The fight for control III

Camila's POV
His eyes are hard, dangerous showing me that he didn't like what I just told him. And even though he's physically restricting me, his face tells me I've done what I wanted to do.
I've riled him up and gained some of the control back.
He may have gotten me to crack but so did he.
His eyes penetrate mine and the way in which he's looking down at me causes a pinch of doubt to form. It's like he's reading me like an open book and then the pinch turns into a big ball when I see his lips tilt, and it's like something clicks for him.
He chuckles darkly and I know I just confirmed whatever theory was swimming in his eyes. "You can act like there are other men in competition with me, but we both know you would never settle for white picket fences and boring upper class life."
He dips his head moving his face closer to mine, and my jaw clenches in defiance.
Alejandro's smile widens as he dips his head further and tilts mine. My neck cranes at an awkward angle but he doesn't seem to care as he brings his lips forward, to ghost a few inches from mine.
It's so close that when he chuckles, his breath fans across my lips, only instead of parting them and welcoming him in, I purse them in refusal.
"You weren't made for brunch at the country club with the other Beverly Hills housewives." His lips inch closer until our lips are only a hairs apart and his eyes stare into mine. "You were made for excitement, power, control." He murmurs softly against my lips, his eyes trailing down to watch my lips.
His tongue peeks out to wet his bottom lip and in doing so it swipes across mine. "You like the fight for control too much, baby." He whispers. 
And then he smiles, moving forward to place a sweet peck on my lips, "And you won't find that with anyone else."
"How are you so sure." I spit trying to force my head away from his. But he only tightens his hold on my neck and moves his gaze back up to my eyes.
"Because deep down, you're just like me." Another peck only this time his lips linger against mine.
I crain my neck and try turning my face. " I am nothing like you." I spit, and due to his right hold on my neck I'm only able to move my head slightly, so that his lips land on the corner of my mouth.
He hums, the deep rumble escapes his throat in a way that tells me he doesn't believe me and my anger flares.
I was nothing like him. "I'm not a monster." I snap, trying to get to him.
But nope, he doesn't crack or show an ounce that my words are affecting him.
"No you're not." He confirms softly. "You can be sweet, yes. But you're not the perfect girl next door you paint yourself out to be. You're too flawed." His grip on my neck loses and he tilts his face, placing a peck across my cheek.
"Too damaged." His forehead skims my chin as he moves down to place a kiss on my other cheek.
"Too much of a manipulative mastermind." He lets go of my neck and moves his head back to the side of my neck. I feel his evened breathing hit the skin just below my ear and his lips come out to leave kisses across the skin.
"You hide it by portraying yourself as the person you think others will like. Want." His pecks turn to chaste kisses. His arm loosens around me and both his hands go to rest on my hips as he draws light patters above the fabric my sweatpants. "All because you're scared of rejection. But that's not what you're really scared of is it, Camila baby?" He murmurs.
I swallow thickly as his hands find the skin peeking out between the waistband of my joggers and the end of my sweatshirt. His hands slowly snake under my sweatshirt and rest on the bare skin of my upper hips lightly tracing circles as he places kisses along my neck.
My breathing starts to get erratic but it's only because I don't like what he's saying. He's a liar.
"Why are you saying these things." I breathe angrily, but even I don't miss the emotion and defence in my voice.
He was painting me out to be some pathetic monster.
He gently runs his hands up and down the sides of my waist, and although I hate it, the action is enough to calm my shaking hands.
He buries his head into the crook of my neck from behind and I feel his prickly stubble against my soft skin, as the scent of his aftershave and cologne fill my senses.
He ignores me and continues. "But that's where you and I differ, Amore." His rough calloused hands glide across the skin of my waist soothingly and I fight the urge to sink into him. "I had already accepted my fate a while ago. I never hid who I really was. I never masked my demons because I knew I was destined to be alone." (Love)
"Until I found you." His fingers move to dance across the skin of my stomach, they rub as if he's trying to ease the knots forming beneath from his words, as his mouth moves back to my ear. "Someone that was just as flawed yet beautiful."
