Chapter 48

Shay-Lee

"Yes, baby, give it to me harder," I cried, my fingers curling around the side of the dresser I was currently bent over. "I missed your cock so fucking much."

Grabbing my neck, Camilo pushed my head against the mirror while thrusting his hips forward, shoving his cock deeper into me.

"Of course you did. Your greedy little ass can't help itself, can it?"

"Y-yes."

Camilo groaned, then lifted one of my legs up so my knee rested on the dresser as he continued drilling in and out of my beaten hole. "My kitten knows what's best for him."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my lips parted with a moan. God, he felt so good, pushing in fast only to pull out slowly, his fat dick rubbing my prostate each time, making my balls tight with the need to come.

With one hand around my hips, he used the other to grip my hair and pull me back before sliding it to my neck, his fingers curling around the golden chain he gave me.

"Open your eyes," he ordered. "I want you to see how hot you look when you're owned."

I opened my eyes and was met with our reflection. My naked body was flushed red and covered with sweat while he was behind me, looking hot as ever, still fully dressed in the delivery uniform I'd forced him to wear. My mind was nothing but mush as Camilo grabbed my jaw and dragged his tongue along my neck, leaving a wet trail from my collarbone to my ear.

"D-don't leave a mark," I cried as he sank his teeth in, my pleading only encouraging him to bite harder.

Removing his lips from my neck, he moved them to my ear. "Don't order me around." His low, deep voice sent shivers down my spine as his rough stubble rubbed my skin. "Or I'll stop giving you what you need." He pulled out so only the tip of his cock was still in, and I felt incredibly empty.

Biting my lip, I shook my head. "I-I won't." My cheeks burned with embarrassment at how needy I was for him. Absolutely desperate.

"You won't what, Llorón?" He wrapped his fingers around my neck, his dark eyes burning into me through the mirror.

"I won't tell you what to do."

His lips twisted into a satisfied smile as he tightened his hold, his thumb pressing my jugular. "That's a good kitten," he growled, then plunged back inside, sending my body forward.

My dick was painfully hard, and I was eager to reach down and touch it but couldn't as my hands were flat against the mirror, supporting my body while Camilo fucked me like a beast. As he rolled his hips, his balls slapped my skin with each powerful thrust, creating a filthy sound I was fed on.

My hot breath coated the cold mirror with steam, turning the surface slippery, as my dick burned between my thighs. Beads of sweat dribbled down my legs, and tears welled in my eyes, but none of it seemed to disturb Camilo as he continued pushing my body to its limits.

"You were made for me." He held me so tightly his fingers dug into my flesh. "From your tight ass to your perfect neck. You're my fucking heaven, Llorón. My sweet, toxic, painful heaven."

Straightening, he gave one last thrust before his hips snapped, and he lost his rhythm as he came inside my ass. His hot cum, like a blessing to my hole, filled me up to the brim. Camilo's cock pulsed and throbbed while my ass milked him until his last drop, and only then did he slowly pull out and move to his knees behind me.

"My fucking heaven," he rasped in a heavy breath, his fingers tracking down my rim, pushing inside and spreading me open until some of his cum dripped out. "God, I love breeding you."

I let out a long moan that turned into a cry of pleasure as he flicked the hot flat of his tongue over my hole, then thrust it in while eating my ass.

I took my cock in my hand, stroked myself fast while he cleaned me of his cum. His rough stubble scraped my sensitive skin while his full lips skimmed me softly, and his hungry mouth ate me lustfully.

Pushing against his tongue, I fucked my fist while his cum and spit dripped down my thighs. I gasped when he took my heavy balls in his palm and squeezed them firmly, then cried when he slapped them. My cock pulsed from the pain, and my hips shuddered as my orgasm took over me. Hot flushes washed through my aching body as my balls emptied themselves, and I shot my thick release into my fist. I didn't catch it all, and some got the dresser dirty, but who gave a fuck. I'd just come while Camilo rimmed my ass, eating his cum straight from my hole. Holy fucking shit. It was hot. So fucking hot.

With my head slumped down, I caught my breath and then peeked behind to catch Camilo cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand. His lips were glossy, his jaw wet, and once our eyes met, he smiled.

"That was fucking hot." I grinned before he rose back to his feet and spun me around.

"Yeah." Leaning closer, he took my mouth.

I groaned, enjoying the traces of cum that were left for me to taste before tearing my lips away. "Let's take a shower," I said over his lips.

Camilo ignored me, moving his lips to my ear. He kissed me there as his stubble tickled my skin. I laughed, trying to push him away. It took a bit more convincing before he agreed to let me go, and we managed to take a proper shower that didn't involve fucking, sucking, or rimming. Once done, I stepped out of the shower and watched him get dressed. Picking up his hat from the floor, I put it back on his head.

"We should keep this outfit," I said, thinking back on the moment I opened the door for him dressed like a delivery guy.

He smirked and fixed the hat to sit better on his head. "Admit that you just wanted to recreate a cheap porn scene."

"Well, maybe, but you know it was essential." I chuckled, slumped my ass on the bed, and continued to watch him dress.

"Is that so."

