Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 51
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Married To The Vengeful Billionaire:
🔸(His Sweet Torture)🔸
Camila was brushing her teeth, gazing at her reflection in the mirror, when Alejandro came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She didn’t flinch or acknowledge him, continuing to brush her teeth in silence.
“How are you feeling this morning?” he asked softly.
She remained silent, causing him to sigh.
“If I told you where I was last night, you’d never believe me,” he muttered.
Camila spat the toothpaste from her mouth, turned, and folded her arms beneath her chest, fixing him with a serious look. “Where were you? I waited all night, but you never showed up. Then suddenly, I wake up to find you sleeping next to me,” she said, her tone sharp.
“At least tell me you ate something,” Alejandro pleaded, his expression softening.
“I don’t have much of an appetite when I’m worried about someone,” Camila replied, rolling her eyes as she washed her face. She left the bathroom, but Alejandro followed closely behind.
“You must be hungry. What do you feel like eating this morning? I’ll order it right away,” he offered, fishing his phone out of his pocket.
Camila simply sat on the bed, looking lost.
Alejandro sighed and knelt beside her. He cupped her face gently. “I’m sorry, okay? I should have called if I was going to be late.”
Camila stared at him in disbelief. Did he just apologize? The almighty Alejandro?
“It’s my day off. I was hoping we could spend it together, just you and me. Have you ever been to Mexico Beach?” he asked. Camila shook her head.
“It’s amazing. We should go this afternoon and try out some Mexican restaurants. I’m sure you’ll love the food,” he said, teasing her cheek with his fingers, trying to coax a smile.
“What are we going to do this morning?” Camila asked, noticing Alejandro’s smirk. His gaze turned predatory.
“You know I can see your nipples through that nightie. They’re calling out to me,” he teased, licking his lips and moving closer.
Camila instinctively covered her chest, but Alejandro grabbed her wrists, pinning them against the wall above her head.
“Don’t hide what’s mine, Camila. Let me have my breakfast,” he whispered before kissing the side of her neck.
“Alejandro… ouch,” Camila giggled and winced as he nibbled her skin. “Don’t bite! I can’t go out looking like this.”
“You will go out looking like this, and any man who sees you will know you’re taken,” he said firmly. When she tried to wriggle free, he bit and sucked on her neck again.
“Alejandro,” she protested, pushing against him, but he released her hands only to grip her hips, pulling her legs around his waist.
“You sure have a lot of energy to be stubborn this morning. Let’s put it to better use, shall we?” He smirked.
“What do you mean?” Camila asked, but her thoughts scattered as she suddenly felt his d*ck entered her. Before she could protest, he began thrusting hard, leaving her no choice but to scream.
In no time, her back hit the bed with a thud. The sound of fabric tearing filled the room as her nightwear was ripped from her body.
“Tell me to bite you, Camila,” Alejandro growled against her ear. When she didn’t respond, he slowed down, torturing her with a painfully slow rhythm.
“Say it, Camila. Tell me to mark my territory,” he ordered.
“Please, Alejandro, just move faster. I’m about to cum,” she pleaded, trying to buck against him, but he held her in place.
Despite his earlier apology, Alejandro was reminding her who was in charge. And she liked it.
“Bite me, Alejandro. Mark me. Mark your property, your territory. Do it and let everyone know I’m yours,” Camila begged, her mind fogged with desire.
Alejandro lost all restraint. He thrust into her with wild abandon and bit down on her neck, causing her to scream as she came undone. Her cries were music to his ears.
When they were done, he rolled off her, both of them panting.
“I could do this all day and never get tired,” Alejandro said, grinning as he caught his breath. Camila’s only response was the growl of her stomach.
He chuckled. “Let’s get you fed. What would you like to eat?” he asked, picking up his phone.
“Why don’t you cook something for me instead?” Camila suggested sweetly.
“Honey, my cooking isn’t that good,” Alejandro admitted.
