Chapter 19
Shay-Lee
“I told you to go easy on those drinks,” I grunted while dragging Jordan’s heavy-ass body into our suite. Pausing to catch some breath, I looked at the bed and calculated the number of steps left before I’d be able to toss him at it.
Jordan was too damn wasted to reply and instead hummed his response. Tired, I tightened my hold around his waist and began walking until I reached the damn bed. He was too heavy for me to carry, so I tried dropping him off gently, only to be pulled down with him. He landed right on the soft mattress, with me on top. Surprisingly, that didn’t wake him, and he continued to doze like Sleeping Beauty.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you weigh a ton.” I wiped my forehead from the sweat of carrying him all the way back here. I warned him about drinking too much, but he didn’t listen, and just like I predicted, the number of cocktails he’d consumed tonight had gotten the better of him. Only I didn’t expect he’d pass out this bad, and I doubted I’d ever seen him so wasted other than when he took my sleep medication on flights.
“You’re such a cute dork, you know that?” I smiled and squeezed his handsome face before getting off him and walking to the bathroom.
My body was sore and tired from the day, not to mention my head, which had been a mess ever since Camilo left with that woman. How far would he go just to mess with me? I know the answer to that . There wasn’t a line he wouldn’t cross to get what he wanted, and the same applied to me. And while knowing he’d do just about anything to own me boosted my body with an unbelievable amount of possessiveness, a certain thought crept into my mind. What if tonight wasn’t a game, and Camilo truly was attracted to that whore? What if he’d come to realize I wasn’t worth the hassle?
And even though I shouldn’t, as I was engaged to someone else, I couldn’t help but be washed over by fear. Scared that leaving him in the water was the last straw, I looked up at the mirror.
What did he even see in me? I’d been, and still was , nothing but a joke—an image of my father’s creation. Tracing my skin with the pads of my fingers, I eyed myself with horror. Each year, I looked more and more like him . My eyes, jaw, nose, lips, everything about me was beginning to shape into the form of the monster who ruined not only my life but also Camilo’s, so why the fuck did he ever come back to begin with? If I were him, I would have run as far away from me as possible and stayed there.
I snorted at the thought, and the pathetic sound echoed around in the empty bathroom. Evidently, no matter how many hours I spent talking to Soren and Blaire, at the end of the day, when it was just me, there was no place to hide.
I was still disgusting.
I was still a perversion who slept with his own father. Oops . I didn’t sleep with him—I was raped by him, but did it matter? In the end, it was my own fault, wasn’t it? Just like Orson loved to claim, I was nothing but a mere whore. So maybe my father was never to blame as I was the one to seduce him.
“S-shit,” I hissed, biting my lip. I knew this wasn’t the case, and those were just the demons in my head, but those thoughts had a grip on me that I couldn’t shake. If only my father were here, I could have talked to him. I could have asked him why he had to love me in such a sick way. But he wasn’t here. They say he died in an airplane crash, but I doubted it. My father was too big of a person to just… die. Besides, people expecting me to believe he was gone simply because they pulled something out of the water and claimed it was him? What a joke. A sad-ass joke I didn’t buy for a second because I knew what he was.
A monster.
My father was a demon, and anyone who believed he actually died that day was a fool because it took a lot more than that to kill such darkness.
My skin erupted with goose bumps the way it always did when I thought of him, and I looked over my shoulder at the empty bathroom. I could never get rid of the sickening feeling that he was here, lurking in the dark, waiting for the right time to strike.
Closing my eyes, I shook my head. This was why I shouldn’t be drinking because the moment I lost control over myself, all those thoughts that never really went away came back at once.
After a long, hot shower, I returned to our room, where Jordan was exactly as I left him. With a sigh, I went over to him to make sure he was covered with the blanket before I grabbed a pair of boxer briefs for myself, put them on, and went over to my side of the bed.
Now tucked under the warm sheets, I switched off the lights in the room. I hated the dark, but somehow, the moonlight breaking through the windows was enough to put my mind at ease, and I closed my eyes. Slowly, my body relaxed until my muscles felt heavy and my mind foggy.
I lay in complete darkness, my body numb as if I hadn’t moved in weeks and my skin ice-cold. I felt like a corpse in the morgue waiting for its burial when a sudden rustle jolted me awake. With my eyes half open, I saw a curtain flying in the wind before a shadow moved by my bed. Was I still asleep? I wasn’t sure, but the next moment, the same shadow loomed over my bed, and my heart stopped—not because of fear, no, but because of joy.
Pure joy that he’d finally come to me.
Death.
I had been waiting for him ever since Camilo left without a word, and at last, he was here. But instead of taking my soul with him as I so desperately craved him to, he placed his hand against my cheek. His skin wasn’t cold but warm like the sun. Like Camilo.
Now, I felt sad. But not just sad, heartbroken. So heartbroken that I preferred Death to visit me in my dreams over Camilo simply because it wasn’t as painful.
