Blue Balls I
Alejandro's POV
I didn't like listening to people talk.
Of course in my day to day life I listened to people talk, but I had mastered the art of recognising when I needed to listen and when I didn't.
And when I didn't, I was tuning them out.
It was a skill that I learned at a young age with my parents.
There was two versions of Mamá. First there was the one that was informative, telling me what I had to do and where I had to be.
Then there was the fault finding one. The one that was telling me how much I ruined her body so she couldn't have anymore children or how I was at fault for her curse.
The latter was the one I learned to block out.
And to be quite honest I was glad that she was 'cursed' as she put it. It was a good thing she miscarried so many times because mamá and papá were not meant to be parents. I knew that much at seven years old.
To mamá I wasn't in touch with my emotions enough. I was too cold, too emotionless, too frigid.
Meanwhile with papá I was too soft, too gentle, too caring. To him I wasn't fit to run a mafia.
It was conflicting, so much so that my brain had to adapt and start learning how to filter through what I needed to listen to and what I didn't.
And when I started tuning them out, I turned into my own person. One that didn't like talking to others, one that barely had any friends other than ones to discuss business with and one that never actively felt like engaging in conversations outside of business purposes.
Even now in my life whenever I talked to people it was simply because I had to. My men, I loved and cared for them but I didn't talk to them unless I had to. Greta, I engaged and talked to solely for the purpose of this deal and anyone else in my life I conversed with when it was necessary.
Save for Camila.
I talked to her, not because I had to or needed to. But because I wanted to.
She had so much power over me and I realized it the moment she had made me suffer the consequences of my actions, without even harming me directly.
By hurting herself, she was harming me. And that hurt me far more than anyone else has.
So much so that I felt like crying and then I did.
I hadn't cried since I was ten, but she struck something deep inside me.
I never had to pay any mind to the concequences of my actions nor did I care for them because business was done and there were no hard feelings. At least on my end.
Which was why it all came crashing down when I blurred the lines between business life and personal life.
I shouldn't have handled Camila like I did, and I realized that when I watched her break and crash before me, because of me.
She had the power to make me feel so horrible with one look and in that moment I would have rather killed a hundred other men than caused her that pain.
I was a selfish man, yet I had grown to care for Camila more than I had cared for myself, and now I knew never to cross that line with her again.
With that teacher of hers though? He was a dead man walking.
I just needed to put some distance between him and Camila before I did so. They were still at a place in their relationship where his death would affect her because whether she liked to admit it or not, she was emotionally connected to him.
William Westbrook was there when Camila was vulnerable and impressionable. She was neglected by her mother and William had snaked it at the perfect time to gain her trust and develop some sort of emotional connection.
This entire time he had been manipulating her all the while she thought she was in charge. But Camila was just a victim.
If I did anything too rash right now she would figure it out and break. I couldn't have that.
So, I was going to wait and when I got my hands on that bastard I was going to start by chopping his tiny little dick off and feeding it to the rats.
I wasn't a patient man and I knew if I kept thinking about the ways in which I was going to torture that man, I wouldn't be able to wait. Which is why I force my mind away from him and towards the sleeping beauty that's currently in my arms.
Although this position wasn't letting my balls breathe, my clothes were getting uncomfortable, my head was up against the pillows at an uncomfortable angle and Camila's knee was too close to my crotch, I couldn't be bothered to move.
I had Camila on top of me, cuddled to my chest with her head buried into the crook of my neck, her soft little snores hitting my skin, all the while I played with her soft hair.
She was so small yet fit perfectly against me.
I knew I needed to go change and get ready for bed but I just wanted to hold her for a little while longer. It was so nice to have her back in my arms, especially when she was restless and started to mumble little things in her sleep as her hands fisted the material of my shirt.
I had never been more relaxed and at peace.
But then the peace gets disturbed the moment Camila shifts and brings her leg up to knee me in the crotch.
The move knocks the absolute wind out of me and I instantly tense, gritting my teeth trough the pain. I end up shifting my leg and reaching down to grip hers and straighten it out, so that both hers were wrapped around my one leg, away from my crotch.
I continue shifting and trying to get over the pain only to freeze as I hear a barely there noise, one that sounds dangerously close to a moan.
I slowly look down and when I realize what I've been doing, I take a deep breath. "Cazzo." I curse before stopping my leg that had accidentally been shifting up and pushing into the space between her legs.
And then I want to kick myself for what I had just started because the next thing I know, Camila starts to fist the material of my shirt tighter as she slowly starts rocking herself against my upper thigh.
My hands ball into fists and I groan in agony knowing I won't be getting any sleep because this night just took a turn. A painful one, not only are my balls sore but if she doesn't stop I'm going to be hard all fucking night.
Camila wasn't lying when she said menstrating made her horny. When she had first dropped that bomb on me this morning I wasn't sure she was being serious or teasing me, like she had been doing for the past couple of days, but a couple Google searches later and she was correct.
A rise of sexual desire or libido a few days before a woman's period was normal. I had spent an ungoldly amount of time diving into that realm which was what led me into ways to help and sooth women on their periods. It was where I got the idea for sweets.
But apparently the website lied when it said women wanted chocolate when they were menstrating.
All that being said, I don't think I could take it much longer if she continued to ride my thigh like she was. I instantly bring my hands down to grip her hips, stopping her movements.
Although my hands are able to stop her rocking, it does nothing to stop the sound of the soft little whimpers escaping her lips. Her lips that were against my neck, dangerously close to my ear.
I force my mind to stop wandering as I grit my teeth and shut my eyes as I think of something else. Anything else.
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