Liar Liar II
Alejandro's POV
Thinking of the way I had her before me, the sight of her thick thighs spread for me, with my fingers buried in between her legs as she whimpered, whined and writhed against me.
Remembering the feeling of her ass as she rolled her hips back, grinding herself into my cock.
Cazzo, she was so fucking good at it.
She would be able to take me so well and I'd treat her so fucking good.
Abandoning all senses and giving the darkest part of my mind control, I started pumping my dick harder as my hand picked up it's pace.
Low heavy grunts were spilling from my lips and into my dark office as I stroked myself faster, even pushing my hips up into my fist. Groaning out as my thumb came up to spread the precum across my tip. And then I returned to slow torturous strokes because that's how Camila would do it.
Camila would start off slow and hesitant because she was new to this. To me. But she'd still be so fucking good at it.
She'd hold my throbbing cock in her soft gentle hands before staring up at me with those big sparkling eyes, waiting for my approval and encouragement.
And I'd do nothing but tell her how good she was doing because, fuck even if she just sat there and watched me pump myself, I'd still be on cloud nine.
I'd be patient with her until she got the hang of it, her slow, hesitant strokes would get faster. Her hands would pick up their pace because my Camila was such a fast learner.
Cazzo, she would be able to bring me to my knees in a matter of minutes.
And when I'd be on the brink of losing it, she'd dip her head and bring her plump soft lips to the tip of my cock.
Wanting me to fuck her mouth, she'd bring her mouth forward and I'd run my tip across the seam of her lips, coating them in my pre-cum.
Then I'd tell her to open wide for me. And like the good girl she is, she'd listen, letting me thrust my cock into her warm-
The next thing I knew, I was throwing my head back, groaning out in pure ecstasy as my cum spilled all across my stomach.
The high was fucking amazing but the withdrawals were when the guilt and shame filed in like a bucket of ice cold water.
I had just left her all alone in her bedroom to lock myself in my office and fuck my fist to the thought of her.
Instead of staying and holding her, I had left to fulfil my own desires and pleasures and instead of telling her why, I'd left her confused.
I couldn't stand to look her in the eyes the next morning, only I didn't have to, not at breakfast nor throughout the day.
And when our paths did cross, she wanted nothing to do with me.
I didn't know what to do, so I did what I thought would be best. Wait it out.
It'd been a week. An entire week of her avoiding me, barely talking to me, and when we did speak on one occasion it was alongside Marco where the conversation was about her test.
The conversation was brief, I'd asked her how it went, she'd said well, Marco had asked her if she'd gotten it back, she'd said no.
That was the end of it.
Yet the crumpled piece of paper one of the maids had found whilst cleaning out her room, was telling me a different story.
She was lying to me.
Again.
I couldn't take it anymore, not with the buildup of annoyance and anger, I snapped.
I wasn't a man that was considerate of feelings, much less one that would tip toe around someone else in fear of upsetting them.
But for Camila's sake I had turned into that man, only to have her deceive me.
I was livid.
The door opens and Marco walks into my office. "You wanted to see me, Capo?"
I nod, my jaw tight as I remind myself it's not Marco's fault. Yet the message doesn't translate well when he walks closer.
Without another thought, I slam the test down onto my desk with more force than necessary, while my fingers grip the paper as though it's the source of all my frustration.
It isn't.
She is.
All my rage from the past few days was finally surfacing, on the brink of an explosion.
Camila had been blatantly lying to our faces.
I should have caught on. And I probably would have had I not been too fucking preoccupied making public appearances with Greta.
There was too much pressure to push this deal forward and so when Greta had told me her father wasn't going to be entirely convinced unless we spent more time together, I could do nothing but grit my teeth and agree.
I couldn't afford to fuck it up.
Which meant more parties, dinners, and more time to spend with the last person I wanted to be around- Greta.
Marco purses his lips, looking down to examine the paper, only he doesn't look entirely surprised.
My hands shake in anger and before I know it I'm rounding the corner to pace back and forth before him. "How the fuck did you let this happen?!"
He stays silent, I continue to seethe.
"How the fuck did I not realize any sooner?! I should have suspected something." I shake my head and flicker my eyes to him. "You should have suspected something." Marco's still staring down at the page in deep thought. "We should have figured it out!"
Marco does nothing but watch me explode before him, occasionally returning his attention to the page before him.
And when I've realized my word vomit won't calm me down, I take a deep breath, my voice dangerously calm. "Where is she?"
Marco finally gives me his full attention, his gaze turning weary. "Ethan took her out for the afternoon."
And then my anger is back, in it's full force. "Under who's orders was she allowed to leave my house without my approval?"
Marco sighs, shaking his head. "You cannot keep her locked up in here, Capo. I can see how much of a toll being alone here is taking on her mental health. She needs to be able to leave and have some sense of regularity in her life."
If she wanted to go out, I would have taken her.
"She is a good rational girl that understands your rules and never stupidly acts out, nor does she put herself in danger." His stare is hard and I know he's not backing down. "She needs to be able to go out and have some freedom. She's responsible enough to do so."
I resume pacing back and forth. Far too angry to process his rational argument.
"Cazzo, how the hell could we let her go this long with lying to us?" I snap in frustration. "I want her back here and in my office. Now."
Marco stays quiet while I rub my jaw in frustration. "I'm done cutting her some slack. Her behaviour is getting out of hand. Not to mention, she got a fucking D-"
"Capo." Marco butts in and it's a warning, but I ignore it.
"Has she even been learning anything? Has she been listening to a word you've been saying?" I'm working myself up, blinded by the sudden anger that seems to be less about her grades and more about our situation. "I mean it's clear she doesn't take anything seriously for her to end up with a D-"
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