The fight for control II
Camila's POV
"For your own well being I suggest you book me an entirely different trip if you plan on bringing you're little bitch along." I say swiftly, referring to Greta. "Because I'd rather run away then be around the two of you." I state, not allowing any emotion to slip onto my face.
He stares back at me, his gaze unwaveringly hard yet I don't miss the subtle ticking of his jaw. "When will this back and forth with Greta, stop?" Unlike me, the annoyance in his voice slips through his indifferent facade and I want to smile.
I had the control.
Instead I turn back to my food and show him just how little he's affecting me. "Once she's out of my life for good. Or once you grow a backbone and stop acting like a hot headed caveman that lets her get away with anything and everything."
I pop a strawberry in my mouth and chew before pursing my lips. "But with the way things have been going, the latter seems impossible."
I'm met with silence and when I look up, Alejandro's face is scrunched up in concentration, like he's thinking long and hard about something. It's only when his eyes lift to meet mine that I see a hint of vulnerability in his hard gaze. "You think I'm too much to handle?"
He's not asking if he's too much to handle, he's asking for confirmation and with the way his face is scrunched up it tells me he's seemed to already be thinking of a solution.
Like he can fix it.
I blink taken aback by his attitude, I can't get a read on him and something tells me that he's already made up his mind about whatever he's thinking about.
But I stop myself from worrying. I couldn't get sucked back into his twisted games.
I clear my throat and decide to change the subject. "And why is my presence required?" I challenge, not understanding why he needs me with him.
His cool facade once again snaps into one of irritation as he slightly raises his voice. "Is it so hard to believe that I just want to spend time with you?!" He snaps.
I suppress the urge to blink and show him that his answer took me aback. I look back to my plate of food and purse my lips. "Yes, it is hard to believe. And a little too late." I murmur my voice growing soft but not enough to show him how that I even care.
I hear the scraping of his chair and look up to see his chair pushes out enough for him to spread his legs wide open and still have enough room between himself and the table. His chair-unlike mine-has arm rests and is overall larger seeing as it's made for the head of the table.
His blazer is draped across the back of his chair leaving him in his white dress shirt and when he leans back and starts folding up his sleeves, I do nothing but watch him.
Even though his position is relaxed and he's leaned back with his legs spread, he still radiates power and control.
And when he plants an elbow on one of the arms of the chair and uses his hand to rub at his bottom lip, his gaze stays glued to mine and I resist the urge to squirm under his stare.
There's a dark glint in his eyes, one that's unpredictable and wild. "It's not too late." He murmurs.
"Yes. It. Is." I force out, my throat suddenly feeling extremely dry. I wasn't going to let his dominating demeanour turn me into a submissive little mess.
His eyes watch me and I hate myself for letting the annoyance peek out in my voice and my eyes narrow slightly, in annoyance. And I instantly regret the way I react because I'm giving him what he wants.
A reaction.
Of course he doesn't miss the slip up and it's like my reaction gives him the assurance he needs to continue to prove his point.
"You can tell yourself that you're done with me all you want but it won't change anything unless you actually believe it." He challenges, his tone so sure of himself that I force my hands in my lap to stop them from fidgeting.
His eyes follow the action and a surge of satisfaction passes through his eyes.
"You're good at masking it." He says before he leans forward and in one rapid motion his hand grips the bottom edge of my seat and drags my chair closer to his. "But I'm better at detecting it."
His hand comes out to grab my wrist and move it from my lap and onto his thigh, as he traces little patters across the skin. His attention now going to fiddle with the diamond bracelet on my wrist. "You and I both know that you really don't believe it when you say you're done with me." He trails.
My jaw clenches and a surge anger rushes through me. "Yes I do!" I snap, my hand on his thigh balling into a fist.
He pauses, his gaze glued to my fist and the edges of his lips tilt, like that's what he wanted all along, a reaction out of me. And judging by the glint in his eyes when they come up to meet mine, I just gave him the one he wanted.
"You may hate me right now but you still crave me, yes?" His tone is soft and he still does a shit job of masking the arrogant undertone.
And then I snap. I send him a nasty glare as I go to hastily yank my hand out of his lap, "No I don't." But his hand comes out to grip my wrist stopping me from moving my hand away.
"Don't lie to me."
And in one swift motion his hold on my wrist tightens before he pulls me out of my chair and into his, positioning me between his spread legs while my back hits his chest.
I don't even have time to fight him before his arm comes out to wrap around my waist and hold me against him. "Let go of me." I grit out, trying to move out of his hold.
The man simply ignores me and instead uses his other hand to start moving my hair to one side over my shoulder.
"You can deny and fight it all you want, Principessa." He murmurs, his lips moving closer to my ear from behind. "Distract yourself with these useless boys, try to replace me." He spits before his tone lowers into a whisper against the shell of my ear, "But you've claimed me just as I have you, whether we like it or not."
I hate my body for reacting and allowing the shivers to float down my spine and I hate myself for trying to push him away harder.
He's proving once again that he's in control and I hate it, he may have most of the control here but I'm not going down without a fight.
"Let me go." I reply my body tense in his hold as I continue to work against him even though I know it's futile.
He's not letting me go anytime soon.
I hear him tsk and the sound nothing but a low breathy murmur against the skin of my neck, as his nose starts to trail the side of my neck."Why are you trying to fight it? Why are you making things so hard for me?" He murmurs his voice calm and relaxed, like he's letting me know just how little my attempts at pushing him away matter.
I fight the urge to sink into his touch and instead will my body to stay tense. I'm fighting back.
I once again work against his hold trying to free myself but his arm locked around me keeps me down into his lap. "Seems like that's something I've been doing a lot recently." I spit, fighting against his hold. "Making men hard, you should have seen Jacob this morning." I seethe desperately trying to find a way to puncture his strong facade.
I need to get a reaction out of him one that gave me an upper hand.
We're both fighting for control and none of us are going to back down anytime soon.
His hold on me tightens so much so that I'm forced to still. I feel his other hand snake around until it moves to wrap around my throat from my front. It's not too tight yet it's strong enough for him to tilt my head up, so I'm left to look up at him as he stares down at me.
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