Invasive Questions II

Alejandro's POV
When Camila had first went into detail about her experience, I was freaked out. She was so innocent and it was as though the true extent of her inexperience was finally hitting me.
Before me, Camila hadn't been touched. She was new to this and I wasn't.
I've fucked a lot of women.
But I've always made sure to stay away from the innocent ones. The ones that would expect more than a ruthless fuck, the ones that would want meaning, the ones that would want to be held after.
And my mind was going crazy with doubt when I truly thought about just how unfit I was for someone like her.
But then something else happened.
My mind started drifting and instead of being freaked out that she was so inexperienced, a part of my brain lit up.
It was a deeper, darker part of my brain but it took over and as much as I hated myself for it, the prospect of being the first man to ever have her fueled my arousal.
I was the first man to pleasure her, touch her. I wanted to be the only man that would pleasure her, fill her, release inside her until she could do nothing but scream my name.
And although I wasn't the type of man for someone as innocent as Camila, I had no intention of stopping.
I was selfish and Camila was mine.
Mine to cherish. Mine to please. Mine to devour. Mine to taint.
"What's up with you?" Her soft voice breaks me out of my thoughts and I look down to see her eyeing me weirdly.
I was a little relived to know that she wasn't giving me the silent treatment and instead of admitting to my lewd thoughts I change the subject. "Why are you down here of all places?" I say raising a brown and crossing my arms.
Her gaze travels down to follow the movement before she snaps her eyes away and stands up taller.
The movement exposes her top half, allowing me to see the small bikini top that does little to cover her cleavage. The red material is thin and does nothing to hide her nipples that are pressed against the tight wet fabric.
"I think I'm the one that should be asking the questions here." She says, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms.
I stifle a groan, the action pushes her breasts closer together to the point where they're threatening to spill out.
"Why did you bring me with you if you're just gonna leave me?" She continues.
"You needed to rest." I say sternly, forcing my eyes up to her sparkling blue ones. "Are you done here? I'd like to get back upstairs." I mumble, my gaze sweeping the pool with judgement. I wasn't keen on her swimming in a pool that served as a toilet for five year old boys.
I can feel Camilaa's protest coming but before she can say anything her gaze goes to my left and her eyes narrow.
I turn to look at what she's looking at but just as I veer my body I feel a light nudge on my chest.
I look down, blinking at one of the teenage girls that just ran into me. She looks up at me and gasps. "OMG! I'm so sorry I didn't see you there!" She exclaims.
My brows furrow and my gaze goes behind her to her friend that's watching us. There was no way she didn't see me but instead of entertaining her delusions I step away from her and turn towards Camila who speaks up.
" On second thought, I think I'm sick of this place." She snaps narrowing her eyes at the girl. "Let me just grab my bag." She says, before moving towards the ladder and lifting herself out of the pool.
She turns away to head towards the lounge chair where her tote bag lies and my eyes instantly follow her dainty figure.
Christo.
She's a work of art. From the way her dark wet hair falls down her back all the way to the smooth skin of her ass. 
The natural sway of her hips as she walks causes the plump skin to bounce with every step and it's yet another reminder of how soft the round skin felt in my hands.
And then my eyes naturally drift to her thighs, they were a little on the thicker side but I wasn't complaining. Instead I was thinking about how it would feel to grip onto them as I held her up and pounded into her.
She was dangerous. Her sinful body had my mind reeling and all she was doing was walking away from me.
She grabs her tote and turns to walk towards me, her eyes on the teenage girl to my left. Droplets of water glide down her body and I shamelessly follow them, pausing on her breasts but then trailing down to the little patch of red covering her pussy.
The sight instantly reminds me of the way she unabashedly rubbed herself against me, the way it felt to watch her struggle to suppress her moans and whimpers as she continued to grind her perfect pussy into me.
I wanted nothing more than to devour her and I couldn't stop the images that ran through my mind in the short time it took for her to walk towards me.
The image of my hands gripping onto the plump skin of her ass or her thighs as she rode my face. The image of her breasts pushed together as I fucked them.