He moves to the back of my neck and places a kiss across the skin there. Letting his lips linger against the skin as he speaks. "Someone who was just as devious, only better at hiding it."
I shut my eyes, hoping that if I think of something else I won't have to listen to his words.
They're not true. He's just trying to get me to crack.
"Someone that I was able to let in so easily." I stay tense as his hands continue to rub my skin and his lips move to place kisses on the underside of my jaw next to my ear.
His soft hair tickles the skin of my cheek but I will my mind away from thinking about the feeling of his firm body holding me to him.
"And I realized something, I was never blind to your manipulation. My subconscious just chose to ignore the signs." I turn my head away from him, but his lips move back towards the junction between my neck and collar bone.
"You know why?" He hums his voice deep.
He takes my silence as a sign to continue and my heart hammers in my chest.
"Because deep down I knew you were made for me. And so I let you manipulate me. I let you trick me into thinking it was normal for you to be so attached to me. I let you think you were in control."
He was lying, I was always in control. "You're delusional." I grit my teeth.
But then my brain goes into overdrive.
Alejandro was a moboss. He was trained to read people, detect when he was being manipulative. There was no way that he would let someone like me get away with manipulating him unless deep down he wanted it.
My body slightly slumps in defeat and I want to cry at the overwhelming emotions running through my head.
I was never in control and Alejandro was only telling me the sad truth of my entire existence.
What else have I been so blind to?
"I might be delusional. But so were you when you first came to me and look where that led you?" His voice is nothing but a husky murmur.
He leans back in his chair only this time taking me with him so that my head rests on his shoulder and his lips leave kisses across my temple and hair. "Right into my arms." And then his hands wrap aroudn my waist from under my sweatshirt.
"And I'm not letting you go."
I shut my eyes and purse my lips, my body having no fight left in it but my mind ready for a war. "What if I want you to." I get out evenly.
His grip loosens and his hands move out from under my shirt. For a moment my mind sets in relief before I feel his hand come out to tilt my chin up and to the side, so that I'm looking up at his face.
His thumb moves to traces my cheek and he looks down at me with so much affection and need. "I can't do that. You need me just as much as I need you, baby." He murmurs.
His gaze softens into reassurance. "But, I will try to change for you, Principessa. Be the type of man that doesn't act out and do irrational things, the man that doesn't act like this caveman you make me out to be." He says like that's the solution to all our problems.
I blink at him in bewilderment as understanding settles in. That's what he was thinking of this entire time? He thinks if he changes himself then he can have me? My brows furrow. "That's not how this works."
He sighs, and looks down at me his eyes soft as he moves forward to place a kiss on my lips, like he's apologizing.
"But either way you're stuck with me until I figure out how to get ahold of myself and be the man you need." He says, tilting my head and placing another kiss on my forehead. "I just need some time." He murmurs.
I don't know what kind of psychotic break he was going through, but he wasn't making sense. He couldn't do this.
Did he seriously think he could keep me locked in this twisted cycle with him until he figured his shit out and then what? He wanted us to be together?
I wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he sounded. He didn't get to make all the decisions and he sure as hell didn't get to force me into anything.
"You've officially lost it." I breathe in disbelief, moving off of him.
He lets me go as he simply stares up at me like he's still so sure of himself and his sick, twisted ideas.
I turn to look at him. I was the one looking down at him yet even like this, I found myself fighting the urge to shrink back.
His eyes stay glued to mine, "You can run from it all you want but I'll be right behind you every step of the way, Camila. I've made up my mind." He says his voice firm.
My face scrunches up in outrage and I have the urge to scream and yell at him. But instead I decide he wasn't worth my time.
I spin on my heels and storm out of the room all the while I feel his gaze on me and I hated the way he was looking at me because it scared me.
It told me that I wouldn't be getting out of this so easily.