Chapter 53 Camilla’s Pov.
I could've sworn my whole life flashed before my eyes as he pinned my waist down to the sofa. With one hand, he started to undo his trousers and belt, tugging out his large thick cock that's already dripping with pre cum.
My eyes dilated at the size of it. “You want to be fucked hard like a slut?” His eyes lit up as he stroked his cock before lining it at my entrance. “Fine. I'll give you a hard fuck.”
Then he was deep inside me before I could even contemplate what he said. He fucked me hard, relentlessly and I could barely even catch my breath. He pushed so deep inside me and I'm crying out instantly. My pussy clenched around his impressive length and the wetness of my core dripped down the insides of my thighs.
Àlvaro pinned my neck down on the sofa and mounted my body, pounding me hard and relentlessly until I was sure the sofa was going to snap in two. I bit down hard on my lower lip when he hits my most sensitive spot.
Every stroke is punishing and sharp and I closed my eyes just as I felt my orgasm coming. I wasn't surprised it was coming so soon because I've been desperate for his cock since he left me high and dry in the kitchen a couple days ago.
His fingers curled around the nape of my neck and I moaned loudly as he continued to destroy my pussy. I could hear his own moans becoming louder and louder.
When his grip tightened and he railed me to the point of pain, I gripped my hands hard on the cushion. I know he sometimes fucks hard but this one was particularly different. I might've climaxed but I've never felt so empty.
Àlvaro grunted as he spilled his cum inside me before pulling out. My body fell to the sofa like dead weight. I watched him tuck his cock back in his pants and he fixed his shirt, still not meeting my eyes.
Then he headed to the door. “Where are you going?” I asked quietly.
He didn't even bother with an answer as he slammed the door on his way out.
I kept my eyes on the door hoping he'd come back, but he doesn't. I grabbed a blanket from the sofa to cover my naked body. Strangely, I felt exposed and vulnerable even though I was the only one in the room. I don't know why but a certain pressure built in my chest and I've never felt so lonely and dissatisfied after sex with Àlvaro.
I blinked once and a tear rolled down my cheek. I quickly pushed it away because I couldn't believe that I was crying over this.
What was I expecting? After I deliberately pushed him over the edge?
Àlvaro's Pov.
After a phone conversation with Anthonio earlier, I was on my way to his club because we decided it'd be best to meet up physically to discuss our plans after he assured me that it was safe to do so and suggesting to meet up at my own club, the ENIGMA was out of the question. When I got to the club last Saturday, I didn't get a chance to stop by and say hello to Anthonio because two little bitches were pissing the fuck out of me.
That was five days ago.
I pushed away my thoughts of that night and stepped out of my car, heading up to the empty club. Stepping into night clubs in the afternoon has always been kinda strange to me because it looks almost like a ghost town.
Anthonio welcomed me and we headed to his private office. “Hey man, how are you doing?”
“Fine.” I deadpanned even though it was a fucking lie.
I've not been great since my last encounter with Camilla. I keep telling myself not to care about her feelings because she clearly brought that upon herself but I still couldn't get rid of the feeling that maybe I was a little harsh.
Where are you going?
My only response was a slammed door in her face.
Fuck!
An idea was already brewing in my head as a way to apologize to her.
“I know we talked about keeping a low profile around here so I apologize for Camilla and her friend coming to the club last Saturday without giving you a heads up.”
Anthonio tilted his head and walked towards his desk, then to his alcohol cabinet. “It's no problem, my friend. I take it you weren't aware too?”
“That's not the point.” I said, as level headed as I could manage. The last thing I wanted was for Anthonio or any of my men to think that I couldn't handle a girl.
“Care for a drink?” Anthonio asked, raising two crystal glasses.
“Please.”
He poured us both a drink and we both sat down on his large plush chairs that had a small table separating them. I took the golden whiskey from him and raised it to my lips, dampening my mouth with its sweetness.
“Thanks.” I said, lounging back on the chair.
Anthonio analyses me for a moment, twirling his drink between his fingers. There's a glint in his eyes that made it look like he was smirking. “Is something going on between the two of you?”
I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me who he was referring to.
“No.” My expression twisted into a burst of different emotions. “Nothing is going on between us. Why the fuck will you even ask me that?”
“Right…” Anthonio trailed off but his lips were still curled into a smile. “Well, deny it all you want and I know it's none of my business but I've seen the way you look at her so cut the crap, man. It's okay to care.”
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Anthonio was one of my oldest friends and he sometimes had the ability to see through me. I've never hated that ability more than I do now.
“Have you spoken to Sergei recently?” I asked, effortlessly changing the topic. I raised my glass to my lips again, letting it coat my tongue.
I'm sure Anthonio recognized what I was trying to do but he went along with it anyway. “On and off.” He replied. “But the plan is already underway.”
I leaned forward, pressing my elbows to my knees. “And the plan is?”
“To take him to this abandoned warehouse, telling how we could team up to turn it into a massive business opportunity. Of course, our men are already positioned on sight. We obliterate his few unsuspecting men and we'd have Sergei right where we want him. I doubt he'll be able to see that coming.”
My eyebrows quirked. “Doubt?”
Anthonio gave a dry laugh. “He won't. The desperate and greedy side to him for any money making scheme would get him in over his head. Although, he's coming over to the club this weekend so it'd be best not to be here. Make sure to pass the message to your little girlfriend.” He winked.
I glared at him hard but he didn't have to worry. If my plan goes well, she wouldn't even be in the country then.
“Thanks for the heads up.” I nodded, taking a swig of my drink again. “So tell me the address of this supposed warehouse and when it's going down. I want to know every single detail.”
Anthonio stood up and walked over to his desk to grab a handful of papers and a pen. “I hope you brought a notepad man, this is a lot.”
“I trust my mind more than anything.” I replied, curling my eyebrow.
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When I head out of Antonio's club two hours later, I felt a little more relaxed about our plan and the plan I had for Camilla brewing in my head. All in all, I was rather excited to see Sergei squirm on his knees and look up at Anthonio with utter betrayal right before I blow his brains out.
As I sat in my car, I glanced at my phone and scrolled to find Camilla’s name and my thumb hovered above the call button.
Despite how fucking furious I am at her for leaving the house and putting herself as well as her friend in danger, I shouldn't have treated her the way I did.
I decided against calling as I put my car into gear and drove straight to her.
I parked outside the house and stepped out of the car, barely glancing at any of the guards. After the lashing out I gave them on Saturday for their negligence, I don't give them the satisfaction of acknowledging their greetings. I raised my knuckles to knock at the door.
For a few moments, there was no sound. Nothing coming from inside. I swear to God, if she's gone out again, she's fucking asking for trouble. I knocked again, harder this time.
After a few moments, she swung open the door. She stood there with her dark hair swept into a ponytail. Her entire body is drowned in an oversized gray hoodie and a pair of black cycling shorts. Even her feet were bare with baby pink painted toenails. Oh God, help me. I sucked at letting my feelings be known but I wanted to try. I wanted this.
“What do you want?”
“Pack your bags. We're going on a little trip. I'll be picking you up in the next hour. Be ready.” I said and started walking back to my car.