Chapter 129 Camilla’s Pov.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, I could barely hide the genuine smile that was trying to light up my face as I watched Àlvaro's bare muscular back rise and fall in a calm rhythm, the sheets reaching his waist. My imagination is filled with memories of last night, making my cheeks red.
I pressed my naked body against Àlvaro's, his warmth immediately washing over me as my small arms wrapped around his waist. I placed kiss after kiss on his back until I heard him let out a guttural moan, mumbling something under his breath.
Why do guys have to be gifted with such sexy voices when they wake up? Not that anyone can ever compare to Àlvaro, who's capable of making me wet with just his voice. It's really not fair for my pussy.
“Good morning.” I murmured, placing another kiss on his back. I love his warmth and soft skin. Truly, I'm addicted to him.
For a split second, his body rolled over mine, pressing his morning wood into my pussy, making me gasp.
His hair was messy, his eyes tired and soft on mine but he still smiled when I met his gaze. He was using his hands to keep his body from crushing mine.
“Good morning indeed.” He mumbled in his husky, sleepy voice. His eyes glided over my breasts which were trying to peek out from the sheets wrapped around my body.
He licked his lips hungrily before attacking my neck with kisses as he pressed his morning boner harder against me.
I can see and feel where things are going.
And of course my pussy was already screaming for his attention but I had to stop him. It's not that I don't want him. God, I want him all the freaking time. I'm like a horny schoolgirl around this man. It's something I can't explain. Maybe because he's the only man I've ever known? Maybe that's a good explanation in itself.
But still, at the moment, something else was bothering me and it's been like that all night long. I barely slept because of the constant nightmares reminding me that it's not over just yet.
“Stop.” I said and he just groaned something at the crook of my neck as he continued to kiss me there, making it even harder to resist him. If I don't stop him now, I won't be able to stop him at all. “We need to talk.”
“We can still talk while I'm inside you.” He replied in my neck but I could still feel his smirk. “I don't see a problem with that.”
I laughed, pushing him away from me just enough to meet his eyes, a smile playing on his seductive lips. I still can't believe that this handsome man is mine.
“I'm serious baby.” I cupped his face in my arms, feeling his stubble scratch me a little nut I liked it. I liked everything about him.
“Boss Camilla is back, huh?” He joked, relaxing on the bed next to me with a playful grin that gave me butterflies. I already have a view of his muscular defined chest and his abs with the sheets wrapped just around his dick. I want to jump on him and…
“Yes.” I shook off those thoughts. It's so hard to have this sexy man in my bed naked and be able to think straight. “It's about my father.”
I'm sure that Àlvaro even forgot for a while that my father was still in one of the rooms in the house, locked and guarded but I didn't and even though sex with Àlvaro was a good distraction, I knew I would never forget. Not until we're done once and for all and out of here, leaving the past in the past. Until then, I won't be able to forget and move on.
Àlvaro's face went from playful to serious, realizing the importance of the conversation. I don't know exactly where I was going with this conversation but it's something that has being bothering me since I talked with my father right before Àlvaro and Santiago showed up.
Until the end, I believed that my father deserved no mercy after allying with the very man who made my life a living hell all those months ago just because he couldn't stand the thought that I'm in love with Àlvaro Castillo.
However, my gut tells me that it would be a mistake to let him die. My mother deserved closure. Hector deserved to know his father. Call me stupid and naive but that's just how I feel.
“Okay, I'm listening.” Àlvaro urged me to speak and I was increasingly unable to form my words properly.
“I want to have one last conversation with my father before we decide his fate.”
The words came out of my mouth so fast that it was hard for me to understand but Àlvaro seemed to understand every single word more than perfectly.
I turned my body to face his before speaking again.
“I know it sounds crazy but I feel like I'll be making a mistake if I don't have this conversation with him.”
“Do you think your father deserves that privilege?”
“Maybe not.” I answered honestly. “But he's still my father. He's still Hector's father and my mother's husband. I feel like he deserves to be heard at least.”
Àlvaro didn't show much emotion on his face but I could tell he wasn't angry like I suspected.
“You want to see if he truly deserves mercy.”
I swallowed loudly trying to keep my gaze on Àlvaro's but his gaze was so insistent that I gave up. I looked away and nodded, my cheeks turning red. He must think I'm an idiot and maybe I am.
“Do you think that's stupid?” The question came out almost like a whisper from my lips.
I felt his hand pull my body to his in one movement, lifting my head with his thumb to meet his. I felt so small next to him but still, I feel the most protected around this man. His gaze was calm and relaxed in me, showing no sign of irritation.
“Of course not.” I breathed out, feeling the calmness in his voice. I can't say I support this decision of yours but still Leonardo is your father and what should happen to him should be your choice. I'll support whatever you decide.”
My heart warmed and I smiled. “Even if it's the dumbest decision of my life?”
He laughed, showing his white teeth. “Even then.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his lips with a smug smile. “I have you wrapped around my finger, don't I, Mr Castillo?”
He shook his head with a laugh, kissing me as if sucking my life out with his soft mouth.
“You have no idea.” He muttered against my lips before climbing on me again, this time, resting more of his weight on me. “Now that we've had the important talk, will you let me have breakfast? I'm starving here.”
His dark seductive look was enough for me to know that he wasn't talking about food.
Or maybe it was the playful grin on his lips before he disappeared under the covers. The same lips that are now eating my pussy.
And he successfully made me forget about everything else with the powerful orgasm he brought me with his tongue and mouth.