The image of her soft dainty hands all over me. Grabbing me, holding onto me as I fucked her senselessly.
The image of her lips parting and pleas spilling from them. Pleas for my mouth, my fingers, my cock.
If Camila's gaze trailed south she'd see the massive tent in my pants, but instead her gaze is glued to the young girl still standing next to me.
"Why are you still here? Did you not get the hint when he didn't acknowledge you?" She snaps.
I ignore their conversation as my eyes drift off towards the other end of the pool where the man sits along the far ledge, his gaze glued to Camila and my shoulders instantly tense.
The dark look in his hooded eyes as he watches Camila instantly irritates me, but when his hand discretely disappears below the surface of the chest level water my face hardens and that does it for me.
I look back towards Camila a just in time to see the girl and her friend storming out of the exit. I'm too busy grabbing the towel in her hand to care what she said to them. "Go get changed and wait for me to come get you." I say slipping the towel around her and stepping directly behind her to cover her body from the mans prying eyes.
She furrows her brows and gives me a weird look but with an annoyed sigh she allows me to push her in the direction of the change rooms.
And the second she rounds the corner, I'm turning to lock the main entrance as I set my phone on a lounge chair before jumping into the pool. I swim up to him and the bastard is too busy staring after where Camila disappeared to even see me coming.
The mere thought of what he's doing has my blood boiling and it's only when I swim up next to him and place my hand on the back of his neck that the man snaps back into reality.
The bald man looks startled but nervously laughs it off. "Oh! Didn't know anyone else was swimming around." He chuckles. He was old, maybe mid fifties.
My hand on the back of his neck tightens. "No, I get it." And then I stare ahead where he was staring moments ago. "Sometimes we get distracted." I drawl as I bring my other hand up to rub my thumb across my lower lip in attempt to control the urge to smash his head into a wall.
The mans shoulders slump and he nods. "You could say that again. I mean it's hard not to stare when you got such a ripe fine thing in front of you." And his gaze goes to where I'm looking and I know he's referring to Camila. "You don't get to see one like that everyday."
My eyes narrow and my grip on the back of his neck tightens to the point where its not so friendly anymore. "Tell me, is touching yourself in public something you like to do? " I say calmly as I tilt my head towards him.
His smile drops and he shakes his head. "What- Absolutely not-" My eyes trial down at the sound of movement beneath the water, to see his small shriveled up dick out of his trunks and I watch as he tries to subtly tuck himself back in.
A frustrated growl escapes my throat and I snap. "I'm really getting fucking sick of perverts."
First William and now this asshole. How many more had Camila unknowing encountered?
The man starts to protest "What? No you're mistaken." He says trying to move out of my grasp.
"Shut the fuck up." I spit not letting go and instead I turn his body around and in one swift motion I bring his head down to hit the side railing of the pool, hard.
So hard that a loud crack resonates around the room and I worry that Camila will hear. So hard that blood starts pouring out of his head. So hard that his body goes limp.
I lift his body up and toss it towards the deep end and before the water around me can turn a shade of red I get out of the pool, retrieve my phone and round the corner towards the change room.
"Clean up in the downstairs pool." I say into the phone to one of my men. I glance back at the large body of water, where the man's limp body floats around in a pool of his own blood and satisfaction fills me.
I don't bother to stay on the line too long because the next thing I know Camila's walking out of the change room. She pauses, her brows furrowing as she examines me. "I thought you weren't swimming."
I offer an easy smile and palce a hand on the small of her back as I lead us out towards the second exit-one that doesn't offer a view of the pool. "I just needed to relive some stress."
It was true. I already felt a little better to know that pervert wasn't going to be walking around anymore.
She allows me to escort us out but not before throwing me another skeptical look. A few of my men walk past us into the room and I nod in acknowledgment knowing they would be cleaning up the mess.
It's like Camila grows more skeptical but before she can question me I cut her off with something that takes her attention away from my behavior.
"Let's go, we have an exciting night ahead of us. I'm taking you out."