Chapter 72 Àlvaro's Pov.
“I'm going to arrange a meeting with Vincenzo.” I spat to Santiago, the blood on my hands still fresh and I had a great desire to spill some more.
“Are you out of your mind? Not to talk about the fact that no one knows where he is right now, you'll be putting this empire at risk.” Santiago raised his voice at him, probably forgetting that I was his boss. “Hell no.”
“I didn't ask for your fucking permission, Santiago.” I mumbled in a low voice as the guards did the job of getting rid of the poor man's lifeless body. “So instead of standing there and talking rubbish, we need to double up on getting his location or at least a way to get a message across to him.”
“Think smart, Àl.” He mumbled and his words made me even angrier.
“Oh, I'm thinking smart.” I muttered in his face. “That's exactly how I'm going to kill him and everyone of his pathetic soldiers, one by one.” I hissed in his face before before walking past him, slamming my shoulder in his in the process.
If I had to stay even a second longer in the room with him, my fist was going to meet his face next and I didn't want that extra drama.
This is the second fucker that has managed to infiltrate my neighborhood, spying kn my operations with a fucking gun on him and I know he sure as hell won't be the last.
The next one might be bold enough to take Camilla and I don't think I could go through the heart wrenching pain of losing her again. Just thinking about this whole shit made my blood boil and my desire to kill someone with my bare hands increased.
I walked into the nearest restroom to wash my hands and as I watched the blood wash off my skin, anger flooded me once again.
I was washing my hands with such force that I felt like I was going to peel off my skin along with the blood.
“Àlvaro?” A soft female voice brought me back to reality. The voice was painfully familiar and I didn't have to look to know that she was standing by the door.
But I did look at her and she was fucking beautiful even with the grey sweatpants she wore. “What happened? Why are you covered in blood?” Her gaze descended in horror down my shirt which was all painted with the blood of the man whose life I had taken not quite long ago.
“You have a room, Camilla. Go to it and leave me alone.” I hissed between my teeth in malice remembering what happened last night. But deep down, I took a deep breath, knowing that she was back here with me, safe and sound.
“No.” She protested, walking towards me and slamming the door shut behind her. Her gaze wandered over my blood soaked shirt. Her hands were shaking as she touched my chest. “Tell me what the fuck happened to you. Did Vincenzo strike again?”
“Nothing happened to me.”
Her face changed. “Did you kill someone?”
“Now's not the right time to be asking me fucking questions, Camilla. Get out.” I said in a low dark voice against her face. I felt my blood boiling and my body trembled against hers which was like a delicate porcelain in front of mine.
My gaze involuntarily fell on her full lips and for a moment, I wanted to kiss her.
“And when's it going to be the right time?” She yelled in my face. “When I'm fucking dead and gone? Thought I was a part of this empire but nobody tells me anything!” I could see her whole body shaking with nerves and I just wanted to pull her close and feel her body against mine. I wanted to do so many more fucking bad things to her.
Her hands were clutching my shirt still soaked in blood as if she was holding on to it for dear life. We were both breathing heavily but she had no idea how her fucking touch was stirring my body.
There was no more feeling of anger, nor rage, nor hatred on my heart. She has no idea how much fucking effect she had on me.
Her eyes watered, making my gaze soften. Her hands slid up, taking my face in her small hands, caressing it gently while looking at me with teary eyes and that made my demons go away even for a second.
“When I saw the blood, I though something had happened to you.” Her voice trembled as she rested her forehead against mine, making me feel like a pawn in her hands. In a way, I was. She fucking had all the power even though she doesn't know that yet. “I thought your uncle had—”
I couldn't stand it anymore.
I kissed her.
I kissed her in the most roughest and gentlest way possible, pinning her close to my body. She was startled for a second but quickly recovered by wrapping her small arms around my body and kissing me back with the same intensity.
She tasted like fucking heaven, a beautiful paradise that I'd let ruin me over and over again.
I was panting as our lips fought for dominance until I felt her calm down and relax in my arms, allowing me to slide my tongue inside her sweet mouth. We both moaned as our lips moved in sync.
Her hands quickly started unbuttoning my shirt and I let her as I lifted her small body and sat her on the sink, spreading her legs to fit between them and pressing my hard cock against her.
I could feel how wet and ready she was for me even through her sweatpants. Her body was calling my name as she purred in my arms like a little cat, pulling me even closer without breaking the kiss.
I forgot about everything as my lips roamed hers. Nothing else mattered. Shit, even if Vincenzo attacked right now, I wouldn't care.
She managed to get rid of my shirt and threw it on the floor as my hands found their way into her pants to access her sweet pussy.
The way she would let me do whatever I wanted with her, let me fuck her exactly as I wanted was something that made me lose my fucking mind and wonder if I'm really the one in control or she is.
Her legs spread open for me, letting me in, moaning my name as my fingers worked against her pussy. Fuck!
Just as my fingers touched and played with her clit, feeling how her body began to tremble in my arms and melting under my touch, my phone rang, bringing us both back to fucking reality.
Damn it! I was so fucking close to hearing her sweet moans as she cums on my fingers.
This better be important or I'm killing the motherfucker that just dared to call me.
“Pick up the phone.” She said breathlessly between our kisses as she squeezed my hard cock in her hand, making me groan once again. “Just leave it on speaker.” Her commanding voice made me obey instantly. My cock was hard and ready for her and I just wanted to be inside her already. I didn't get to fuck her the way I wanted last night because of her little stunt.
I did as she said and her hands was still massaging my cock through my pants.
“Yes?” I coughed, trying to keep my voice as professional as possible which was proving to be hard as Camilla kept stroking my cock in her hand, making hold back another groan.
“Sir. We have a problem.”