Chapter 25
Shay-Lee
A n hour and a half after Camilo left, there was still no sign of him coming back anytime soon. Seeing how it was getting late, I pulled out my phone and texted Jordan a short message, letting him know I was out for drinks with Vito. He was probably already asleep and wouldn’t see it, but it was better to play it safe.
“Hey, mister.”
Maybe I should write and tell him I’d crash at Vito’s, just in case?
“Mister?”
It’s happened before, so it wouldn’t be unbelievable.
“Excuse me?”
Maybe I should—
“Mister!”
I put my phone aside and turned to look at the source of noise that was lying on the couch. “What?” I barked, not up to this babysitting task Camilo had dumped on me.
Oro gazed at me with big green eyes, face so innocent you could almost fall for it. “Never mind.” He pouted before lying back down and sniffing his nose like some abandoned pup.
I rolled my eyes. “Come on, say what you wanted to say.”
“It’s no longer important.” He sniffed, and ugh .
Fuck my life.
Getting up from the barstool I was sitting on, I walked over to him. “What was it? Is your body hurting?” I eyed his bruises, which weren’t that bad if I were honest, especially if I compared them to how my dad used to beat me up.
Oro cleared his throat before meeting my skeptical stare. “I just thought that we could talk? I’m bored.”
“Why would I want to talk to you?”
His eyes widened, and he pursed his lips like a brat. “You’re mean.”
“I am.” I crossed my arms. “And I’m here against my will, so unless you need to go to the hospital, just lie quietly and—”
“You’re a lot less pretty than I thought you’d be,” he cut into my words, his eyes latched on me.
Unsure if I heard correctly, I frowned. “What was that?”
A little smirk pulled on his lips before he sat up on the couch. As he did, the blanket Camilo covered him with earlier slipped to his waist, giving me a glimpse of his naked torso. His fair skin stood in contrast against his pink nipples, and my mouth curved with displeasure.
“I said, you’re a lot less pretty than what I thought you’d be.” He played innocent with a genuine look plastered on his face. “Camilo always speaks about what a beauty you are, but you’re just a plain blond.” He flashed me a toothy smile that gave away his act. “I’ve seen a hundred faces like yours.”
I’m sorry, did he just say… Camilo?
“Camilo?”
“That’s his name, isn’t it?” He answered without a hint of shame, as if he had any claim to my man’s name.
My irritation spiked, and not knowing what this kid’s deal was, I decided to let it go, and only because I was scared of punching the smirk off his face .
“Just go back to sleep or something,” I said and was ready to walk back to the kitchen when he went on.
“How old are you?”
I stayed quiet.
“You look old.”
Oh. My. God.
“I just turned twenty,” he said cockily.
“Happy birthday.”
He chuckled. “You’re funny.”
Mostly annoyed.
“So what’s your deal? Do you have a husband now?” he went on snooping.
“I don’t have any deal.” I sat back on my barstool and pulled out my phone. “Please be quiet.”
“Are you and Camilo getting back together, then?”
He once again challenged my patience, and I had to bite my lips together only so I wouldn’t say something I’d regret later. “None of your fucking business. Now, shut up.”
Thankfully, he finally listened and stopped yapping his nonsense. And what the fuck was that about me being old? I was only twenty-three.
“Hey, mister,” he said again.
“What?” I grunted, my eyes still glued to my screen. I was ready for another one of his idiotic questions when—
“If you’re not going to go back to him, can you please let him go?”
As if I’d suddenly had a stroke, my whole body paused, and I couldn’t hold a concrete thought for a whole minute until I looked up to find Oro’s eyes locked on me from the other side of the room. The sincerity in them made me… alert .
“What on earth are you talking about?” I asked, annoyed.
“It’s just that… I love him. A lot . I’ve loved him ever since he first held me in his arms.” He chuckled to himself. “There’s just something special about his hugs, you know? ”
Yeah. I do.
“It’s almost like nothing bad can happen to you when you’re in his arms.”
My throat dried with his words and the acknowledgment that I wasn’t the only one to know this feeling.
“So if you’re not going to be with him, I’ll ask again. Can you please give up on him, mister?”
Mister . Why did he keep on calling me that? But more importantly, “He held you?” I asked, my voice on the verge of breaking.
