Chapter 95 Camilla’s Pov.
The bitterness in his voice mixed with the roughness of his thumb against my clit and his kisses, everything was setting my body on fire, turning me on even more. I moaned his name with pure need.
Àlvaro slipped two fingers inside me so easily as if they belonged there, moving them fast and skillfully, hitting the exact spot like only he can. I cried out loud, shaking in his hands from the roughness of his fingers pumping in and out of me. I held onto his shoulders for dear life, wrapping one leg around his waist to give him better access.
“Can those men make you moan this hard?” He inserted a third finger into me, twisting them, picking up his pace while his thumb circled my clit. “Those men you've been with, did they make you such a mess on their fingers as you always do on mine?”
I dug my nails into his shoulders, sliding them down as a powerful orgasm coursed through my body and sent me into a state of complete euphoria. My body trembled in his arms as he continued to fuck me with his fingers.
“You came so hard on my fingers for someone who claims she can no longer stand me.” He pulled his fingers out of me, spreading my liquid all over my pussy before putting them into my mouth, driving them deep into my throat which made me choke. But still, I wrapped my lips around his fingers, feeling the traces of my cum along with the salty taste. I licked them clean under his cold gaze.
“Do you think you deserved to come after all that bullshit you said?” He asked in a low voice and I shook my head, with his fingers still deep in my mouth, taking away my air. “I had to take you close to the end and just when you were about to come undone on my fingers, I had to stop and do it all over again so you remember what it was like. What we were once like. How you begged me for a fucking release. How you screamed your love for me.”
I mumbled a weak ‘no’ but it was muffled by his fingers. Àlvaro soon removed them from my mouth, allowing me to breathe again. He soon replaced the void with his lips, lifting me up in his arms, pressing me against his hard cock.
He carried me to the bed, pausing for a second before letting my feet touch the ground, roughly forcing me to my knees. He removed his shorts along with his boxers and leaned down to collide our lips in yet another stolen kiss.
“You're beginning to piss me off like tge Camilla I once met and sluts like that with big mouths don't deserve to be fucked on a bed.” He growled at me, grabbing a fistful of my hair. He rolled me onto my stomach on the ground, lifting my ass up in the air. “Put your hands behind your back.”
My body instinctively obeyed him. I was almost ashamed of how turned on I was and he could see it from the view he had if my pussy right now. Àlvaro's hand caressed my ass before his hand connected with it in a loud smack, repeating the same action to my other ass cheek, making me moan and cry in pleasure.
I didn't get a chance to recover from the pain I was feeling on my ass cheeks before he slammed into me fully, winning a cry mixed with a groan from my throat. I was so wet for him that he slid in without much resistance but the sensation was suddenly and rough making me clench around him.
He didn't give me a chance to take my breath and get used to his big hard dick tearing my pussy once again as he set a fast and hard rhythm, pounding into me and making my knees scrape against the floor. One of his hands grabbed both of my hands behind my back like handcuffs and his other hand pressed my head down, sticking my cheek to the ground and fucking me even faster. I could hear myself shamelessly screaming, “please, faster, more.” And I took everything he gave me with each thrust.
“All your talk of hate only to end up kn the floor begging to be fucked like a slut.” He chuckled dryly. He pulled out of me and I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, spreading my juices and playing with my pussy. “Tell me, are you now a slut, Camilla?”
“No.” I cried out loud, wanting to feel him inside me again. I was so close to my orgasm and he took it away from me. “Please, Àlvaro.”
“But you fucking beg like one.” He slowly, almost painfully inserted the tip of his cock inside me and then pulled it out. My body was burning for him and I cried out again. “Doesn't a slut beg for a cock just like you're doing right now?” He taunted.
“Àlvaro, please.” I said again, almost like a whisper mixed with a cry as if they were the only words I knew. I wanted to feel him inside me so much that I forgot about everything else.
“Admit it.” He continued to push his cock in and out of me while still pressing my head to the ground. “Admit you're my slut and mine alone and you'll have what you so shamelessly beg for.”
He wanted to hear me say it and right now, I was too far gone that I'd say anything just to feel him inside of me again.
“I'm your slut, Àlvaro. I'll always be your slut.” I blurted out almost through tears. “Just fuck my pussy, please.”
That was all he needed to hear to push inside me again, stretching me out with one hard thrust, causing us both to moan and filling the void of the past few months.
“Damn right you are. I've always told you, chica, you're mine and mine alone. Never forget that.” The force of his thrusts increased with each word. My tits were bouncing hard, my cheek hurt from the rough contact with the floor and still, I begged for more.
