Chapter 252: I Can Wait
Chapter 252: I Can Wait
Camilla
"Yes," Gregorio said, catching me off guard and having the tightness of my fist loosening ever so slightly.
"What?" I asked.
He touches me instead, his hand trailing up my arms and back down as the other remains under my chin, stroking against my jawline as he looks at me as though he can see right through every barrier in my mind.
"Say yes and I will be anything you want me to be, Camilla." Gregorio quietly said only millimeters from my mouth, my breath catching as his nose brushed against mine again.
"Or no if that is not what you need." He continued, my eyes trying to search for him to determine what that meant, what he truly wanted from me.
Why was he here now? What was he doing at my door at two in the morning?
"Going an entire year wanting you, needing you…." He tails off, closing his eyes as if he could remember every second of the hundreds of days I was gone.
"My fist can only give me so much pleasure, sweetheart. If the fight is what you need to let go, I will have no problem taking this hand." He paused, nudging my chin up just a little further.
"And wrapping it around your sweet little mouth while you scream."
"Gregorio!" I whispered as my body grew hot and tight, fighting against everything inside of me that wants to accept, that wants to want him.
"I would pick you up right here and throw you onto your bed, just so I could watch you struggle and try to crawl away from what we both know is inevitable."
My breaths are all heavy, labored as I try to remember how to keep my heart beating normally. I want to press my legs together but I refuse to be under his gaze even when every word he was whispering into me is winding me tighter and tighter into a web I can't break free of.
"It would be cute to watch you kick and claw and fight me and I would let you for a while. I would wait until you succumbed to your helplessness and then I would flip you onto your stomach, using my weight to press you down into the mattress you think you belong in."
It was my turn for eyes to close, my body jolting as I felt the caress of his tongue brush against my bottom lips, the one I had just been biting. I felt as his forehead moved to rest gently against mine, his one hand falling to my hip and offering a light squeeze.
"I would fuck all the nightmares out of you and then rock you to sleep on my dick, knowing that every demon you have wouldn't be able to chase you into the night with me there."
My balance wavered but he didn't let me stumble, holding me tight and telling me things he really shouldn't be saying. I still don't know why he was here and his words are making me feel things, incredibly wicked and dirty things I shouldn't be subjecting myself to. I should be throwing him out like I did Jacob but instead I am leaning on him for support, wishing that I could say yes or no and be confident in that. There were things still holding me back, problems that I wasn't ready to face but it felt like he was pulling them all to the surface as though it were as easy as tugging on a string. I didn't know what to do and the war of my own thoughts was making me….
"But," he said quietly, soothing my mind and interrupting the path I had been about to go down.
"I know you are not ready yet and that is okay." He smiles, showing me he wasn't angry at my reluctancy.
"I can wait, sweetheart. A day, a week, a year, whatever it takes."
I hadn't even felt my tears slip away until his thumb was catching it, refusing to let even a single part of me fall. For just a moment, I allow myself to lean into him, knowing I could just use the excuse of my tiredness in the morning when I think about why the hell I am letting him get so close. The emotions he was evoking from deep inside of me, it was a dangerous thing to play with and I wasn't ready for the talking part. The man holding me knew that as his mood changed back to a lustful lull, inhaling as though he could trap even a little bit of my desire for himself.
"Just know that when I leave and you crawl under those covers to finger yourself to the image I just put in your head, it better be my name you are crying out when you cum." He tries to make me feel at ease as a blush spreads across my cheeks, his eyes capturing mine before I feel something smooth against my hand.
When my eyes narrow and look down, I find him slipping a piece of folded paper into my hold, encouraging my fingers to wrap around the white sheet. I didn't move when he stepped back ever so slowly, his touch breaking away from my body. My head falls back to normal when he gets down from the small platform, his eyes never removing from mine. I knew he was leaving with each step away but he also didn't make me feel guilty over it for a single second.
It was then that I realized it was because he respected me. The two small words he spoke when he reached the door showed that and it caused a beautiful light feeling to bloom in my chest in response.
"Goodnight, Camilla." He smiled, still watching me with that display of understanding that made me feel like I could breathe just a little bit easier.
"Goodnight, Gregorio." I whispered.
And then just like that, he was gone, the sound of my door clicking closed behind him. The room suddenly felt so empty with my chest along with it, the feeling of paper still prominent beneath my touch. I couldn't allow myself to be sad when it was my choice to let him go and that is why I didn't waste any time sitting down on my couch, my fingers making quick work of unfolding the paper. The second it was opened, I could see the handwriting of three different prints, mixed to show it was all three who wrote on it rather than just one.
I had expected another heartfelt note, something to draw me back into them but everything written down was an opposite. It was a list of what had to be over a hundred jobs it appeared they looked into for me, each one with the guarantee of my safety and none that requires me working for them. Another one of my tears fell onto the page as I realized what this meant because each name and address told me that they did listen.
They heard me when I spoke tonight and they respected what I had to say, otherwise this paper wouldn't be clasped between my fingertips right now. This wasn't them giving up on me but they were setting me free.
As a result, I just couldn't help it as a little bit of my anger for everything that has happened dissolved, a crack in my heart starting to smooth over and heal for the first time in what felt like forever.
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