Chapter 92 Camilla’s Pov.
After the meeting ended, I was finally able to take a deep breath. I felt like I had been holding it back for the last three hours. The anxiety was crushing my body but still, I got what I came for. I wanted everyone, especially Àlvaro, to see that I was no longer the scared, timid, and naive young girl.
I told my bodyguards to leave the room and wait outside for me. I didn't want them to be here with me in the first place because it probably made me look weak in the eyes of all these brutal men but my father insisted. I've been preparing for this for too long to say no so I played by his rules.
Even though I knew Àlvaro was going to be present at the meeting, I was not prepared for the way my body still reacted to him.
I thought I'd feel even more hatred when I saw him again. After his betrayal and what his family did to mine, all I could think about was how much I wanted him to suffer, begging me for mercy. That's all I fucking wanted to move on with my life.
But my heart pounded so hard against my chest, almost skipping a beat the moment his eyes landed on me. The whole room was staring at me but someone only his eyes mattered. Only his gaze was able to make my whole body burn and feel something I thought was dead months ago.
How was I supposed to hate him when my heart sinks the moment I look at him? My brain knows but my heart refused to follow.
It was hard for me to speak, bring in the same room as him but I managed to. I could feel his gaze on me the whole time. I felt so exposed, so hot under his scrutinizing gaze.
All the men left the room, not giving me a second glance. Only Àlvaro was still sitting in his chair and although I wasn't looking at him, I could feel his gaze glued on me.
I grabbed my handbag and stood up, trying to act unbothered by his presence but the moment I headed towards the door, he grabbed my hand while still sitting on his chair and my whole body shivered, his touch sending chills down my spine. A touch I once loved and craved, felt so distant on my skin.
“It's not polite to walk past people like that.” He muttered in a low voice, our eyes locked. I saw him looking down at my body, my skin burning with the attention he was giving me. A grin appeared on his face as he returned his gaze to my face.
“I have absolutely nothing to say to you.”
“Oh, but I think you do.”
“That's the problem. You don't think.”
“Ouch.” He faked a hurt grimace before that famous grin appeared on his devilish face once again. “Right in my feelings.”
“You're incapable of feeling anything, Àlvaro.”
“You say that after all we went through?” He said, standing up agonizingly slowly while still holding my hand. “I went through great lengths to find you.”
“I don't fucking have time for this.” I said, looking up at him. “I have important places to be.”
“So you're playing the big bad mafia boss game now, uhm chica?” He still wasn't taking me seriously and it was written all over his face.
“Why? Are you afraid I'm better at it than you?” I fired back, challenging him as I tried to get away from his grip but he stopped me.
“Not so fast.” He muttered, his cold voice hiding pure chaos behind itself and my stupid body obeyed. His hand caressed mine, his gaze wandering around my face, studying it. “I see why your father wanted me in this meeting. This new role suits you though. I kinda like it.”
“I would like for you to let me go.” I was not interested in listening to his shits anymore. My whole body was betraying me in every way possible and I hated it. I need to leave this room.
He chuckled, his breath spilling over my face. I kept my gaze locked on his face as he brushed some of my hair off my shoulders, making me shiver from his hand on my skin. He was so close and memories started floating in my mind. That tattooed rough hands pulling my hair while he's…
No!
I'm not going to think about that.
“I never knew you knew which day my birthday was and sending me a gift was very generous of you.” He mumbled, his thumb now laying with my lower lip. I was too stunned to speak or move. I only cared about his hand on my lip.
Of course he's forgotten about when he told me about his birthday, one of the times he pretended to be a decent human being.
“Judging by the sweet letter you left me, I thought you were eager to see me again.” He had a sneer in his voice, mocking me. He pressed his thumb against my lip harder, his eyes darkening. “But now you're standing here in front of me and you're not so brave anymore, hmm? Daddy didn't teach you that?” He raised his eyebrows, challenging me.
I don't know if I want to kiss him or kill him more right now.
“Tell me miss Torres.” He murmured against my lips, leaning so close that they were almost touching. His scent was so intoxicating. “Do you want to hurt me?”