I wanted to open my mouth and beg, beg for this to be real, but my throat was too sore, and so the only thing that came out was a weak sob.
“Don’t cry—” my shadow said, sounding so familiar until his voice turned into a blur that mixed with the beeping of the machines around me. “I’ll be back to you before you know it.” More words I couldn’t quite understand when suddenly, warm lips pressed to my forehead. I didn’t know what to make of it, as a dream had never felt this real, but at that moment, my whole body was struck with such love and warmth that I couldn’t help but cry.
“It will be so fast it will almost feel like a dream,” my shadow whispered as more tears wetted my cheeks. In a whisper full of tenderness and love, he promised me a dream—only to sentence me to a nightmare. A never-ending nightmare that only sometimes resembled life.
I was yanked out of sleep in an instant, and my eyes snapped open to see someone looming above me. Immediately, I attempted to get up but couldn’t as they were sitting on top of me, keeping me down. Panicked, I parted my lips to scream when a hand covered my mouth, forcing my silence before Camilo bent down.
Camilo?
“Shhhh.” He pressed his finger to his lips while bending closer until his nose grazed mine. My heart was hammering like crazy, and I struggled to breathe with his hand blocking my airways. Unsure if this was a dream or not, I tilted my head to see Jordan asleep beside us. Nerves struck me, and I tried kicking my legs, only for Camilo to hold me tighter underneath his body weight.
Swallowing hard, I forced my eyes back at him, and the second our stares collided, my body relaxed. A hint of a smile took over his lips before he slipped his hand off my mouth.
“What are you doing—” My words were cut off once he sealed my lips with a kiss that took my breath away. Closing my eyes, I allowed the warmth of his mouth to take over me before I opened up for him. He thrust his tongue in and twisted it around mine almost desperately. I missed his taste so much that my body hurt and ached for more, almost like a dose of a forbidden drug.
Shivering underneath him, I allowed this pleasure to slowly sink in and consume every bit of my being when understanding of the situation hit me, and I snatched my lips away from his.
“Have you lost your mind?” I hissed, breathless, before my eyes darted to Jordan, sleeping beside us. Yet, before I could linger on my fiancé to make sure he hadn’t woken up, Camilo grabbed my jaw and forced my head straight, then retook control of my mouth. This time, I tried punching him off me, to no avail. Instead of pulling back, Camilo licked into my mouth, which he forced open by his grip. Who was I kidding? I loved it. I loved it way too fucking much.
“N-no,” I gasped over his greedy lips while still kissing him back, moaning as he flicked his tongue against mine, then shoved it into my willing mouth. “C-Camilo, we can’t.”
For some reason, he listened to me and pulled back. Half-disappointed, I realized it was the right thing to do and was ready for him to get up when, instead, he grabbed me by my throat until I could hardly breathe.
“If you want me to stop, say the words, and I will. If not, keep your voice down so your fiancé doesn’t wake up to see me fucking you.”
My heart stopped as I was left dumbstruck under his dark eyes, which were my life source. This tense moment, in which even the air stood still, took me back to the first time we kissed and how fatal it felt back then.
What if we die together?
That was what I’d asked him then, thinking how happy and complete I’d feel to die in this man’s embrace. Now, more than five years later, nothing had changed, and I was just as desperate.
“Take me apart,” I whispered.
Holding my stare, Camilo bit his lip, his head moving just a bit in a barely there nod that told me he heard my every word. But it wasn’t just that. The look in his eyes told me what I already knew: he saw right through me, understanding what I needed better than anyone else on this worthless planet.
My lower body was still covered under the comforter, so Camilo pushed it aside. I heard the fabric sliding to the floor before he positioned himself to lie above me. Then, in a move that felt premeditated, he slipped his hand from my throat and down my naked torso, my skin burning under his touch until he reached the waistband of my briefs. I bit my lip, my eyes glossy with tears as I waited for him to make the next move. Not waiting, Camilo gripped my boxer briefs in his hand and slowly pulled them down my legs until I was left completely naked underneath his clothed body. My breath caught in my chest as I looked between us, my cock already erect and pushing hard against his dark jeans.
“C-Camilo—”
He blocked my mouth with his hand. “As much as I love hearing you say my name, I told you to keep it quiet, didn’t I?”
Unable to speak, I nodded, my eyes begging him to do something.
“That’s my Llorón,” he drawled in a low-pitched voice. A second later, he shoved two fingers into my mouth and pressed them hard against my tongue. I gagged, and he grinned before bringing the same fingers to his lips. I watched with awe as he sucked on them, only to pull them out and spit into his hand, which he then lowered to my aching cock .
My temperature rose while he slowly moved his wet fingers over my dick, our spit making the touch smooth and silky. I wanted to cry with pleasure when he took over my mouth, keeping me silent with a kiss.
Feeling like my body was on fire, I spread my legs wider, giving him more room at the same time I was rutting into his tight fist. Camilo didn’t miss the opportunity, and he positioned himself between my hot thighs.
“You’re so damn sexy, kitten.” His words ghosted over my lips for a second before he slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it.
