Bold IV
Deliberating whether to attempt something different and insert a finger there, I trail my fingers over my slit.
However, I decide to reconsider. All I wanted to do was play with him.
The sound of weighty breathing lingers palpably and I chomp my lip to smother the groans and sounds, prior to understanding that I'm by all accounts not the only one gasping.
I watch Alejandro's face through hooded eyes and briefly, his eyes turn unfocused and his tongue darts out to lick his base lip.
However, similarly as I suspect he will surrender to allurement, he hurriedly comes to forward and yanks my wrist up and out from underneath the covers.
As he raises my wrist and moves it over the covers, he gives me a sharp warning look that tells me to stop. I blink at him in surprise.
His jaw is tense, his cheeks are flushed, and if I didn't know better, I would say he is agitated when I dart my eyes across his face.
My heart beats sporadically in my chest and I mortar on a blameless loyal look. one that causes him to release my wrist and return to the bed, just a few feet from me, where we remain silent.
"You don't have the foggiest idea what you're finding yourself mixed up with, Camila." He responds almost self-consciously in a low, labored murmur.
"Is it safe to say that you are certain you're not simply attempting to persuade yourself?" I don't ask much.
To hell with all this blabbering about nothing
. I planned to do what I needed, and at the present time, I needed to be strong. I hang tight for him to turn his head to eye me and when he does, I tinker with the trim of the sheet tossed over me.
His eyes watch me eagerly, hanging tight for me to attempt him, hanging tight for me test his understanding.
I dip my hand beneath the covers and follow them down the familiar path to my wet core when he doesn't appear to be stopping me.
He watches me, but he doesn't do anything to stop me. In fact, I observe his Adams' Apple bob as he tilts his head down and directs his conflicted gaze toward the portion of the sheet that covers my pussy.
The sensation of his gaze causes me to feel so hot that I rub my clit firm as I toss my head back and shut my eyes.
Letting out that delicate groan that frantically needed to escape. I push down harder and rub quicker, going to associate eyes with him.
He then snaps and charges for me at that point. He grabs my hand and quickly turns me around, pinning my back to his front while still holding my hands against my chest.
I can't tell whether he's furious or arouse, but I can feel his rough, rasping breathing in my ear. Perhaps both. "Stop." He grips me as he sneezes out frustration as he growls in my ear.
I try to move my other hand down, but he also grabs that hand and holds it at my waist as he presses me against him to prevent me from moving.
"Sleep. That's. All." I get even more wet as he grates in my ear with that hot ass commanding voice.
"Why?" As he blocks my movements and tightens his grip, I whimper out of frustration.
He anticipates that I should rest like this? With another soft sound that is a mix of a whimper and a whine, I throw my head back into his chest and become extremely fidgety because I want to be free.
The hard ridges of his muscular body against me do little to help, as I had never been this hot and bothered.
I push my butt once more into him, hearing a snort followed by rearranging as he points his hips away however I actually feel something hard rub against my uncovered ass.
"Alejandro." I groan. "At least let me finish by going to the bathroom." I keep on moving around. "No." Is all he says, his body tense as he clings to me and closes his hands around my wrists.
"What?" As I press my thighs together in an effort to release myself, I wheeze and try to get free. He couldn't stop me from using my body however I wanted.
With a snarl he fixes his grasp, until it's practically difficult. "Camila, you shouldn't touch yourself," He said.
I respite and slant my head back, flickering up at his face that is red from disappointment and outrage.
My first reaction is to act out and tell him that he couldn't stop me from returning to my own room and killing myself.
Instead, I smile at him with a patronizing demeanor and soften my voice to a whisper, half sarcastic. "Do it then."
He gazes at me as though he can't accept the obvious reality and it's then that I see a smidgen of what appears to be wavering and struggle before he shakes it away.
Was he contemplating it?
"Fine. Let me go. I'll carry it out in my own private room. Alone." He doesn't move, I say, trying to elbow him in the chest. brute, stupid.
His chest makes a low, irritated sound. "No, your security is in jeopardy. Tonight, I can't leave you alone.
He responds with gritted teeth, probably annoyed with me. I put my hands down and tilt my head back toward him.
"You really think I'm going to sit here and be bothered and do nothing about it?" I want my orgasm, but I am aware that Alejandro is becoming enraged. "Get rid of it."
He warns me, but I ignore him and continue to move against him in an effort to escape. I figure out how to elbow him in the mid-region and he softly snorts before he snaps, becoming annoyed.
I hear a low snarl before his voice transforms into one I've never heard. "I told you to stop now!" He then holds both of my wrists against my waist with one hand, gripping them tightly and painfully.
His thumb is resting under my chin as his other hand climbs up to wrap around my neck.
He powerfully pushes his thumb up, shifting my jaw up to gaze into his hard set eyes, ones that immediately stagger me.
What did I do? I stop in fear because I've never seen him so enraged when I feel his head drop to my ear. "You don't like to listen at all, do you?" He spits pointedly, his tone excessively quiet, practically dangerous.
He tightens his grip on my throat and his Italian accent comes through more clearly than usual.
The impression of his hand crushing my neck and his furious eyes gazing down into mine makes my body bristle.
I'd never seen this side of Alejandro nor had I at any point been dealt with this way. "Do you have any idea the amount I despise repeating the same thing?"
As his lips move closer to my ear, his voice is filled with rage. I don't say anything because I don't want to upset him, but it seems like the wrong thing to do.
"Huh?" As he pushes me back into his chest further and raises my chin, he spits lethally. "Reply to me." I can't move because my neck is bent out of shape as he turns it further so that his dark eyes can meet mine.
Fear makes my body tremble, but I can't stop the ball of positive or negative anticipation that builds. I had never been treated so badly before... Generally and loved it.
I try to shake my head, but as his grip gets stronger, I force myself to speak. "N-no." He sneers at me and says, "Of course you don't because I've been too fucking nice to you," which is not a nice sneer.
" So much so that you now believe it's acceptable to test my fucking patience." My hands begin to shake as he spits out his fury.
I didn't like this mean side of him, but as I squeeze my thighs together, my body seems to have its own mind.
What's the matter with me? I didn't like possessive men, I wasn't a girl who was submissive, or toxic behavior like this.
But all I can do is tremble for Alejandro's touch as I stare into his hard, intimidating eyes.
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