Mile High club II
Camila's POV
Alejandro grits his teeth, his lips forming a thin line and when he takes another step closer to me, he loses his temper. "What about me?" His voice is controlled yet extremely hostile.
I narrow my eyes. "And what about you exactly?"
He stops and his face drops like he realizes what I'm doing but instead of exploding, he takes a couple of deep breaths. I watch his chest move, the tan skin heaving. I want nothing more than to slide my hands across the skin, but when I look up to his face, I think better of it.
"I don't appreciate you taking it all so lightly. I'm serious." He states.
I purse my lips. "You're serious." I nod, repeating after him as I try to contain my laughter.
Alejandro's head tilts and he takes another step closer. His eyes widen in a mix of outrage and bewilderment as his eyes flicker across my face. "Is something I'm doing amusing to you?"
And then I burst into a laughing fit, not being able to keep it together anymore as Alejandro watches. "You're." I throw my head back as I hold onto my stomach. "Jealous of Cucci." I pause to catch my breath. "A puppy."
I look up at him, he's staring at me and the look on his faces far from amused, infact he's getting angry.
He waits for me to calm down and once I do, I pout up at him. "Is the big bad mafia Don feeling threatened by a puppy?" I ask.
Alejandro's jaw tenses and he takes another step closer. "This attitude of yours is really pushing my buttons." He grits.
I blink up at him, biting back my smile. "That's not very hard, considering Cucci-a puppy- has been doing just that."
He takes another step closer and this time his body is practically caging me in. He grips my chin and tilts it up, his face hovers above mine and his eyes penetrate mine. "Maybe it's time I finally do something about it, yes?"
I find myself instantly sombering up at his dark tone and dominant demeanour.
He was unpredictable when he got like this and I find myself wanting to take a step back, but I can't. He's backed me up against the door.
He takes yet another step forward, his eyes staring into mine and when he leans down, his arm reaches towards my hip to the door lock and his lips find my ear. "Perhaps I should fuck the attitude out of you." He suggests and although his tone is light, there's a dark promise hidden in his words.
It sends a chill through me and when he clicks the door lock shut, I take a deep breath and shake my head.
Although his dark promises were intriguing, I knew it wasn't the right time. His demeanour told me he was slightly unhinged and anything he wanted to do right now, was far too twisted and risky to be doing on a plane. Especially one where there were other people around, beyond this room.
"Alejandro..." I trail, my voice weary. He needed to come back down to earth. But his eyes are focused on my lips and his hands are drawing small circles on the exposed skin, just below my cropped tank top.
"What happened to the... the no strenuous activity rule?" I offer, my confidence wavering. He slips his thumbs under my shirt and slides them to the skin of my back where he unhooks my bra underneath in one swift movement.
He tilts his head. "Since you've been so adamant on saying you're perfectly fine, I think it's time we throw that bull shit rule away." He murmurs, his voice lowering an octave and taking on a much huskier tone.
"Lift your arms for me, baby." He commands lightly, and I swallow thickly as I look up at him.
The dominance radiating from him is suffocating but a huge turn on. "Alejandro... we can't." I whisper.
But one look into those hard eyes and I'm obeying his orders and lifting my arms.
My heart starts to race and my hands start to shake when he slowly lifts my shirt above my head, taking my bra with it.
"And why's that?" He hums. Unlike mine, his breathing is controlled and his movements are confident as he turns to throw my garments over his shoulder.
His eyes are trained on my chest, but he doesn't make a move to touch them.
He couldn't possibly want to fuck me with people behind this door. Two of which were Marco and Ethan. The idea of them hearing us was completely mortifying, so much so that blood rushes to my cheeks at the thought of the pure humiliation.
Humiliation.
A pit forms itself in my stomach at the thought. This is what he wants, to punish me and he's doing it in the worst possible way.
The idea's horrifying and my face heats up. But it's like he doesn't care and it terrifies me because I know he won't listen.
But I try to reason with him anyway. "Alejandro." I say frantically, looking between his eyes. "We can't. There are other men out there, Ethan, Marco. What if they hear?"
"Is that so?" His voice is nothing but a low whisper. He doesn't seem like he's even listening to me, instead he's focused on his hand as he flattens his palm against my bare stomach, before sliding his hand down into my shorts.
His thumb rests on my clit, over my panties and my body tenses when he merely does nothing but push down on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Not to mention I'm still injured." I offer frantically needing a way to get to him. He had that far look in his eye. The one that would do anything but think rationally and I needed to bring him back into reality.
We couldn't do this here.
His eyes finally lift to look into mine and he raises a brow, his face telling me that the rational Alejandro is long gone and there's nothing I can do to stop him from doing something that would absolutely humiliate me.
Something like fucking me and letting everyone out there hear me just to teach me a lesson.
His free hand moves to my neck as he lightly traces my collar bone with his thumb. "Didn't seem like you were all that injured yesterday." And then his lips tilt but it's something darker than amusement as his thumb moves to trace my bottom lip. "When you had your mouth full of my cock." He drawls.
I take a shaky breath in as I attempt to control my breathing. Alejandro shakes his head as he scoffs in memory. "All for an ugly little mutt." He breathes and despite the pressure building up from his hand placements, my anger flares.
I move my hands up and push at his chest. "Stop calling her that!" I spit angrily. He doesn't budge though and I try again, this time harder. "You don't see me going around and referring to you as a hot tempered asshole!"
But yet again, he doesn't budge, instead his own anger flares and in a matter of seconds he's using his hand tracing my lips to grab both my wrists and pin them above my head.
I squirm and fight his hold even though I know it's futile.
His grip on my wrists tighten and his thumb on my clit starts applying more pressure, causing me to squirm out. "Say that again?" He hums before he moves his thumb to lightly start trailing my slit over my panties. My breathing goes erratic while I try my best to keep quiet as he touches me.
But that proves to be nearly impossible when he pushes his bare chest against my front and his thumb moves to start circling my clit, driving me insane.
A light moan escapes my lips and it turns into a louder one when I feel his fingers push into my core but through the fabric of my panties. "What is it you were trying to say?" He asks.
He then moves my panties, bunching the material up in the middle of my crotch. He then pulls the fabric up, letting it dig into my slit uncomfortably yet the way in which he moves it from side to side and up and down, has me rocking my hips.
"Ah-" My voice is weak and when he pulls harder, the material digs into my pussy creating a friction that feels so good, my legs buckle, threatening to give out.
"Not so fast, baby." Alejandro grunts, pushing his body forward, using his hips to cage mine in and hold me up against the door.
My head lulls to the side and I offer a faint sigh of protest but my body pulses as I start feeling a buildup. Alejandro's thumb moves out to simultaneously rub at my clit while he pulls at the fabric digging into my pussy and I moan out.
His heavy breathing hits the skin of my cheekbone and when he speaks, it's a low grunt as he continues to rub. "You have nothing to say now, yes?" He breathes and my body pulses as I feel myself close to releasing.
My eyes shut on their own accord and my hands - being restrained - form fists as my lips part but just as I'm about to move over the edge, Alejandro's lips are forming a smile against my cheekbone and he stops his movements all together.
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