Chapter 70 Camilla’s Pov.
“I don't know what's giving you the balls to fucking talk to me like that.” He hissed, his face closed to me.
“I can talk to you however the fuck I want to.”
He chuckled darkly under his breath.
“You're laughing? You think this shit is funny?”
“Let's go.” He said in a deadly voice but I was too pissed off to listen to him.
“Stop telling me what to fucking do.” I said in a higher voice, bringing even more attention to us as I felt my chest bumped against his body.
His lips curled into a grimace as he looked down on me. I know I was pushing him by talking to him this way in front of his men and workers but I don't fucking care.
“Don't make me drag you out of this fucking club, because believe me, I will.”
“All of this because a man offered to buy me a stupid fucking drink?”
“Don't fucking test me right now, Camilla.” He said, defiantly.
“You really are delusional, Àlvaro.” I shook my head and he tilted his head to the side, his eyes piercing my face.
I walked out on him towards the exit and of course, he followed me. Once we were out, I stopped, turning towards him and his body almost collided with mine. I looked up at him with my head held high. “It's being two fucking months since I left your uncle's hold Àlvaro and while I can't wait for the chance to personally stab that bastard in the throat, I'm done wallowing in fear and I'm done having you ignore me. So if I want some stranger to touch me, I'm going to fucking let him touch me and there's nothing you can do about it.” I hissed against him, my face inches from his. “You mean nothing to me, Àlvaro. Just the same fucking kidnapper like your uncle.”
I could see how much my words got to him. He was clenching his jaw so hard that I had a feeling that it might break at any moment. His eyes were so dark that I lost myself in them. His breathing was heavy and his whole body tensed like he was trying to stop himself from doing something he'll regret.
He leaned closer, his eyes dominating mine. “Do you want to play this game all over again, chica? Because you know damn well I can play it very fucking well.” He threatened, his warm breath pouring over my lips. “I won't think twice before fucking you in front of all these worthless men just to prove the point that you're mine.”
My breath hitched and my whole body shivered as I remembered what he said to me back at the parking lot of the grocery store in Spain. “You're mine, chica.”
“You won't do that.” I murmured, not sure if I was talking to him or myself.
“You wanna see if I fucking care?” He chuckled darkly as he pulled me roughly to him with his arm. “I'm the only man who should know what it feels like to be deep inside you, chica.”
His words left me breathless. My whole face turned red as he became more rude and arrogant with each passing second. I hated the way my whole body burned from the need to be touching by this fucking psychopath.
I felt his words in my fucking throbbing pussy. I wanted to yell. I wanted to slap myself for allowing his words get to me like that. I simply tore myself away from him and walked towards the car to save myself from any more trouble.
I got into the car, slamming the door behind me and Àlvaro got in from the other side, telling the driver to go as he leaned back in his seat and sighed heavily.
The ride was short but painful and I regretted why I asked to be brought along in the first place. There were so many things I wanted to say, so many things I wanted to do and what made me even more angrier was how calm he looked next to me, relaxing on the seat as if nothing fucking happened.
As soon as the car stopped in front of the mansion, I quickly got out, slamming the door after me and walking fast towards the house.
“Camilla! Don't you fucking walk away from me.” His deep voice came from behind me, making me roll my eyes.
“Don't tell me what to fucking do!” I yelled, turning to look at him, my heart pounding against my chest. “You like to talk shit about owning me but I'm not one of your whores or your fucking strippers. Get that in your goddamn head.”
He stopped, freezing in place as if my words had caught him off guard. He seemed more than surprised by the way I spoke to him. Granted, I have never spoken to him like that before.
But more than anything, I hated the fact that I was lying right now. I don't mind him owning me. Shit! I'd even choose him owning me over going back to life as I knew it before. Life as a college student in Miami.
My only regret is how much I want Àlvaro even after everything that happened and everything he put me through. Even after he's shown me countless times that I was just an object or a property to him.
Àlvaro remained speechless. He didn't respond as he normally would. It was as if my words cut off his words supply.
But he didn't have to say anything though. I was the stupid one for caring. For thinking that this mafia boss was actually falling for me. For showing him into my family.
I simply turned my back on him, entering the house, knowing that my heart was still mentally outside with Àlvaro.
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I was moving in my bed trying to find a comfortable position to fall sleep in but I still failed.
My head was a complete mess that everytime I closed my eyes, I thought about everything I said to Àlvaro earlier in the day and how stupid I was to have talked to him like that. Where the fuck did I get the fucking balls from to talk to him like that?
I mean, that man could kill me and not bat an eyelid over any consequences. I should've known better before starting this kind of game with the devil himself.
The look in his eyes kept playing in my head over and over again and I felt like beating myself up.
I tried convincing myself that it must've being the glass of vodka that loosened my tongue. I mean, it had to be, right?
Just then, there was a knock on the door making me freeze in place, staring at the door. I took a quick glance at the clock which showed that it was almost three in the morning.
Has he come to finally kill and dispose of my body?
With timid steps, I got out of bed and walked on my tiptoes to the door in just my white satiny night dress. I opened the door with shaky hands to lock eyes on Àlvaro who was leaning against the wall staring at me with a tired look.
My heart sank to the ground.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he roughly walked past me into the room. I sighed, closing the door behind him, grateful that at least I wasn't dead yet.
I turned to look at him as he ran a hand through his hair which looked messier than usual.
Àlvaro clenched his jaw, his eyes filled with anger as he breathed heavily. “I should fucking kill you for daring to challenge me in front of my men. But I can't. I just fucking can't because the thought of you keep messing with me!” He growled in an annoyed voice and sat on my bed. It was only now that I noticed that he was wearing a simple white shirt and grey shorts, something I've never seen him wear before. “Now, let's see if there's something I can really do about the fact that you'd want someone else to touch you.”
His words were filled with anger as his gaze undressed me, making me feel hot under my nightdress.
His back deadly eyes challenged me to come closer and I obeyed, standing in front of him and looking down to meet his gaze. “Do you want me between your legs, chica?” He muttered in a low dark voice challenging me and my throat went dry. “Do you miss my tongue on your sweet little pussy?”
I nodded slowly, trying to still blame it on the glass of vodka I had during the day at the club but knowing damn right I was sober as fuck.
“You said you'd let a stranger touch you if you want.” He repeated the words I said in front of him outside the club and my face turned red under his intense gaze. “Sit on my face chica and let me satisfy you like no damn stranger ever will because you know I'd fucking kill them even if they try.”
He pulled me to him, colliding my body with his. Our lips were merely inches apart, touching slightly as my whole body burned in the fire him alone was able to start.