His Prisoner III
Camila's POV
His face is red, his jaw is set and had I not opened the door when I did, I'm sure he would have knocked it down.
His angry eyes snap to my confused ones and I watch as his eyes trail my body, but it's like he's looking for something and when he doesn't see it his eyes snap into my bedroom. I look back to see what he's glaring at and I see nothing but Mason sprawled out across my bed.
I open my mouth to ask him what's going on but before I can, he pushes past me and stops into the room, towards Mason who is now sitting up in alarm.
In the blink of an eye Alejandro has him by the collar of his shirt as he rips him off my bed. "Out." He spits, his voice low and deadly.
With wide terrified eyes my best friend looks towards me for help. I snap out of my shock and jump into action. "What the hell, Alejandro? Let go of him!"
Alejandro doesn't budge. It's like he doesn't even hear me as he looks at Mason like he's the root cause of all his problems.
"Let go." I try again.
Alejandro only tightens his hands around Mason's shirt. "Not until he's out of my fucking house."
I blink up at him completely baffled before I grow angry with his uncalled for behaviour. "Fine!" I yell and Alejandro lets go of Mason's shirt, allowing Mason to step back. "Let's go." I say to Mason as I pull him away from the mad man.
He wants him out of his house, then fine, we'll go.
"Non vai da nessuna parte con lui." He seethes, his voice final as he then stares at me like I'm the reason for his sour mood. (You're not going anywhere with him.)
I pause to narrow my eyes at Alejandro. Who does he think he is?
Mason must realize I'm moments from exploding as his weary voice butts in. "It's fine Cam, let's just go." Mason's hand finds my arm before he begins to pull me out of the room. But the moment Mason puts his hand on my arm, Alejandro steps forward and I know things are about to escalate.
Alejandro was not going to let me go without a fight.
Sensing a growing fight between Alejandro and I, I send Mason a small reassuring smile. "I'll meet you outside in the car." I say softly, waving off the weary look in his eyes.
The minute he's out of my room, my face screws up in anger and I turn back to Alejandro. "What the fuck is your problem?!"
He steps towards me, his voice lethally calm. "My problem is that I received a call from Marco asking me if you got home, when you never mentioned that you were leaving in the first place."
"I don't need to run everything in my life by you. I was being safe." Even if I was in the wrong for that, it wasn't a good enough reason for him to act like a lunatic.
He takes another step forward. "Not to mention you bringing a random boy into my house, into this room" his eyes are blazed as his calm facade crumbles. "Where I had to come up here and hear you..."He stops himself as his jaw ticks, and I can visibly see him shaking in anger with his face flushed and his body tense.
And then it hits me.
He was jealous?
Was that what this was all about? He thought I was fucking Mason? I would have laugh if I wasn't so angry.
"I can't believe you're throwing a fit about me harmlessly bringing a friend over while you're having a full on date downstairs." I scoff.
"Harmless?" His eyes watch me like I'm crazy. "What about me having to hear you moan his name is harmless to you?" His deep voice booms through the room and I can tell just how upset he is by the way his accent is thick. He takes another step closer. "Huh?" He suddenly grips my jaw and tilts my head up. "Are you trying to drive me crazy!?"
I stare up at him, disgust written all over my face. "Not everything I do is for you, get over yourself. "
The man before me is not the Alejandro I know. The man before me is jealous, destructive and explosive.
Infact this entire situation only highlights what he thinks of me. And it feels like shit.
I swallow the emotion down."I wasn't doing anything wrong. Mason is my friend and we weren't doing anything. Not that I need to explain myself to you."
The man begins to calm down, "He was in your bed." He breathes, his voice is low as he takes deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down.
And Greta was in his.
"Because I hate sleeping alone! But of course, the option of me being a desperate little slut is so much more believable." I shake my head angrily.
He blinks, then blinks again, eyes flickering between mine as reassurance takes over and he comes down from his fit of jealousy.
"No I-" he shakes his head, "Cazzo- I heard you and then I heard him." His jaw is tense like the words are hard for him to speak aloud. "I just lost it thinking about the worst case scenario."
Despite him calming down, my anger is at an all time high."And what exactly was is worst possible scenario?" I move forward to push on his chest."That he'd be fucking me?"
Alejandro's body tense, and his demeanour hardens at my words. He doesn't like the idea and it tells me what I need to know.
With a humourless laugh I look up at him. "So let me get this straight, you don't want anyone to fuck me, including yourself but you act like you have this sort of claim over me?"
He continues to stare back at me, his hard facade unwavering and there are no signs of disagreement.
Does he seriously think he has that power over me?
Another scoff escapes my lips. "What makes you think I belong to you?"
He looks away, biting his bottom lip as though he's holding himself back from saying something.
My eyes narrow at the action but I shake it off and continue pushing.
"Well guess what, daddy?" I mock pout as I walk up to him, his eyes narrow at me but I don't care, someone needs to put him in his place. "I'm not gonna be your sweet little virgin forever. One that you can come to, to get your dick hard and then turn around and walk into the other room to fuck another bitch!" I seethe.
All he doesn't is send me a look. A warning. One that tells me not to keep pushing.
But right now I'm not someone he can push around and control.
I step closer until my chest is to his and bring my hands up to slowly play with the scruff on his jaw as I smile sweetly up at him. "Because guess what? I'm gonna have someone fuck me eventually." I whisper tilting my head up to get closer to his.
I then grip his jaw and force his head to dip down so that our faces are closer together. "But don't worry." I smile, moving my eyes to focus on his lips and the harsh angry breaths coming out of them."It won't be you. Since you're so convinced you can't have me, I'll have someone else fuck me." I smile, starting to trace his bottom lip with my finger.
He's livid and his body is shaking in rage, his hands ball into fists at his sides, but he stays still.
I keep pushing.
Biting my lip, I lean up on my tippy toes to softly bring my lips to his, "And, oh boy, are they going to fuck me." I murmur against his lips. "Hard." I softly peck his lower lip "Fast." And then I run my tounge across his lower lip, as I look up at him through my lashes."Rough."
His chest heaves against mine, and he's infuriated as he sends me a murderous glare. But I simply throw my arms around his neck and arch my back to lean further against his hard body as I move my lips towards his ear. "And I won't give a shit if you're in the other room hearing me, or across the fucking world."
My lips find their way to the skin just below his ear and I leave a chaste, sloppy kiss against the skin as he tenses. "Because I don't give a shit about you." I smile, leaning back to search his face.
Satisfied with the way he's murderously still, I go to pull away but his hand comes out to grip my hip roughly, holding me in place against him. His other hand snakes up to grip my chin and tilts it towards his eerily calm face.
"Oh yeah?" He breaths, dipping his head so that our faces are an inch apart. And then his hand moves down to grip my neck and crain my head up so that our lips are practically touching.
His eyes watch my lips and our harsh breaths are mixing together as they flow through each other's parted lips. But then his icy gaze snaps up to mine.
"As long as you're staying under my roof and under my protection you will do no such thing. And if I ever hear" He spits the word like it's venom as his grip around my neck tightens. "That a man's touched you-" His hard eyes penetrate mine. "I will kill him before your own fucking eyes, Principessa. Do you hear me?" His lips brush against mine as he speaks in a harsh tone.
Fear sparks in the pit of my stomach along with something worse, arousal and I hate myself for it. So much so that I push him away from me and take a step back.
I wasn't going to let him intimidate me.
"Well then luckily I won't be staying under your roof." I spit as I turn to grab a random overnight bag and start shoving things into it. I was going to stay with Mason tonight.
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