I lay back, flipped to my stomach, and rested my cheek against my palm. "The lobby of this building is wired with security cameras, but my floor isn't. Hence, the disguise." I winked at him. "We can't afford to get caught before the plan goes off." In a few hours from now, my dad would walk in on me and Dion, leading to him losing his fucking mind. I couldn't wait for that to happen. If I were lucky enough, they'd shoot each other right in front of me.

"We could have met outside," Camilo said, snapping me back.

"You know we can't. Whenever I leave this place, I've got a tail. So make sure to have this hat low when you go out."

Camilo's jaw tensed before he sat down on the bed with his back to me.

"Weren't you the one who begged for us to meet?" Moving to sit behind him, I threw my arms around his shoulders and brought my lips to his ear. "I can't take this anymore, Llorón."I moaned the words he told me over the phone last night. "I need to see you, to feel you, to fuck you, or I'll lose my mind."

Camilo grunted, then pushed my face away. "Shut it," he hissed, ignoring my laughter, and stood up.

"When is Dion going to be here?"

"In three hours."

"And your dad?"

"Half an hour later. I'll have to set the mood with Dion first."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "You better not so much as kiss him."

A shudder went through my spine at the awful thought. "God, no. But I will make it look like we're about to fuck, or else my dad won't buy it." Besides, from the number of times my dad called me the past week, I had no doubt he was close to losing it. Me sleeping with Camilo didn't seem to scare him off, but being with a man like Dion? My dad would slaughter Dion with his two bare hands before letting him out of this apartment.

And while Camilo didn't try to hide his discomfort with the plan, he didn't try to stop me either. I was about to cheer him up with some kisses when a low meow grabbed our attention, and my new Persian cat, one out of the many gifts Dion gave me this passing week, jumped on the bed.

Camilo reached to scratch her between the ears, and she purred.

"She likes you," I said, enjoying the comfort that took over Camilo the second an animal was around.

"Make sure to take her with you before you leave."

I checked my phone for the time.

"Shouldn't you go and get ready for the ceremony? I can't wait to see you in a gown and cap." I winked.

"I'm not wearing that crap."

I snorted a laugh. "Didn't think you would…" Pursing my lips, I said, "You know, Rosa will come soon. I talked with her on the phone, and she said she'd be happy to visit me."

Camilo looked surprised. "Seriously?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I mean, if we're leaving tonight, I want to tell her goodbye. Believe it or not, I'll miss her."

Rosa was always nothing but kind toward me. If everything went to plan, she, too, would be free from my father's grip.

"That's nice. She seemed like a kind lady," Camilo said with a soft smile before going back to petting the cat, who seemed to have fallen for him.

"And speaking of goodbyes, there was something else I wanted to suggest."

Lifting his eyes from the cat, he met mine. "What is it?"

"Maybe talk with Andrei."

"Fuck no."

I stood from the bed. "Camilo, we're going to leave town tonight and go to who knows where. Don't you want to make peace with him before?"

He looked away from me, and I sighed.

"You can pretend all you want, but deep down, you miss him. You shouldn't be so stubborn, not about this."

"Are you going to talk with Miles, then?"

I snorted. "It's not the same, and besides, I tried. Many times before. Just because I failed doesn't mean you will, too." Placing my hand on his cheek, I kissed him. "Think about it, okay?"

His eyes darted to my lips, then up. "Maybe." He slid his fingers over my necklace. "It fits you."

"It does."

"I found a good chapel in Vegas."

"Did you?"

"What do you think about Elvis?"

I grimaced. "I'm not letting Elvis wed us."

He laughed and cupped my face in his big palms. "You be careful today, okay?"

Holding his stare for a moment, I nodded, a cheeky smile on my lips. "You bet." Placing my hands on top of his, I caressed his warm skin with my thumb. "Don't worry, okay?"

"Impossible." He kissed my forehead but didn't pull back for at least a few seconds.

"We'll meet on the stage. I'll be wearing a cap and gown," I muttered.

"Brat."

My skin felt cold the second he pulled his hands away, but I promised myself it was necessary. In just a few hours, he'd be mine, and I'd be his, with no one standing in our way.

Picking the cat up from the floor, I walked Camilo to the door.

"We need to name her," he said, clasping the handle.

Lifting her in front of me, I examined her bright blue eyes. "How about Tiffany?"

"Tiffany?" Camilo frowned. "Why Tiffany?"

I shrugged. "Dunno. She looks like a Tiffany."

He opened the door. "Absolutely not. We'll pick a name tonight."

Bringing her close to my chest, I chuckled. "Fine," I purred, then leaned to kiss him. As always, his touch felt like a drug. Pulling back, Camilo stroked Tiffany's—that was her name for now—fur before caressing my chin.

"See you soon, Llorón." He flicked my cheek gently.

Chuckling, I brushed my fingers over where he just touched and smiled. "Make sure not to miss me too much."

"Impossible," he said and stepped backward into the hall.

With my back leaning against the doorframe, I watched him get into the elevator.

The doors had almost closed when he stopped them with his hand.

"You two look alike." He pointed at Tiffany, and only after I rolled my eyes at him one last time did he let the door slide closed.

"Don't let it get into that furry head of yours. I'm much prettier than you," I told Tiffany before taking her back into the apartment and closing the door behind us.