A soft smile took over his features before he looked down at his lap, like he was reflecting back on a good memory. Wrapping his arms around himself, he released a low chuckle. “On one of my first nights in the club, there was this client who turned violent and hit me. Camilo was there and didn’t hesitate before coming to my rescue. Just like he did tonight.”
My throat dried out as immense fear took over me because what if Camilo actually went out because of Oro? He did look worried when he saw him all bruised and hurt.
“Anyway, he then hugged me, and I’ve loved him ever since.”
Well, too bad because he doesn’t love you was what I thought to myself and wanted to say but didn’t. Because what if I was wrong? What if Camilo lied about not being with anyone else? Or about not caring for Oro that way? I mean, he lied about other things. Perhaps everything we said and did in Thailand was nothing but his need to prove he still owned me. Bullshit . That wasn’t my Camilo: my kind, strong, beautiful Camilo who was willing to go to prison just for me. I couldn’t doubt his love because if I did, what would be left of me?
It was a good thing I was sitting because currently, I was so vibrant with emotions that my knees felt weak. Yet, I couldn’t stay in the same space as Oro, not right now. Gathering my voice and strength, I turned to him. “Just shut up and go to sleep.” With that, I got up from the stool and walked outside, ignoring Oro’s question about where I was going as I did. The cold night air hit my face the second I stepped out, and I took a deep breath before leaning my head back against the steel door. If I were honest, I sort of wanted to cry, even though I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was about how utterly lost I felt. Confused about every little aspect of my life. It was in moments like this, in which I was exhausted from living, that I wished my dad was still alive. I knew it was awful to admit, but it was the truth. As evil as he was, at least he had the answers.
Knowing this whole shit was making me way too anxious, I pulled out my phone and scrolled down my contact list until I reached Blaire’s name. With my hand hovering over her number, I considered calling her. The late hour didn’t matter, as she was always available for me, but after thinking it through, I ended up not calling. Why? Because I knew she wouldn’t be able to give me a solution and simply because the only one who could was Camilo . I could pretend to hate him all I wanted, but at the end of the day, he was vital to my survival in the most primal way possible.
The sound of a bike’s engine caught my attention, and I looked down at the street to see Camilo had finally returned. My heart missed a beat, and without thinking twice, I ran toward the elevator.
“Fuck,” I swore because I still didn’t know how this shit worked. My heart rate increased with each passing second that went to waste, and unwilling to wait for him to come up and, God forbid, go to see Oro, I looked around. Spotting a fire escape stairwell on the side, I dashed toward it and began running down, almost falling over my face as I did.
There was a small gap between the pavement and the staircase, and I had no choice but to jump. It wasn’t a high jump, but my ankles still hurt as I hit the ground. Ignoring the pain that spiked through me, I quickly dashed toward Camilo. He’d just turned off his bike and put away his helmet when I reached him, out of breath.
“Shay-Lee—”
“Do you love me?” I tossed the question in his face, not giving him a second to process what was wrong with me. To be honest, I bet I looked damn crazy right now, all sweaty and red, but it didn’t fucking matter .
“What are you talking about?” he asked, a deep frown on his face.
“Do. You. Love. Me?”
Holding my face in his palms, he tilted closer.
“Of course,” he whispered, the words ghosting over my lips.
A shudder went through my body at the same time my throat burned with the tears I tried holding in. “So why do you allow other men to think they’re special, too?” I didn’t care about my double standard. I was petty, even childish, and I was fine with that because right now, I wanted his answer.
Camilo’s forehead creased before his expression turned soft, so fucking soft , and he pulled me into a hug. But despite how much I loved being in his arms, it wasn’t enough.
“Why does he know your name?” I swallowed back my tears before another question came to mind. “Why did you ever hug him?” My lips trembled. “Why did you allow him to fall for you in the first place—”
My words were cut off as Camilo tilted my head up and sealed our mouths together in a kiss that made my knees grow weak. I gasped at the surprise, and he pushed his tongue in and swirled it around mine. It was hot, comforting, wet from my tears, and also not enough .
“S-say it,” I whined between kisses.
“Say what?” His voice was heavy and rough from the kiss.
“That you love me.” With my eyes closed, I tilted my head back as he kissed my neck. “Say that you love me.”
