Chapter 44 Camilla’s Pov.
His eyes flicked down to the choker that clung to my skin tightly and he groaned, placing his hand around my throat as he tugged me towards him even more. A small noise escaped my lips but I found myself clenching my thighs at the action.
"I said, do you understand me?" Àlvaro said, his eyes flaring in my direction.
"Yes." My throat clenched.
The corner of his lips tugged at my instant submission. He dropped his hand from my throat and then tilted my head as he stared at me directly in the eyes. "I'm going to fucking ruin you, chica, whilst you scream out my name."
Actual butterflies moved from my stomach to my pussy withing a matter of seconds and my eyes fluttered shut at the promise in his voice. If anything, it sounded more like a threat but it was a threat I wanted to come true.
I pushed my legs together to gain some form of friction. How am I supposed to last the night what he had in mind planned for me? I wouldn't last.
Then suddenly, he walked away and headed out the door.
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The journey to Antonio's club was fairly silent, probably because the tension in the car was enough to start a war. But I'm excited for a drink down my throat and the chance to spend time with someone who wasn't these two fine ass men in this car. I needed to have a girl's dance with Chloe.
When we reached the club, we're welcomed inside to the VIP section. Anthonio, the owner, came over and exchanged pleasantries with us. He gave us the most expensive bottle of champagne on the house and said that if we needed anything more, to let him know.
Chloe and I exchanged a look. For prisoners, we were sure given some really cool special treatment!
Music blasted through the speakers, bright light covered the dance floor with a large disco ball that shined the cutest little specks of glitter across the walls. Girls dressed down in different colored dresses holding trays of martini glasses and shots strut their way through the VIP section.
It took me back to the night of my birthday at The ENIGMA. That fateful night that changed everything but looking back at how far I've come, I wasn't sure I'd want to change a single thing.
Àlvaro and Anthonio took themselves away whilst it's fairly quiet and Santiago explained that it was to do business. I took my champagne flute to take a sip as Santiago perched beside me but his whole focus was on Chloe.
"You good?" He shouted over the music to Chloe but I could hear them clearly.
"Pleased to be out at least." She shouted back.
"I don't want you to ever feel trapped in that house...." He started and I groaned.
I wouldn't say I missed when I had Santiago all to myself. He was always so creepy anyway but it sure didn't feel good to be ignored. Chloe was such a backstabber. I knew that there was something going on between the both of them but didn't she know that we were supposed to spend this limited time together? But, of course...she'd much rather talk to a man.
But who would blame her?
Have you seen this man?
I sure am not one to talk because I would ignore her in a jiffy if Àlvaro was sitting beside me right now.
I finished my drink and excused myself to go to the bathroom. So much champagne and my bladder was literally about to burst. After I go, I washed my hand and headed back into the club to see that Santiago and Chloe were still very much engrossed in their conversation.
I groaned.
It was going to be a very long night.
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The club launch was as boring as it could get seeing as I practically spent the night by myself. It was one o'clock in the morning when we got back to the house. Out of boredom, I had a few more drinks than I should and now I was swaying lightly on my feet. Àlvaro left earlier because after his meeting with Anthonio, he decided that he had work to do.
Chloe kissed my cheeks and tells me goodnight but I could still remember the last thing Àlvaro said to me before we left the house. It was all I could think about for the last five hours.
I headed over to the bathroom to freshen up after being in a club filled with sweaty rich men and gorgeous girls. I decided to keep my dress and heels on, flicking my hair over my shoulder. I lined my lips with a little bit of gloss and headed over to Àlvaro's office.
I don't bother knocking. At this point, I didn't care. He asked me to come and see him? Here I was.
His eyes flicked up from his laptop as I shut the door behind me, locking me with a vicious twist. I took two steps into the room and stared back at him. He has no idea what those rolled up sleeves do to me, along with the buttons on his shirt that are undone, exposing his tanned chest.
Àlvaro's eyes drink me in once again, turning darker by the minute. He leaned back in his chair and his eyebrows quirked very slightly but I caught it. I knew he was thinking about what he wanted to do to me and at this point, I'd let him do whatever he wanted.
"Come here." He beckoned with his fingers.
I tilted my head, letting my lips slant in a soft smirk. When I don't immediately obey, his jaw clenched. His eyes stayed fixated on mine before he leaned forward and rested his elbows against the desk. This time, his gaze looked lethal. He clearly doesn't want to be challenged but boy! I want to challenge him badly.
"Come here." He repeated.
My lips purse, rolling the soft gloss against one another. I guess ghe champagne boosted my confidence because I decided to do something I've never done before. Well, at least I was doing it willingly this time around. I let out a little sigh and reached to the back of my dress and began to unzip the back bit by bit until it fell straight off my body.
Àlvaro's reaction was everything I wanted it to be.
I stood in front of him in a matching black lace bra and thong, my heels still firmly on my feet. His eyes turned predatory like he wanted to ravish me until I had noting left.
His eyes from from my breasts that are covered by the most delicate and intricate lace, cupping them together perfectly and then down to my stomach and my navel. The thong barely covered any skin but it was all part of the tease.
Àlvaro exhaled a grunt that had me smiling as I stepped out of the dress and take a few steps towards his desk. I stood far away enough that he couldn't lean over and grab me but close enough for a little private show.
I could tell by the look on his face that he was trying his hardest not to pounce on me as I taunted him with my newly found confidence.
My hands pressed to my chest and I lowered them over my breasts and down the curve of my stomach, towards my pussy. He watched my every move intently. Then I pressed my palms to the edge of his desk, leaning over slightly to give him access to the side of my ass. Just a little.
"No te lo volveré a preguntar." (I will not ask you again.)