But then a voice came from beside us, and struck with fear, I turned my head aside. Thankfully, Jordan just grunted in his sleep, yet before I could make sure it was the case, Camilo grabbed my jaw and forcefully yanked my attention back.
“You dare look at him one more time, and I’ll wake him up myself,” he warned, voice cold.
Swallowing back my spit because I knew he wasn’t joking, I nodded. Besides, right now, I couldn’t care less about Jordan or anyone else. In fact, the whole world could burn down to ashes, and I wouldn’t mind as long as I’d get to taste Camilo’s lips one more time. And so, I stretched my neck until I could, and the way he kissed me back was so consumingly perfect that I stood by my words.
Burn, world. Burn to the fucking ground.
Camilo placed his lips anywhere they could reach, eagerly tasting me until my skin ached with the roughness of his thin stubble. Now with him sucking on my neck, he let go of my dick. I wanted to protest when I heard the sound of his zipper and looked down to see him pulling out his perfect dick. I gasped at the sight of his hot flesh, and I licked my lips, eager to choke on that cock. But that wasn’t what Camilo had in mind as a moment later, he took both our dicks in his big hand and began rubbing us together. The friction was like nothing else, and I covered my mouth with my hand while sending my head back on the pillow. Camilo increased his strokes until I felt like I was about to burst. If that wasn’t enough, having his body weight pressed against me and his scent surrounding me was what my wet dreams were made of. And I wasn’t kidding. Being buried in his proximity was what my heart had desired for years, and now, I couldn’t help but wish for more. Only my climax stole that wish from me a moment later as I erupted in his hand and came the hardest I had in a long fucking while. My lips parted in a voiceless cry, and Camilo quickly took over them. Kissing me like a starved man, he stole my breath away while he continued to rub me through my release, my cum making everything wet and sticky until he, too, came. His body shuddered above me like a beast feasting on its well-earned prey, and he didn’t give me a break until I was sore and dry, and even then, he continued to eat me alive.
Breaking the kiss, he brought his cum-soaked fingers to my face. The handprint he left on my skin made me erupt with goose bumps, and I parted my lips and sucked in his fingers. I moaned around them while licking him clean. The whole time, Camilo couldn’t take his eyes off me, and the look in those dark coals was like nothing else. Pure lust that could drive a man crazy.
“Forever my heaven,” he groaned, his voice rough, then kissed me. Our tongues collided in a dirty kiss, in which we exchanged our cum until it was all gone. And while my heart couldn’t have been fuller, my selfishness had reached new heights, leaving me utterly repulsed with myself.
This whole moment was so sick and twisted that, for the first time ever, sex with Camilo left me ashamed. Ashamed for being so weak. For giving in to my cravings like a dog in heat. Still sharing the same mattress as Jordan, my skin itched, and I felt suffocated. Thankfully, just then, Camilo straightened up and tucked his flaccid dick back in his jeans. As he did, I perked up on my elbows and looked at Jordan, wondering how he could sleep through it when—
“Don’t worry, he’ll probably sleep until morning,” Camilo said while getting up from the bed .
My brows knitted together, and I frowned at him. “What do you mean?”
He didn’t answer and instead smirked.
“What did you do to him?” I snapped.
“Nothing much.” He shrugged, zipping himself up. “I might’ve put one or three pills in his drink.”
My eyes widened so much I feared they’d pop out of my head. “You did what ?” I hissed, keeping my voice down even though Camilo had placed Jordan in a mini coma.
“Relax. It’s your sleeping pill. He’ll be all good by the morning.”
Furious, I jumped from the bed. Not giving a shit that I was naked, I stomped my way until I was in Camilo’s face. “You drugged him with sleeping pills?”
Looming over me, he tilted his head. “How else would I make him sleep like a log?”
“Have you lost your mind?” I snarled. “He drank the whole night. Mixing those with alcohol is fucking dangerous.” Worried Jordan might be dead instead of asleep, I wanted to go and check on him when Camilo grabbed my arm and kept me still.
“Don’t sweat it. All he drank tonight was mango juice.”
“What?” I narrowed my eyes at him as he scratched his jaw.
“Maybe the bartender I bribed put some pineapple juice in there, too, but the point is, all that pussy had to drink were virgin mocktails.”
“You are unbelievable,” I snarled, and he laughed before cupping my face.
“Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before dropping me in the middle of the fucking ocean, sweetheart.”
My lips curled into a snarl. “Nah. Next time, I’ll make sure to drown you.”
His grin turned into a full-on smile before he squeezed my cheek harder. Then, like the shameless bastard that he was, he ducked down to steal a brief kiss before letting go. “ Suena conmigo, Llorón. ”
After telling me to dream of him, Camilo got out of my room, leaving me alone to bear the consequences of our reckless actions. And while what we just did was probably one of the hottest experiences of my life, it was wrong. Ruining my own life was one thing, but Jordan’s? He was too damn innocent for this game, which I had completely lost control over.