“Yes.” I answered honestly.
“Good.” His hand slid down my waist as he pulled me closer to him. Our bodies collided and the breath left my lungs. “It turns me on.”
His mouth was sharp and vulgar like always.
“You're such a disgusting son of a bitch.” I said, almost out of breath looking into his eyes. “Let me go if you don't want me screaming for the guards right outside.” His hand was leaving burn marks on my skin with one touch. It was all too much for me.
He chuckled, his eyes roaming my face, my neck, my lips. “You must've forgotten what you know about me if you think a couple of guards would scare me and deny it all you want but I know you don't want me to leave you.” His lips brushed against my hot neck and I squeezed his hand in mine. “Your body's betraying you, Camilla.” His low husky voice was doing familiar things to me I had long forgotten about.
He trapped me between him and the table and I held back my breath the moment I felt his hard cock pressed against my wet pussy. He was touching me without touching me.
“I bet that if I slide my hands under that little dress of yours, I'll find your sweet pussy soaked for me.” He mumbled, his hand trapping mine on the table and leaning me against it, making me feel more of him.
Oh, God.
I should fight back. I should scream for my bodyguards but I couldn't think straight. Not when I have him so close to me. Not when I feel alive after all these months.
I know he's now the enemy but having a little fun before destroying him wouldn't hurt, right?
As if he read my thoughts, he pulled back enough to lock his eyes with mine before crashing his lips on mine.
The feeling was pure erotic. There was nothing sweet or gentle about this kiss and it reminded me of the Àlvaro that kidnapped me. His tongue slipped between my lips, deepening the kiss as my hands found their way to his messy hair, keeping him close. His hands fell to each side of my body, trapping me on the table as he kissed me with need, taking everything from me with his mouth.
I know I should fucking stop but I couldn't.
The warmth of his tongue on mine sent shivers down my spine, making it hard to resist. A groan escaped his throat but it was silent from our lips roughly moving together, fighting for dominance. His hands held me close, pressing his body to mine as his body moved along with the kiss. He licked, sucked, massaged my body with his and I let him do whatever he wanted with my legs wrapped around him, my heels digging into the fabric of his pants, needing to feel more.
We both moaned like we had been waiting for this for months. Something inside of me was set free as our body moved in sync, my hands touching every part of his upper body. It was not kind and gentle but rough and driven by desire and need.
I forgot for a moment how much I hated him, forgot that I had plans on seeking revenge against him, forgot that at any moment, someone could walk in and see us. I forgot everything.
I was his again.
I could feel how hard he was, pressing into me as his hands brushed my breasts and cupped them in his big hands while his lips never left mine. I moaned softly as my body burned with every touch, every kiss.
“I fucking missed this.” He mumbled, out of breath into my lips, kissing me again and squeezing my ass in his hands. “So fucking much.”
“Shut up and kiss me.” I whimpered against his lips and oh, that's exactly what he did. Every movement was fueled by need and desire. I held him tight in my arms as if I was afraid to let him go.
His hands slowly lifted my dress until it was around my waist and his hand made direct contact with my bare pussy, making us both moan.
“Fuck, Camilla. No panties?” He groaned, stroking my core, spreading my wetness all over my pussy. “You're such a bad girl.”
His forehead dropped against my shoulders as his fingers played with my clit and he groaned so deeply showing me its painful enough for him to be gentle. “You're making such a mess on my fingers, chica.” He mumbled as his lips left little kisses up my shoulder before finding my ear. “Are you sure you hate me?”
His fingers swirl and pressed down on my clit, making me whimper. I dug my heels deeper into him, showing him how needy I was for more and he chuckled, knowing the control he still has over me.
“Yes.” I cried, tugging at his hair as he inserted two fingers inside me stretching my walls. It felt so good.
This whole scenario was all too familiar to tge first time I officially met him. The first time he touched me down there.
I moaned, pushing against his fingers, riding them helplessly as he watched me, loving every second of it. Without much effort, he inserted a third finger inside me, his thumb playing with my clit as his fingers were fucking my cunt.
Fuck!