Chapter 4 Àlvaro's Pov
From the moment she first talked back at me, I knew she was different. There were other ways to get her to keep her mouth shut other than kidnapping her but I knew I wanted to explore my curiosity towards her. Yeah, it's obvious she clearly doesn't know who I am but I was intrigued by her. She just wasn't like others.
The way she looked at me with those eyes could get even me carried away.
Watching her naked body only made it harder to control myself.
I can imagine now being on my knees with my face between her legs and fucking her so hard with my tongue until she begs for more.
Fuck!
Who's this girl?!
Dammit! I'm Álvaro fucking Castillo! When I want something, I get it!
I walked over to where she stood in the shower, I turned the water off and grabbed her out of the shower.
A small whelp escaped her throat as I pressed her to the wall. Her dripping naked body was flushed against my dry clothed one.
“I could fuck you right here, Chica.” I whispered to her.
I felt her body fidget at my words and she let out a little cough.
“Virgin.” She muttered. “I–I'm a virgin.”
What?!
How the fuck is she still a virgin?!
I was genuinely stunned.
Or maybe she was trying to play a fast one on me.
My lips curled into a smile as my hands started roaming her body again.
She didn't say a word as I placed my hand on her thigh. I could feel her shaking skin beginning to get warm.
“Virgin, huh?” I muttered in a low voice.
I started to go higher up her thighs.
“Please d–don't.” She whispered as she pressed her thighs so tightly together.
I didn't listen to her. I was beyond self control at this point.
I put my hand between her knees to spread her legs a little. “Don't worry, Chica. You'll be fine with me.”
What the fuck am I even saying?
I've never wanted to have anybody the way I wanted to have her right now. It's a feeling I hated, because it meant she has a little bit of control over me even if she doesn't know that yet.
I continued what I was doing and went with my hand even higher and she shuddered. I could feel how fucking wet she was for me.
I snickered. A virgin, huh?
I forcefully spread her legs wider, already angry that she would dare lie to me.
“Say you want me.” I whispered to her.
“I don't.” Her voice was barely audible.
“You don't, huh? Then tell me, Chica, why are you so fucking wet for me?”
Silence.
“Answer me or you're gonna regret it.”
She still didn't say a word.
Camilla’s Pov.
What was I supposed to say? That I'm getting wet for my kidnapper and wouldn't want him to stop touching me?
I was ashamed of myself as it is. Or maybe the bluish liquid Nick poured for me at the club is still working in me and causing me to have these disgusting thoughts, right?
It had to be!
His fingers was slowly rubbing my clit. I tried to talk but I was struggling not to moan. I didn't want to give him that satisfaction.
“I said you would regret not answering me.” He whispered close to my neck. His breath on my skin made me shudder.
I just got out of the shower but I was already sweating because of his touch. He kept rubbing me and I almost moaned but I held back by sheer force of willpower.
“I want to hear you moan for me. Don't hold back.”
Fuck you! I screamed in my head.
As if he heard my mind, he started moving his fingers faster.
“You like it, huh?”
“No, I don't.” I lied through my teeth.
He chuckled. This time, it didn't sound forced. “Very soon, you'll be begging for me inside you, babe.”
“Don't call me that.” It was a miracle that I still managed to keep my voice steady at this point.
“Why not?” He said as he started moving his fingers even faster.
“ah….”
He chuckled.
Damn him!
Now he was drawing circles around my pussy.
Fuck!
“Tell me what you want, Chica.”
I regretted the next words I said immediately they left my mouth.
“I—I want your fingers inside me so bad. It's killing me.”
It was like someone else took over my body to say those words because I couldn't believe they just came out of me.
What was he doing to me?
My words definitely shocked him. He looked quite taken aback and positively surprised. But he was quick to take back control of the situation.
“Mhmm…. You want me now huh?”
“Y–yeah.”
I threw caution to the wind and was beyond caring at this point. He was making me feel something I've never felt before and I lashed unto him. I wanted what he was giving me.
“Beg for it.” His tone was commanding.
“Please… I need your fingers inside my pussy.”
“Good girl.”
His fingers slid to my clit quickly and I let out a few moans. He starts moving deeper and faster.
“Tell me that's how you like it.”
“I–I—uhmmm…”
He smirked. “Just what I thought. Fuck. You're so wet for me.”
Then he hits it so good and I try not to moan so loudly.
He suddenly stopped.
“Don't do that. I want to hear you moan.” He said, and continued fucking me with his fingers.
I let out a few loud moans as he went faster and faster. Now I was struggling to breathe.
Who would have thought that I'd enjoy getting finger fucked up against a wall by my kidnapper?
His thumb started making those lazy circles on my clit even as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. I could feel the pressure begin to build up inside me.
“I—ah!”
“What Chica?”
“I think I'm… I–I have to…”
“Cum? Yeah, cum for me baby. I want to have your cum all over my fingers.
I couldn't take it anymore and my orgasm came crashing down. My legs were shaking and I was about to slide to the floor but he held me up with his other hand.
He added another finger and continued finger fucking me. I was shaking even more as a tear rolled down my face. I didn't know if I was crying from the sheer pleasure I'm feeling or from something else.
After some time, he randomly stopped, pulled out his fingers and licked them while staring into my eyes.
Those captivating eyes were going to be the death of me. My body was stirring again for something more, something I had no idea about but I knew only he could give me.
He pulled his body away from mine and walked over to the sink to wash off his hands.
Suddenly, I felt cold at the loss of his warmth.
Just as quickly as he pulled me out of the shower, he walked out of the bathroom without so much as a word or even a glance towards me.