“Yes, yours, Àlvaro. Fuck me faster, please.” I whimpered and he did it, slamming into me hard like his life depended on it. My screams echoed in the room, mixed with his groans.
“I should probably make a video for your father, hmm? What do you think?” He pulled my hair roughly, making me lift my head from the ground. His voice was filled with desire as he continued thrusting into me. “Show him his beloved, precious daughter being fucked on the floor like a whore, screaming the name of the man whose father took everything from him and begging for his cock.”
I was in complete euphoria that I came again, my whole body shaking as pleasure consumed me while he was still fucking me, holding me firmly in place. Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was enjoying it.
“Dirty little girl. You came just by the thought of that.” He taunted through a laugh, smacking my ass again.
I felt myself approaching my third orgasm, my body barely holding on. He continued to slap my ass until it was red before squeezing it, increasing hus thrusts. “I'm going to cum inside you so you can go home to your precious little daddy and keep making plans to ruin me while my cum is still inside you.”
His words brought me to a third orgasm, I came hard on his cock, screaming his name and tightening around him. It didn't take long before I heard his groans increase as he made two quick thrusts and his cock pulsed inside me before he froze, letting out a guttural moan.
I felt his liquid filling me as he continued to slowly fuck me to make sure it was all inside me.
“Beautiful.” He muttered, spreading his cum all over me as I breathed heavily. “Do you feel used? Because you fucking are.”
“Fuck you, Àlvaro.” I barely had the strength to say as he pulled out of me and I was still a panting wreck on the ground. My pusdy was filled with his cum and I felt little drops falling from me.
He laughed, placing a gentle kiss on my red ass. It took me a few minutes to recover from everything but when I normalized my breathing and he was away enough from me to think straight, reality hit me. Shame enveloped my body as I sat naked on the ground. I realised I didn't have any clothes to wear. He ripped everything off.
Àlvaro seemed to read my thoughts and threw me his white shirt. He was following me with his gaze, sitting on the bed now with his shorts on, his hair messy and sweaty and all the muscles in his body standing out even more.
Shit! Why does he have to be so attractive?
“Do you still want to ruin me, chica?” His lips curled into a grin and I wanted to smack it off his face.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He said as he laid back on the bed, looking like a true God.
“You really are a dick, Àlvaro.” I said, already thinking clearly now that he was no longer inside me. “After everything, you still are kne cocky bastard.”
“I didn't do anything you didn't ask for.”
“You know what I'm talking about.”
He pursed his lips together, shaking his head with a hard look on his face. He knew what I was talking about.
“Anthonio was right. Your father did a good job brainwashing you and now you're accusing me of something I didn't do.” He replied simply, keeping his eyes on mine, wanting to make sure I knew he wasn't lying. “I don't have a part in whatever my bastard of a father did before his death. It's crazy that you thought I'd ever betray you like that and frankly, I don't know which is more painful.”
“You're lying.” I said, refusing to believe him.
“Why would I lie to you?” He asked raising his eyebrows. “To get in your pants? You and I know I manage to do that without lying as you can see.”
“To protect yourself. To protect your empire. To protect your family name.”
“Trust me, chica. I want to ruin that name no less than you. Starting with Vincenzo.” He said, following me with his eyes as I stood up from the ground, wearing only his shirt. I could feel how sore I was.
“I don't believe you.” I said firmly, struggling to disregard everything my father told me.
“That's your choice.” He nodded, getting up from the bed to face me as he looked down at me. “No one in my family has anything to do with my father's sick games.”
“What about Vincenzo?” I raised an eyebrow questioningly, causing him to clench his jaw. “Didn't he have a part in this?”
“Vincenzo is not my family.” He said through gritted teeth. “Why are you asking me about him?”
“I'm just deciding who I'm gonna have to kill first.” I hissed at him and he widened his eyes like it was the last hing that he expected me to say but he still looked amused.
“Would you kill me, chica?” I could see his smug smile which made me even more angry.
“You've not given me a reason not to. It's almost impossible to even say that our meeting at the club on that fateful day was a coincidence. I think you already knew who I was and wanted to finish off your father's sick games.” I said but hefore he could say anything my guards suddenly busted inside the room.
Before he could even reach for his gun, my guys got him and one of them put a towel in front of his mouth, putting him instantly to sleep.
I watched his unconcious body fall on his floor before my guards lifted him to escort him out of the room.
I knew my father would be proud of me for what I just did but why don't I feel like I did something good? Why did my heart feel like it shattered into pieces when I saw the shock and the look of betrayal written on Àlvaro's face before he went unconcious?
You did good, Camilla. You did what you had to do.
Maybe if I keep repeating it to myself, I'll believe it eventually.