Chapter 34 Àlvaro's Pov.
I watched as Camilla clutched her friend's hand, her knuckles turning white as they sat in front of me.
I glanced at her friend; stupid greedy bitch.
How could Camilla have forgiven this bitch so easily? She was even more gullible than I thought.
Her blonde hair was plated to the nape of her neck in sweat and grease. Blood encrusted her nails, lips and neck. Ugly purple bruises snaked their way throughout her body.
She looked like shit and frankly, I didn't fucking care. The only reason she was even still alive was because of Camilla.
We sat in the compound's lounge. All of my men had been instructed to steer clear. The blonde glared at me. It sets me on fucking edge the way she was looking at me, almost as if I of all people was in the wrong. When in fact I'm the one showing this worthless piece of shit some mercy.
My men were bound to start thinking that I've gone soft.
"Listen to me, blondie. You will have zero contact with anyone outside this compound. You will follow all rules because you damn well owe some fucking respect to my rules."
She nodded slowly then turned to Camilla, whispering something inaudible in her ear. Camilla’s cheeks flushed pink, her big brown eyes flew wide open.
"What the fuck did you say, blondie?" I hissed. I was still itching to put a bullet in her brain.
Fuck you, Camilla!
She grinned slightly. "I was just telling my dear friend, Cami how this whole, 'I'm in charge' shit you got going on must be such a major turn on for her."
I said nothing, too stunned to even speak. Did this bitch really just say that? To me? About me?
After a few seconds, I spoke again totally ignoring what she said.
"You'll be staying at the opposite wing of the house, far away from Camilla, because I don't want you two cooking up ways to destroy me." You're only going to leave your quarters when instructed. I already have one bitch to worry about, I don't fucking need another."
Camilla’s eyes found their way to the floor, her lips forming a thin line.
"I can't have your filth around my compound, distracting my men. Santiago, my second in command will explain to you whatever else that needs to be said. And let me warn you, blondie, if you so much as cause any more fucking trouble for me, I won't even hesitate to slit your throat."
Camilla’s Pov.
I hurried into the house, heading to my room because the last thing I wanted to do right now was talk to Àlvaro.
Santiago had already come to practically drag Chloe to the west wing of the house, finally separating the both of us.
These men were such assholes.
Not only did Àlvaro insinuate that we were going to destroy him, he called me a fucking bitch! Okay now, I really wanted to destroy him.
"I didn't say you could leave. You don't dare walk away from me." He mumbled behind me, following me.
I had no idea he was even following me until now.
"Why?" I asked annoyed, still walking. "Do you have more things to humiliate me with? More names to call me? I think you've done enough murdering and humiliating for one day."
Then I felt his hand grab mine, roughly turning me towards him and making my body collide with his.
My attitude immediately left my body, looking up into his now pitch black eyes, feeling his breath wash all over my face. I could feel my heart pounding as my lips went dry because for some strange reason, it was suddenly craving his.
"You have no idea how hard it was for me to spare your shitty ass friend. My men are beginning to think I'm getting soft because I fucking listened to you so don't you dare give me any freaking attitude. You should be thanking me."
And just like that, my anger returned.
"Thanking you?" I scoffed and made to yank my arm away from his hold but he held me even tighter. "Let go of me you mons—"
I couldn't complete my words because his lips suddenly landed on mine and my resolve immediately melted away.
Pathetic, I know!
In the blink of an eye, he had already pressed my small body against the wall with his big one, kissing my lips passionately as if his life depended on it and his hands traveled all over my body impatiently.
What the hell came over him? Well, I wouldn't say I didn't like whatever it was.
I moaned between our kisses, burying my hands in his hair as he lifted me into his arms and without breaking our kiss, headed to my room.
I could feel the adrenaline taking over my body as his hands roamed over it, exploring every curve I have. I couldn't wait for him to bring me to that familiar peak only he could.
Àlvaro walked into my room, closing the door behind us with his foot and walking to the bed, all without breaking the kiss.
My fingers dug into his biceps as I felt him biting my bottom lip, using the perfect time to slide his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. He threw me onto the bed with ease, climbing on top of me and locking our lips in yet another kiss.
How do I explain that even though he had fucked me before, roughly, taking my virginity, this was the first time we were actually kissing?
From all that adrenaline, it took me a while to realise that my head was on the other end of the bed and not on the pillows. Not that it mattered now anyway because his tongue on mine were doing things to me that I've never felt before.
His hand moved down from my neck to the thin strap of the tank top I was wearing, literally ripping it with ease, leaving my bare breasts exposed to his hungry gaze.
My face turned red as I saw him pull away slightly, lowering his gaze to my chest and his eyes darkened. I held my breath for a moment, feeling my whole body go on edge and instinctively reached to cover my chest but my hands were quickly grabbed by Àlvaro and pinned to the bed.
"No." He said in a husky voice. "I didn't get a chance to see these beauties the last time." He said, grabbing one of my boobs with his other free hand. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. I could feel his warm breath on my skin. "I want to watch them bounce as I fuck you." He mumbled, kissing my jawline as I arched my back.
His hand left the boob he had been massaging to grab my face roughly, turning it so I was looking into his pitch black eyes. "Am I clear?" His dark voice was surprisingly like music to my ears at that point. Pure ecstacy flowed through me as he looked down on me. I quickly nodded, willing to do whatever he wanted.
That was enough for him to bring our lips together in another kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth as he went back to massaging my breast with one hand, his fingers making slow circles around my nipple, squeezing it, playing with it but my moans were muffled by our kiss. His hands were rough on my skin but in such a sweet pleasurable way.
One of his hands easily pinned both of my hands above my head, near the edge of the bed as he lowered his other hand from my breast down to my skirt, playing with its elastic.
"I like it." He murmured, looking down at my skirt. "I might keep it on you while I fuck you."
My god!