“I don’t care. I just love watching you cook shirtless. It makes the food taste better,” she pouted.
“If that’s what you want. But how about I cook naked?” he winked, leaving the room without a stitch of clothing.
Camila’s eyes widened, and she grabbed his joggers, running after him. “Alejandro! Put on some pants!” she laughed, holding his joggers out to him.
When Alejandro turned to face her, she couldn’t help but glance down.
“You’ll have to focus, babe,” he smirked.
“Why… why…” A pink flush spread across her cheeks. “Why is it hard again? We just finished…” she whispered, swallowing nervously.
“Maybe it’s because you look irresistibly sexy with nothing on,” he smirked. “I couldn’t help but notice your breasts bouncing as you chased me earlier”
“You!” Camila started to approach him, but he held up a hand.
“Come any closer, and I’ll pin you against the counter and we’ll go another round. So be a good girl and put something on,” he warned, half-serious, half-playful.
Camila tossed his joggers at him and ran back to the bedroom. Alejandro couldn’t help but smile at her retreating figure.
“So cute,” he muttered under his breath.
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Lucia checked the map on her phone before stopping her car in front of a small, old building. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she mumbled as she stepped out.
She wasn’t particularly surprised by her actions—this was her pattern, doing foolish things in the name of love. She reached an apartment door and stared at the picture on her phone once more before knocking.
“Geez, so hard,” she muttered, glancing at her bruised knuckles, then knocked again.
When the door opened, her heart nearly skipped a beat. It was him—George Williams. He looked even better than she remembered, though he was still wearing the same hoodie from the last time she’d seen him.
“You might not remember me,” she started.
“I do, and I’m wondering what you’re doing here. How did you find out where I live?” he asked, his words coming out in a rush.
“George Williams,” she said, pointing at him.
“How do you know my name? I knew you were weird the moment I laid eyes on you. Something’s definitely off!” His eyes narrowed as he regarded her cautiously, he did not trust her.
Lucia smirked. “I wouldn’t use words like that on me if I were you. You’re about to get into trouble.”
“Trouble?”
“Yes, trouble. Turns out, the cash you paid me back with was fake. I practically saved you. If you’d given it to the cashier, you’d have been arrested for theft right then and there.” Lucia shrugged, inspecting her nails nonchalantly.
“That cash can’t be fake. I got it from a trusted friend,” George argued, unwilling to accept her claim.
“Then I suggest you check your ‘trusted friend’ again. I’ve already recycled the money,” Lucia scoffed.
George sighed, and Lucia couldn’t help but notice how tired yet undeniably handsome he looked. “What do you want? I don’t have that amount of money on me right now,” he mumbled.
“I could’ve spared you, but you said yourself you hate favors,” Lucia said, shaking her head. “So, I’ve decided not to. You’ve got three days—pay me back or go to jail.” She smirked.
“I can’t go to jail,” George said with a frown.
“Then give me my money,” Lucia replied smugly, starting to leave. Before she did, she picked something up and tossed it at him. He caught it instinctively.
She smirked again and threw another object at him, which he ducked this time. Then she aimed a high kick at his face, but he caught her leg in midair.
“What is wrong with you? You didn’t even wait three days, and now you already want to kill me?” he asked incredulously as he slowly let go of her leg.
“I’ve got an offer for you if you want to pay me back,” she said.
“Huh?” George looked lost.
“I’ll pay you nine thousand dollars a week,” she added quickly.
“Wait, am I paying you, or are you paying me and what is this offer?” George asked, thoroughly confused.
“Trust me, you’re the one paying me. I have plenty of enemies,” she winked, digging through her purse to hand him her contact details.
“My address is here. When I see you tomorrow at 8 AM tomorrow, I’ll tell you what your job is” she said, putting on her sunglasses with a flourish and walking away with confidence.
“What kind of crazy just happened?” George thought to himself, still processing the whirlwind encounter.
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TO Be Continued
