I wasn't thinking straight, not when I had him pressed against me.
Despite what I said earlier about hell freezing over, my desire to kiss him, feel him close was bigger than the hatred I felt for him. My desire to have him was bigger than anything at this moment.
“Tell me, Àlvaro.” I drawled, moving closer but his hand pushed me back against the wall, still holding my throat and I cracked a smug smile. “Will you let me kiss you right now?”
He clenched his jaw and I could see him struggling with his own demons and self control but his eyes gave him away. His hard cock against my hand gave him away. I had complete control over him.
I didn't bother asking again. I just stole the kiss, locking our lips together. Just like I expected, Àlvaro didn't resist. The moment our lips touched, he groaned loudly into the kiss. His grip around my neck disappeared and instead, his hands found their way to my ass, cupping it in his hands.
He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist while his body pressed me to the wall.
His bulge was pressing into my center which was burning to feel more of him. In seconds, the towel was ripped away from my body, leaving me completely naked in his arms. I didn't object. I just pressed myself into him even more, my hands running through his hair as his tongue slid into my mouth, meeting mine.
And just when I had him right where I wanted him, vulnerable in front of me, a knock on the door made me freeze in his arms.
“Camilla?” I heard Afanas Veklov's voice from the other side of the door as Àlvaro trailed kisses down my neck, unconcerned by my fiancé's presence. “I just wanted to check on you to see if you needed anything.”