Camilo’s hands, which had caressed me underneath my shirt thus far, suddenly paused, and I opened my eyes to see him looking at me. The intensity of his gaze struck me with fear because perhaps it was too much to ask? Why did I even care about him telling me that? I mean, framing our emotions with a simple word like “love” felt almost stupid . And yet, my need to hear him tell me that he loved me was as crucial as my next breath.
“Please.” My bottom lip quivered. “Please say that you love me. ”
Sudden pain flickered through his eyes, and he pressed his lips together, his jaw tensing. It was almost like he was trying to hold those words in, but then, he grabbed my neck and leaned until his lips grazed the shell of my ear.
“ Te amo, mi amor. Te amo hasta la luna y más allá .”
A wave of warmth washed through me like fire that put my aching soul at ease. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head against him and took comfort in his proximity. “Now say it in English so I’ll understand every word,” I begged while he dragged his lips along my jawline.
“I love you, my love.” He planted a small kiss on my neck before slowly dragging his tongue up until he bit my chin. “I love you to the moon and beyond.”
My muscles shuddered, and my breath caught in my chest.
“I love you, too,” I whispered while my heart beat so fast I was scared it would burst.
Camilo’s lips quirked into a soft smile before he laced our fingers together and pulled me after him.
“Where are you going?”
Not wasting time on words, he took out a set of keys from his pants and pointed them at a gorgeous black Jeep.
“Since when do you drive cars?” I frowned when he opened the door to the back seats. Not bothering to answer, he grabbed my body and shoved me in before stepping inside himself and closing the door behind him. Pushing me down on the seat, he moved above.
“Do you have complaints about the car?”
Biting my lip, I shook my head because fuck no , I didn’t. He smiled, then ducked down and took my mouth hostage. Hungry, I sucked his tongue and moaned when he shoved it deeper. At the same time, his hands worked on unzipping me. Since we lacked space, every move made us bump, and it quickly got hot inside the car, not that we minded it. In fact, I loved how small this space was, as it made us so much closer. The thought of being locked in a cell with him for the rest of my life then occurred to me, and I liked it. Loved it, even. I’m so fucking done for .
With my clothes out of the way, I lay completely naked underneath his strong body, which covered me like a blanket. I would have tried undressing him, too, but my need to have him buried inside me was too great to delay it. Spreading my thighs a bit wider, I gave him room, and he lowered his body until his clothed cock pushed against mine.
My hair got in my face, and I attempted to push it out of the way, but Camilo did it for me. As he did, I caught a glimpse of his bloodied knuckles, which I’d missed until now. Knowing he’d just beat someone to a pulp was somehow hot, and I pulled him down into a sloppy kiss that was all about sucking, biting, and nibbling. I loved it. I loved how messy it got. Rolling our tongues together, I also began moving my hips, my bare dick rubbing against the stiff bulge in his jeans. The hard denim burned my exposed skin, but the pure bliss of grinding against his cock was worth the ache.
“I want you inside me,” I whined between kissing, and it was enough to make him slightly pull back.
“Who am I to tell you no, kitten?” He pulled a small pack of lube from his back pocket and tore it with his teeth before bringing his slicked fingers to my ass.
Why did he carry lube with him? Who knew, but thank fuck as it had been a while since the last time we fucked. In fact, I hadn’t had sex since we slept together about two weeks ago, and tight, I hissed at the push of his fingers. It burned, but I embraced the pain. The rawness of it . Like primal beasts, nothing would stop us, not even a bit of blood. Scissoring his fingers, he pushed deeper into my ass, and I groaned with the sensation of having him rub me from the inside. But as much as I loved his thick fingers, they had nothing on his cock, which I wanted to pound me into oblivion.
Eager, I fucked against his fingers in an attempt to tell him to go faster, only he didn’t get the memo and continued taking his sweet time preparing me. He was too slow. Too gentle while I wanted to be drilled like a slut. His slut. Not in the mood to be cared for with such tenderness, I bit my lips and shoved him back.
“Sit here,” I ordered and watched with satisfaction at the lust taking over his handsome face before he did as I said. “Unbutton those pants, too,” I added and enjoyed the quickness with which he did.
His gorgeous dick, all nine inches of it, sprang free, and I licked my lips at the sight of his foreskin, slightly hiding the tip. Wrapping my fingers around the root of his cock, I gave him a lazy stroke before letting go and moving to sit on his lap with my back facing his chest. Camilo’s hands immediately went to my chest, and he flicked my nipples.
