Chapter 36 Àlvaro's Pov.
I know we practically live in the same house but I haven't seen Camilla in almost a week. I know she was avoiding me because of the way I fucked her in her room the other day and I've been so busy with preparations to take down Sergei that I've barely given it any notice.
Even her bitch ass friend hasn't caused any trouble as far as I can tell. Thankfully, I kept Santiago in charge of her.
At first, I initiated the sex just to get her out of my fucking system but it's almost like the joke was on me because those long curly hair and punishing curves makes me forget about my own damn existence. She's all I can freaking think about and it's becoming annoying as fuck. Not at a time like this when I should be focused on Sergei and how to bring down his empire.
I have never been more furious with myself for allowing a woman to sway my thoughts. I wanted to get a taste and now that I have, I fucking need her more than I can function.
A taste...
I didn't even get a taste, not in that sense but I certainly wanted to. I've been craving for it. Dreaming of it and now, I can't take a second longer of being avoided or ignored.
I approached her room, poked my head into the room and then I rested against the doorway. She didn't notice my presence because her eyes are down, her hair tied into a messy bun, dark strands falling in front of her face as she sat down on the only chair in the room, reading a book.
Where she got a book from, I couldn't begin to say but that wasn't why I was here. Infact, it was the least of my concern.
Just seeing her like this undoes me. It strengthens my craving, my new desire for her. I could feel the tightness in my chest harden and my eyes dilate at the sight of her. She was so damn beautiful and she doesn't even need to try.
I glanced down at her body in the chair. She was dressed in a silk nightgown, legs elongated in front of her, tan skin flashing it's glow.
Probably realizing that she was no longer alone, she glanced up to see me just standing there. Her gaze sprung wide in shock and she pressed a hand to her heart that I know is thundering beneath the thin material of her nightgown.
She was right to be scared though because this whole compound was crawling with men who had no sense of chivalry although no one would dare lay a hand on her.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" She asked, sucking in a breath.
"You forget, chica. This is my house and I have every right to be in whatever room I want."
Camilla’s expression tightens into a deep frown. "Just get out, Àlvaro."
The corner of my lips twitched in amusement. "That wasn't what you were telling me the last time I was here."
Her pretty mouth parted at my words, then I watched as her throat clenched.
I pushed off the doorway, closed the door and stalked towards her. Camilla’s eyes trailed me with every step I took. Those cheekbones became flushed and I'll never get used to the sight of her blush even if her eyes are determined and cold.
"Keep reading." I tell her.
She narrowed her eyes at me in a challenging threat.
"Continúa layendo." I repeated in spanish this time around.
I could see her throat clench again but she glanced back down to the pages. At first, she was quiet until I demanded, "Louder."
Camilla shot me a glare from beneath her dark lashes but she looked back down and started reading louder. I walked even closer to her, her back beginning to stiffen but she doesn't stop reading.
I sank down to my knees in front of her and her eyes gravitated towards mine in wild confusion. "What are you doing?"
"Keep going." I ordered her, ignoring her question.
She continued to stare at me for a few moment before she shuddered down a breath and continued reading. I gripped onto the back of her knees and gave her a little tug, her ass sliding down the chair until she's almost hanging over the edge.
A sound escaped her lungs but she doesn't tell me to stop, neither did she push me away. Instead, she was already panting as I parted her legs and pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh and then another. Her skin is softer than silk, very tender and warm.
I kissed closer and closer to her pussy only to realize that no panties lay beneath. My eyes shut for a second because if her intention was to kill me, then she was doing a very good job. This little girl was fucking destroying me and every bit of pride I had left.
With her legs pushed back, I lowered my head to her pussy. I extended my tongue to give her clit a quick lick, pleased to find her soaked through as usual. Camilla’s voice hitched but she kept stumbled even though none of us could make sense of whatever was coming out of her mouth.
I groaned at the taste on my tongue. She's not like I expected. She tasted even fucking better.
I've never trusted Janelle or any other of my many whores to go down on them. They were all a bunch of dirty sluts but Camilla was obviously different.
I wanted to feast on her until there was nothing left in her soul to give. Until I no longer craved her taste.
Camilla shuddered as I continued to use my tongue to lick up and down her pussy, paying attention to her growing clit as I used the tip to massage into it, rolling it around and feeling it throb against my tongue.
Her eyes met mine over the book. My hands latched unto her thighs for support but not enough to bruise. I don't want to be that guy when Camilla is obviously no ordinary woman. She deserves better than a cheap fuck. She was tge woman I disvirgined and I intend to be the only one enjoying this pussy.
Camilla’s lips trembled, no longer reading the words. I pulled away, the wetness from her cunt now dripping down my chin. "I didn't say you could stop." I mumbled. "Continúa." I demanded. (Keep going)
She settback into the chair, shivering at my words. I could see the heavy lust behind her eyes as she tried so desperately to keep herself together but she won't last long. Not when I git her exactly where I wanted her.
When her lips started moving again, I lower my lips to her pussy and dragged my tongue down the center slowly. She clenched at the sensation but I don't stop because she kept on reading as I told her to.
She becomes wetter and wetter by the minute, her other hand now running through strands of my hair. The words barely came out of her mouth as I focused on her clit, circling with my tongue until I flicked it with perfect precision.
Camilla stopped altogether and thows her head to the back of the chair, her fingers tightening in my hair as she pushed me into her pussy. She slides her pussy against my lips and I keep doing what I was doing to get her over the edge.
A loud cry erupted from her and she moans into the open space, her legs shaking around my head as I lapped up every drop like a starved man.
When I glanced up, the book was now on the floor and the strap of her night dress has slung down her arm, exposing her perky breasts and hardened nipples. I growl into her pussy at the sight and reached up to grab one of her tits, massaging it roughly.
She continued breathing heavily as she automatically spread her legs even wider for me. I continued to eat her cunt, ravishing her until she's moaning out my name and her cum is on my tongue again and again.
It was at that moment that I heard the loud bang.