The Ultimate Temptation II
Camila's POV
I debate getting off him and sliding into the space next to him, the last thing I wanted was to be this close to him, but I hadn't thought it through when I'd dropped down onto his lap. If I got off now, he'd know id done it with the intention of hurting him and he'd catch on.
And so, I play ignorant and slump back into his chest. "Anyways," I sigh, dismissively. His hand on my hip tightens in agitation before he exhales and forces his attention to the papers in his hands. "Back to me."
I watch him through the mirror, he's so large behind me that he can easily glance over my shoulder and to the file in his hand. Dismissing my presence with extreme ease.
It pisses me off.
"What was it you were saying?" He murmurs indifferently. But the grip on my hip tells me that his ability to ignore me is forced.
"Something happened to my account." My gaze drills into the side of his head.
I don't clarify, nor does Alejandro's face change as he raises a brow and hums, still reading over his fucking paper. "Really?"
I have to stop my eye from twitching in irritation.Instead, I shift in his lap, until a harsh breath escapes beneath his breath and straight into my ear. "Yeah, but it's fine, I un-privatized my account and posted another series of pictures."
There's a brief still of his shoulders while his gaze sharpens on the papers in his hand. His eyes are glossed over in a way that tells me he's not reading it. I continue, knowing I've gotten his full attention.
Another dramatic sigh escapes mg lips. "But since most of my followers had disappeared, I acted out and did something desperate in hopes of getting that attention back."
His hand around the paper tightens until he's nearly rolled the entire thing into a ball. Yet the man still refuses to look at me. "What did you do?" His voice is low and calm.
There's a brief moment of hesitation before I continue building on my lie. "I posted a really risky picture wearing something I shouldn't have."
The view of his turned head allows me to see the sharp angle of his jaw as he clenches it. "Wearing. What." It's not a question but a demand.
Adrenaline pumps in my veins as I feel his rage simmering beneath the surface.
I keep my gaze trained on his face through the mirror, while my hands find the knot keeping my robe together. I untie it and speak. "This."
The robe comes undone, bearing my body in the mirror, clad in nothing but a pink lace bra, one that my breasts spill out of and a thin patch of pink lace covering my crotch.
A moment that stretches into an eons worth of silence blankets the space as I wait, my chest heaving in anticipation while Alejandro's frozen gaze drills into the page before him.
And then he turns his head. His eyes find mine in the mirror first, and the look in them brews warning signs.
But it's too late to back down because slowly, ever so carefully his eyes move down, past my face. His gaze burns down my throat, past my heaving breasts, below my navel and finally onto my poor excuse for underwear.
Desire flashes in his chocolate irises and in the spur of the moment, I spread my legs, watching as his gaze lazily drawls to the small path covering my pussy.
"I was also sitting just like this in the picture." Despite my anger, the tone of my voice turns breathless as I watch the fire in his eyes burn hot as he fixates on my body.
As if my words finally register, paper crinkles beneath Alejandro's fist while his other hand grips my hip tightly, in a silent punishment.
"Camila." Low and so demanding, while he watches the rise and fall of my chest.
"Umhm?" I hum in indifference meanwhile a throbbing begins to form between my legs at the sudden realization of what I'd done.
"Tell me how many saw the pictures." I can't tell if it's the arousal or the pure possessiveness in his tone that sends a chill down my spine. I realize it's both when his other hand drops the ball of paper to the ground and clamps down on my other hip, another warning squeeze. "And don't lie to me."
I shouldn't find his caveman tendencies hot as fuck. I should be annoyed.
"I don't know." But all I can think about as I trail my finger along the band of my thong is just how far I can push him before he snaps.
In an instant, Alejandro's arms snaked around my waist, his gaze pinning me down through the mirror. "Give me an exact number."
His stare is unnerving and so terrifying that the reality of what I'm doing hits and unease forms at the thought. I'd taken it too far, I'd merely wanted to teach him a lesson yet something told me he was beyond harmless with the way he looked as though he was contemplating murder.
"Five or six..." I try to downplay the lie as I pull my wrist free from his grasp and shut my legs before making a move to get up. "I took them down almost immediately after."
My attempt to salvage my wavering confidence doesn't bode well with the man. the hand around my hip is gone and replaced with his forearm as he slides an arm around my waist, anchoring me down while he uses his other hand to grab his phone off a nearby table.
"Cazzo." His breath is angry as he holds the phone up to his ear.
Eyes wide, I watch him. "What are you doing?"
He stares at me dead in the mirror, his face serious and filled with so much determination I second guess how good of an idea pushing him was. "Alexi's going to find me every single account that'd interacted with the pictures and I'm going to start with the closest bastard-"
"No." Panic consumes me as I reach for his phone. He turns out of my reach and when he starts to fire off orders in rapid Italian, I fully regret my actions.
"It was all a lie!" I cut Alejandro off mid sentence as I try to turn in his hold, but his arm merely tightens around me, stirring the nausea deeper into my gut.
He stills, hangs up the phone and his seething silence has my body slumping in his hold. "I know what you made Alexi do." Saying it out loud makes me cringe. "I was only trying to teach you a lesson..."
Relief doesn't wash over him like I'd imagined. His body remains rigid behind mine, that is until the air escapes my lungs when he grips my throat, yanks my head back into him and whispers in my ear harshly. "Teaching me a lesson?"
He fists the material of my thong in his free hand, so tightly that the thin patch digs into my slit, creating an unbearable amount of friction. "What lesson did you think telling me you spread your legs in nothing but pink lace and shared it for others to see would teach me?" His voice is hoarse in my ear while his palm around my throat tightens.
A whimper lodges itself in my throat. "I-I don't know."
"Not good enough." No remorse in his tone as he tightens his hold, while my back arches against him, "Try again."
With heavy breaths and trembling limbs, I spit the truth out. "You had no right to accuse me of being obsessive over you when you do shit like go through my social media and block people from seeing what I post." I snap.
"Those people." His lips press to my ear while venom drips from his low voice. "Were disgusting older men, who will die before you give them something they'll take and fantasize about."
There was something severely wrong with me because while that statement blares red flags in my mind, I can't help but whimper in need at the possessive tone.
Once again, the thought pisses me off.
"If they're disgusting old men-" Once again, the thought pisses me off. "What does that make you?"
I begin to regret the words the moment they're out of my mouth, Alejandro's hands leave my body and he's silent behind me and while I cast a look in the mirror ahead of us, I can't make out his expression.
All I know is I feel strangely empty without his touch.
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