“You’re so sexy,” he drawled and pinched me harder before slipping his hands down to my waist, adoring my shape.
“I know.” I spit into my hand, then grabbed his cock and spread it all over before bringing his fat head to my entrance. Once positioned as I pleased, I hooked my elbows over the front seats and pulled up only to plunge all my weight down on his cock until he bottomed out inside me. I cried with the pleasure of having his dick filling me to the brim and was even more turned on because of the way he gripped my waist, as if his life depended on it.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he hissed from behind me.
“Yeah?” I smirked while rolling my hips on top of him, his dick only growing harder.
“Hell, yes, Llorón. That thin waist and tight ass. Fuck .” A deep groan left him. “I wanna die with my cock buried inside you.”
Camilo’s fingers dug deep into my hips in a possessive grip as I began rocking my body on his dick. Grabbing the headrests for support, I leaned forward until his cock nearly slipped out, only to push down with full force, causing us both to moan with pleasure.
Loving the sounds coming from him, I began bouncing on his dick faster, my cock bobbing as I did, smearing precum all over.
“You like that?” I glanced at him over my shoulder, a half smile pulled on my lips .
“Fuck yeah,” he drawled. With his eyes closed, he tilted his head back, and I licked my lips at the veins that lined his thick neck.
“Do you like me riding you like a whore ?”
“Shit, Shay-Lee—”
“Do you love how my slutty ass takes your cock?” I sunk another inch of him inside, the burn feeling so damn good.
Camilo’s jaw tensed a second before he reached a hand forward and grabbed my neck. I gasped with surprise and moaned when he shoved inside me. A moment later, he pulled me until my back was pressed to his heaving chest. His shirt was damp with sweat, the fabric sticking to his thick muscles.
“Yes, I love it when you ride me like a whore,” he whispered in my ear a second before he spread my legs wider apart and gripped my cock in his hand.
I cried at the friction and leaned back against him as he began pumping my dick while also thrusting into me with full force. I no longer had control over the situation as Camilo began fucking into me until I could hardly recognize the sound of my voice. With my cock pulsing in his tight grip, my arousal grew, and I knew I was close. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he brought his other hand to my throat.
Wrapping his fingers around my neck, he tightened his hold, blocking my airways and forbidding me from breathing.
“Fuck me, did I miss this throat,” he hissed before he darted his tongue out and licked me along my jawline, up to my temple, then finished off by biting my ear.
Tears gathered in my eyes as my whole body grew hot, like I was set on fire. Unable to get air into my lungs, my head began pounding, and at the same time, my arousal grew stronger. So strong that nothing seemed to matter but my need to come in his fist. My lips parted in a voiceless cry, yet Camilo didn’t let go and only held me tighter. And while choking me, he didn’t stop fapping my cock and fucking my ass. At this point, I had no idea what was going on, as my mind began slowing down, and everything was spinning. Then, in my last seconds of recognition, I came. Hard . It was as if I exploded into a million pieces. My body trembled while my orgasm washed through me in waves of unbelievable pleasure. I think I screamed, but I wasn’t sure, as my whole focus was on Camilo’s hand that still choked me throughout my release and only moved once I was done.
Tears flowed freely down my flaring cheeks while I attempted to ease my breath. For a moment, I thought I’d die, and it felt so damn good because what was better than to die in his arms?
To live in them , the voice in the back of my head said right after Camilo kissed my nape.
“I love you,” he whispered, his lips still brushing my skin.
Ah , this fucker. A few minutes ago, I had to beg him for those words, and now, he just spit them out, not caring about what it might do to my poor heart. He fucked me so thoroughly until I was left raw and exposed, only to put me back together right after, making it absolutely impossible to live without him.
Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me into a hug. As he did, I felt something wet between my legs. Looking down, I noticed the thick cum coating my inner thighs and leaking out my used hole. So caught up in the moment, I didn’t notice that he’d come, too. My breath caught when he suddenly reached between my legs and shoved his fingers into my ass. I tried moving away because the whole area was too sensitive, but he only held me closer while burying his face in my neck and breathing me in.
“I love you so much,” he said again, and I realized I’d created a monster.
Oh, well.
A big smile spread on my lips, and I stopped trying to resist him. Instead, I allowed him to do whatever he wanted, with only one condition—
“So, never leave me again.”
He only held me tighter.
“I won’t.”