Chapter 116 Camilla’s Pov.
His voice sounded worried as he crawled into bed, his body covering mine, leaning on his arms right next to my head. The only thing separating my naked body from him were the sheets. The unbuttoned shirt gave me an even better view from up close and my pussy responded immediately.
“Nothing.” I lied again, my eyes never leaving his. I knew he didn't believe me even for a second.
“It's either you tell me yourself or I'll get it out of you. The choice is yours.”
I wanted to tell him but the words were stuck in my throat, suffocating me. It sounded ridiculous, even crazy. I don't want to sound crazy but that's exactly how Àlvaro makes me feel.
That's why I blurted out the words without thinking.
“Have you slept with any of the whores in your mansion? I mean, asides Janelle that I know of.” I wanted to slap myself the moment I said those words out loud. I sounded stupid. Me and my big mouth. I could tell by the way he raised an eyebrow that he wasn't expecting that question. My stomach flipped and I felt my cheeks getting warmer.
“Where's this coming from?”
“Just answer the question, Àlvaro.” I hate how irritated that came out of my mouth. His lips curled into a grin, his eyes locked on mine.
“No, Camilla. After Janelle, I've only ever fucked you in this house and I plan to keep it that way.” His voice was deep and serious, but his eyes were playful. Instantly, my body relaxed and I felt even more stupid for asking. “Why are you asking me this?”
“I was just curious.” His gaze fell down to my chest, rising and falling rapidly under the covers. He knew I was lying.
“I hate being lied to, Camilla.” His voice was hoarse and low, his gaze piercing me. “Especially when you're the one lying to me.” I bit my lip and his eyes held me captive, sucking the truth out of me.
Well, it's better to tell him, right? I already started it anyway. There's no other way out.
“I overheard two girls talking about you in the kitchen.” The words came out almost like a whisper. My cheeks reddened by the second and shame took over my body as I realised how crazy I must sound. Àlvaro just raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at my face.
“What have they been saying about me, baby?” I could tell by the look on his face that he knew but he just wanted to hear it from my mouth.
Ugh…I hate this.
“That they want you.” I avoided his gaze, my face burning as I felt his lips on my neck, leaving kisses, his laughter spreading down my neck and sending shivers down my toes. “And the things they want to do to you.”
One of his hands found its way to my jaw, grabbing it gently but firmly enough to turn my head to the side, giving himself more room to slide his tongue down my neck. I let out a sound, almost as a whisper. His lips trailed down with kisses, reaching my breasts and pulling the sheets down enough to be able to swirl his tongue over my nipples without taking his eyes off me. My pussy was aching for him and the eye contact wasn't making it easier for me.
“Oh yeah?” He muttered, swirling his tongue around my nipple, biting it, while at the same time pressing forward, making me feel all of him. I bit my lip to stop the sound. “Something like this?” His lips were now on my stomach, leaving wet traces after him.
“I-I don't know.” I moaned, embarrassed and blushing hard. “I cut them off. I can't listen to other women talk about you but they said you'll get bored of me soon.” I confessed, ashamed but pressing even harder against him. My eyes closed, waiting for his mouth on my skin.
After my words, the warm feeling of his mouth on my skin disappeared leaving me cold and needy. I opened my eyes and his face was so close to mine that our lips were almost touching. His gaze darkened but was still holding mine.
“What else did they say about you?” He murmured, his voice wasn't sounding playful anymore. His thumb slid along my lower lip, his gaze burning my face.
“That they can give you more than me and that I'm just another whore you're fucking.” His eyes turned shades darker as if he was possessed. He clenched his jaw so hard that I was afraid it might break. His breathing was rapid as if he was trying to control himself.
He continued staring at me without saying a word. Before I could even understand what was happening, he left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Panic shot through my body and I jumped out of bed and threw the first shirt I saw on my body. I know this man well enough to feel fear especially when he's this silent. Was he going to kill them? Shit! I don't want him to kill them.
Just as I was about to reach for the door handle, the door opened with such force that if I hadn't pulled back in time, it would've hit me in the face.
Àlvaro stepped into the room, shirt still unbuttoned. As soon as his massive body backed away from the door, I could see on full display the same two girls being pushed into the room by some of Àlvaro's men.
After that, the door was closed, leaving four of us alone in the dark room. The air in this big room suddenly felt too small for all of us. Fear was written on their faces. There was no trace of the confidence they had earlier. Why the hell did Àlvaro bring them here?
The room was deadly quiet and only their rapid breathing could be heard. Knowing Àlvaro, he was probably enjoying this. I just hope he's not planning their death.
“Àlvaro…” I started with a shaky voice but he raised his hand, cutting me off. His gaze was fixed on the two girls glued to the wall, visibly fearing for their lives.
His steps were slow and agonizing as he walked closer to them. I couldn't see much of him because his back was turned to me but their eyes were talking enough as they were both on the verge of tears. That was enough of an answer for me.
This wasn't going to end well.
Àlvaro's Pov.
“I want your names.” My voice was low and deep, staring at the two girls in front of me as I removed the already unbuttoned shirt from my body. I could see them fighting their own demons not to look down at my body.
“Kathy and Serena, sir.” One of the girls barely said, blinking fast. I could almost hear her heart beating so fucking hard against her chest. I allowed myself to look more closely at them and yet neither their names nor their faces attracted my attention enough to know who they were.
I don't personally know all the girls that work for me and I also don't just fuck around. I might be a killer, owner of a whorehouse, but I don't do multiple women.
With that being said, it wasn't difficult to find the two girls as they were the only ones taking over Harriet. Santiago must've assigned them the position. They looked too young to be so disrespectful.
“Kathy and Serena.” I repeated their names, letting them slip off my tongue, knowing damn well I wouldn't even remember them. I just wanted to see their faces drop down in fear even more. “You're both too young to be so disrespectful.”
Both girls were on the verge of passing out in front of me. I don't think they ever thought that they would end up in the same room with me under these circumstances but something in me snapped the moment Camilla told me what they said.
I don't fucking like it and I won't fucking allow it.
“Àlvaro, stop this.” Camilla’s voice echoed across the room. I knew she was behind me and seconds later, her hand touched my shoulder. “Don't hurt them.”
I turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow. My head tilted to the side, barely hiding the grin on my face. “Hurt them?” I repeated her words laughing. “No baby. I won't hurt them. I'm just gonna show them who I belong to.”