Chapter 30 Camilla’s Pov.
I didn't know how my legs had the energy to even move but I somehow got myself into my bedroom, slamming the door after me. That was indeed the last thing I expected to happen when I stormed into his office. I could even still taste him on my tongue.
Just few minutes after I practically screamed at Santiago's face that there was no way on earth I'd ever let Àlvaro touch me, I had him fucking me into the next damn century.
I no longer doubted why Chloe, Angela and Lola always talked about sex. It was indeed worthy to be hyped! After the initial discomfort and pain, I felt like I was floating in the clouds from how pleasurable it was. Àlvaro wasn't exactly gentle but it was way better than I daydreamed about!
I was still trembling as I glanced at myself from the cabinet mirror. My hair is in an utter mess, lips smudged with redness, even my skin appeared blotchy in some places.
I groaned to myself and rested my forehead against the mirror. Àlvaro was right. I had no right to claim that I wasn't a whore because I just behaved like one. Fuck! I've never been more embarrassed in my life.
The throbbing in my legs continued and I could barely wrap my head around the double orgasm he gave me, the way my body submitted entirely to his touch, his voice, even his demands.
My lips twitched downwards and I closed my eyes because I couldn't even bear to look at myself and the mess I looked like. "You're such a big fucking idiot, Camilla. A man kidnaps you, rips you away from your friends and family and you went right ahead to willingly give him your virginity." I grumble under a whisper. "You're such a fool because what have you done?"
I know Santiago would have a field day taunting me if he knew just how much I screamed Àlvaro's name whilst he fucked me.
A pang hits my chest because it was slowly beginning to dawn on me that I had no self control around Àlvaro. I was sexually attracted to a kidnapper, a murderer, and God knows what else! The only thing that makes this feel a bit better was the fact that I could see it in his eyes. Àlvaro wanted me just as badly. This is all such a twisted fucking mess!
I got myself cleaned up and spent the day in my room. I was going to avoid him if I can help it.
One of Àlvaro's maids called me down for dinner at a point in the evening. I suppose I should be glad that he didn't make me a maid or one of his whores in his club. Surprisingly, they were treating me like an equal.
I took a quick glance in the mirror before I left my room to check that it doesn't look like my virginity was roughly taken by a mafia boss just that morning. I didn't want Santiago to suspect a thing.
I wrapped myself up in a dark cardigan as I went downstairs. I just wanted to eat and then curl back up in my bed.
When I entered the dining area, the two people I was trying to avoid were already sitting down with the cook hovering at their beck and call. They were discussing about some mafia operations or some shit.
Àlvaro doesn't even look up at me as I entered but Santiago offered me a mischievous smile.
Does he know?
"Hey." He called as I perched on the chair far away from the both of them. "How was your day?" He still had that smile on his face.
"None of your fucking business." I said through gritted teeth.
I heard Àlvaro scoff as he looked down at his food, hunched over the counter with his forearm resting against the marble top, a fork in the other and I glared at him. Santiago chuckled.
Stupid fucking assholes!
Thankfully, Harriet placed my dinner on front of me and I thanked her but all of a sudden, I felt like I didn't have an appetite. My fingers gingerly picked up my fork and I began to eat, all of us deadly silent, even Santiago.
Whatever they were talking about before, they clearly didn't trust me enough to discuss it in my presence. For some weird reason, anger surged through me.
I hurriedly ate what I could, gathered my plates and excused myself from the table. They can continue with their stupid conversation because what do I care.
I placed the plates in the dishwasher and then reached up to grab a cup from the top shelf. I've been holed up in my room and haven't drank enough water today. The sleeve on my cardigan rolled down exposing my little crop top beneath.
"Hey, Camilla. What's that bruise on your hip?" Santiago asked. I could recognize the taunt in his voice.
I quickly glanced down at the sliver of midriff that's now on show and I saw the purple brusing along my hip. Two of the marks looked like obvious fingerprints. For a moment, I was stunned because I didn't notice it at first but it can only be from one thing.
My eyes shut quickly towards the counter. I looked at Àlvaro as his gaze gravitated towards the growing bruise that was obviously caused by his hands.
I cleared my throat.
"Like I told you, Santiago, you really should start minding your fucking business."
Santiago chuckled. "Fuck, little girl. I don't mind the bruise though. You still fine as hell." He said as he licked his lips.
"Shut the fuck up Santiago." Àlvaro grumbled.
Santiago raised his arms in mock surrender.
I felt completely embarrassed and forgetting the water I was going to drink, I stormed out of the dining area.
I take myself upstairs and towards my room, shedding my cardigan and rummaging through my drawers for some fresh pajamas but there was none. I stepped out into the hall and into the utility room where some of my clothes had been washed. I bundled some clothes into the spare plastic basket and stepped out of the room but my shoulder bumped into something hard and firm.
I blinked once and then twice as I glanced up at Àlvaro towering over me. Those eyes were still glimmering and I scowled at his intense presence.
I attempted to walk around him but he blocked my path and I hated that when he bent his neck, I got a whiff of his delicious aftershave. It made my toes curl just thinking about it.
"Àlvaro—"
"Are you okay?"
My head pulled back and my forehead began to ache at the constant scowl I seem to have when he's around. "What?"
"I asked if you're okay?"
For a moment, my heart stammered in my chest. Is he concerned about the bruise on my hip because he knows he's the one that put it there in the first place.
"I'm fine." I straightened my spine.
Àlvaro's eyes bore into mine for a long period of time. Dark and heavy. Even for a split second, I thought he might be concerned about me but that can't be true. Àlvaro was not one to be concerned about anybody. It was even a miracle that I was still alive. Besides, we already agreed on the fact that we hated each other.
He then glanced down my torso but luckily, the basket I was holding was covering my hip so he couldn't inspect the bruise further. "We fucked. You took my virginity." I said under a hushed breath. "That's it."
I noticed the way the muscle in his jaw ticked and when he said nothing more, I walked around him and headed straight to my room.