Puttana II
Camila's POV
I was angry at him. Now was not the time to discuss my obedience to someone who didn't deserve it.
But Alejandromoves forward his lips tilting as he finishes my sentence. "Good girl." He breathes as he places a kiss on my forehead. "You are my good girl." He murmurs before cupping the side of my face and brining his lips to mine in for a kiss but I move away from him.
It doesn't seem to phase him. "Your self control is impressive, Principessa." He praises and it might just be the hormones but my heart skips a beat.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I'm supposed to be mad. Only the asshole makes it ten times harder when he moves to grab a handful of my ass and dips his head to start placing chaste kisses on the underside of my jaw.
"When we get back I'm gonna treat you so well, baby. I promise it's all gonna be worth it." His voice is husky and deep and I want nothing more than to melt into his touch.
"Tonight's gonna be all about you." He breathes and then he gets to a spot on my neck that has me tilting to give him better access. His tongue peeks out to start lightly sucking and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head when he kneads my ass in his palm.
Infact his body pressed up against mine makes me wet and I remember I'm not wearing any panties. I gather all my will power and focus on the rage that filled me when he didn't let me come.
"No." I force out as I push him away. "You don't get to touch me, not after what you pulled earlier." I say and even I know the demand is a weak, half assed one.
But I was sticking to my anger, for now because I knew at some point tonight I would get sick of pushing him away and my need to be touched would take over.
But for now I still had a little strength.
I step around him. "I'm going back out there to party. You have fun dealing with business." I say and he snaps out of whatever lust induced state he was in at the mention of business.
"Camila , I'm serious. It isn't safe for you here. Go home." He says. His jaw tight and his voice firm.
But my face is one of indifference telling him I don't give a shit.
When he realizes this his jaw ticks. "I'm not in the mood to be tested." He grits out.
"Neither was I." I bite back. I'm angry because I didn't get to come. What's his excuse?
Instead of waiting for a reply I walk out of the bathroom, my steps hurried as I look over my shoulder to make sure Alejandro's not following me.
But before I can round the corner I collide with another body. The force does nothing to move the stranger yet it does everything to me as it's enough to send me flying and had it not been for the strangers inked hands coming out to hold me in place, I would have seriously hurt myself.
My face scrunches up in annoyance as I prepare to cuss out the idiot. "Watch where the fuck-" My threat dies in my throat the moment I look up and take in the man towering over me.
Stormy grey eyes that look to be bloodshot, black silky hair, strikingly sharp jaw. He was extremely handsome but he was far too terrifyingly rugged to even feel comfortable around.
Not to mention the emptiness in his bloodshot eyes told me that this man was completely disconnected from reality. They stare into mine and fear pits itself in my stomach as every single alarm in my head goes off.
He's dangerous.
I can tell simply by the way his presence dominates the large hallway that he's not someone I want to mess with.
It wasn't the type of dominance that radiated off of Alejandro. That was a calm and sensible one. This was suffocating one that told me one bad move and it was over. One that told me I wasn't safe by simply being in his presence.
"You've got a mouth on you." He drawls, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. Deep, gravely and rough, like he smoked too much and by the odour of cigarette mixed with alcohol and expensive cologne I l knew that was likely.
There is no emotion on his face, but the minute his eyes flicker across my fear stricken one, his eyes light up. Almost like he's intrigued and it satisfies him. He tilts his head as he studies me. "Oh how satisfying it would be to see it sewn shut."
My body tenses and I immediatly go to step back but his grip around me tightens and he holds me in place. "Not so fast, Princess." He mimicks and the way in which he spits Princess makes it sound like an insult. He's mocking me.
His grip isn't possessive nor is it one that's handling me with care. It's careless yet strong.
"Nico."
It's Alejandro's voice from behind me that rings through the hall in the form of a warning growl.
The man before me doesn't look one bit terrified. Instead he tilts his head and his interest piques.
Who is this man?
He continues to scan my face, but he speaks to Alejandro. "You disappeared and I got tired of waiting." And then he looks past my head to where Alejandrois. "Didn't think you'd be daring enough to bring me my deer."
I glance back at Alejandroand his hard eyes move to catch mine. He's calm but it's the type that's extremely angry and I suddenly realize what he's been talking about all along.
And by the looks of things I just made things worse for him. He is so not gonna let me live this down-that is if this man here lets me live.
And then Nico's inked arm wraps around my shoulder and pulls me forward towards the stairs of the club. "We got some more room up in VIP, why don't you join us, little deer."
I swallow and look at l wearily. I wasn't surprised that he wasn't asking me but I didn't understand the pet name.
But then I pause. Wait... Alejandro was here all along?
My eyes widen and I turn to glare at Alejandro. This was the business he had to attend to? Loving it up in VIP with some tattooed criminal? That piece of shit.
The entire VIP floor is empty, save for some of Alejandro's men sitting and standing around. I glance at Nico and note just how out of place he looks amongst these suited gentlemen.
Unlike Alejandroand the other men who are all in suits, Nico's in a tight black t shirt. One that hugs his extremely muscular frame and exposes the skin of his arms. Arms that are covered in tattoo's and from the way the tattoo's peek out onto his neck from the collar of his shirt, I can tell his whole upper body is covered in them.
And the tattoo's aren't nice, pretty ones. They're dark, morbid and terrifying.
He takes us to the back corner where two lounge sofas are paced across from each other with a table in between them, the music up here is only a faint hum and the table is lined in all sorts of narcotics and drinks.
I notice Alejandro's phone on the table which confirms my theory.
He's been here all along.
Nico takes a seat on one of the couches and he pulls me down next to him harshly while Alejandro takes a seat across from us, his face hard yet his body oddly relaxed.
Its as though he wasn't entirely on guard. Which meant that he was familiar with this grim reaper asshole.
I sit there tensely as Nico leans forward and starts rolling one of the hundreds dollar bills into a tight roll before he moves forward and snorts a line of white off the table.
My eyes widen and I look to Alejandro who's busy moving forward and lighting a cigar, like someone doing cocaine right in front of him is normal.
I try to catch Alejandro's eye but he simply sends me a fleeting glance before reaching towards his phone. A tell tale sign that he's annoyed with me.
He holds down the power button and I realize he's had it off this entire time and when his Lock Screen lights up, I make out a message notification from me.
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