Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 53
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Alejandro stared at Camila, speechless, for a few seconds as she returned his gaze with an innocent look. She deliberately ignored the hardness pressing against his shorts and focused on his empty hand.
“You didn’t get my fork,” she cooed.
“We’re leaving,” Alejandro said firmly.
“But I’m not done eating,” Camila mumbled.
“Oh, you’ll eat all right,” he replied darkly. “You’ll eat real good.”
He scanned the room, searching for the waiter.
“I’m not going anywhere, Alejandro.” Camila stubbornly crossed her legs, but Alejandro was unfazed. He scribbled a check and left it on the table for the waiter.
“I said I’m not done eating!” Camila repeated, her defiance growing. Without warning, Alejandro lifted her effortlessly and threw her over his shoulder.
Her eyes widened in shock.
“Put me down this instant!” She kicked her feet in protest, but Alejandro held her securely. She wasn’t heavy, so it was no effort for him as he carried her out to his car.
He gently placed her in the passenger seat and got behind the wheel.
“Why did you carry me like that? You drew everyone’s attention, you attention freak!” Camila snapped.
Alejandro smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You knew exactly what you did when you dropped that fork.”
“What did I do?” Camila sighed, feigning exhaustion.
“Still pretending? Don’t worry, after tonight, you won’t be able to walk for days,” he said, accelerating, eager to get home faster.
“What did you see when I dropped my fork?” Camila asked, batting her lashes innocently. She didn’t miss the way Alejandro’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to concentrate, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.
“You didn’t answer me, Alejandro. What exactly did you see when I dropped my—?”
Before she could finish, the car screeched to a halt. They were home.
“You want to know what I saw when you dropped your fork?” he asked, his voice husky. She quickly shook her head, but it was too late. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.
“I saw your pretty pink p***y, wet and waiting. It was begging, ‘Daddy, come here. I know you were inside me this morning, but I miss you already. I need you, harder.’” He whispered seductively, making her throat go dry.
His words hit her core, and Camila feared she’d start dripping before they even got inside. Alejandro climbed out of the car, helping her out. The moment her feet touched the ground, his lips crashed onto hers. His kiss was hungry, demanding, and she struggled to keep up with his pace.
They stumbled towards the house, Alejandro fumbling for his keys. He opened the door and slammed it shut behind them, pressing Camila against it. Dropping to his knees, he tore her dress, desperate to reach his favorite part of her.
“You’re so beautiful, Camila. Every inch of you,” he murmured, looking up at her before burying his face between her legs. Camila tugged at his hair, pulling him closer, but it wasn’t enough. She started grinding against his face, her head thrown back, the quiet house filled with the sound of her moans and ragged breathing.
Alejandro lifted her and carried her to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed. He stripped off the last pieces of her clothing and latched onto her breasts, sucking and squeezing as she writhed beneath him. After a few minutes, he shed his own clothes and slowly slid his length inside her.
He began thrusting deep and fast.
“This is for what you did to me at the beach,” he growled, slamming into her, pulling a scream from her lips.
Another hard thrust.
“And this is for asking all those questions while I was driving.”
Camila found herself pleading, “Please…” though she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to stop or go faster.
Another powerful thrust.
“And this…” He paused, staring down at her flushed face. “This is for looking so damn good all the time. You have no idea how much hell you put me through. No one has ever made me this crazy.”
“You look wrecked, but I swear, I’m getting even harder,” he muttered, marveling at how disheveled she looked—her sweat-soaked skin, wild hair, and ragged breathing only turned him on more.
“Why do you do this to me?” he asked softly, the intensity in his eyes shifting. Lust still lingered, but something deeper flickered there, something Camila couldn’t quite decipher.
His movements slowed, becoming gentler, more deliberate. It wasn’t just a rough session anymore—it was love-making. He poured everything into making her feel good, his gentleness filled with unspoken need.
“Fuck, Camila, I’m going to explode. Don’t make me pull out. I want to fill you,” Alejandro whispered against her ear, his voice strained with desire.
Camila had no strength to argue. With a final, ear-splitting scream, they both came undone. Alejandro rolled off her, and she immediately wrapped herself around him, her body trembling from the intensity of their session.
“Alejandro,” Camila murmured.
“Yes, my love?” He pulled her closer.
“I…” She bit her lip, her heart racing. “I think I… I—”
“Shh,” Alejandro pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s okay. You should get some sleep.”
Camila nodded, snuggling into his chest, and soon drifted off. Alejandro stayed beside her, his mind swirling with thoughts. After a while, he gently untangled himself from her, covered her properly, and slipped into some shorts.
He grabbed his laptop and logged into his company’s site to check on things.
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TO Be Continued
