Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 77

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🔸(His Sweet Torture)🔸

Camila couldn’t complete her words when Alejandro pulled her towards him and forcefully pressed his lips on hers, shutting her up with a kiss.

She gripped his shirt tightly, trying to pull away, but he held her fast. His tongue delved deep, staking his claim as he kissed her with an unrelenting passion. By the time he pulled back, Camila was left gasping for air.

Once she caught her breath, she didn’t hesitate—she slapped him hard across the face. Alejandro blinked, stunned. No one had ever dared to slap him before.

Camila immediately regretted it, but her anger kept her from apologizing.

“You can’t just kiss me and expect everything to magically be okay!” she shouted, her voice shaking with emotion. “It doesn’t work that way!”

Alejandro dropped his hand from his face, his expression unreadable. “Would slapping me again make you feel better?” he asked quietly.

“I just want to go home,” Camila muttered, her voice soft but firm.

Alejandro nodded slowly. “At least let me drive you.”

“I want to go alone, Alejandro,” she insisted.

“Camila, please,” he begged, stepping closer, but she backed away.

“I know I was a jerk this morning. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day, which is why I came to find you.” He sounded desperate now, but Camila turned her gaze elsewhere, refusing to look at him.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Seeing those cakes and balloons… it brought back things I’ve been trying to forget. I swear, one day I’ll tell you everything, Camila. But right now… I’m not ready.” His voice cracked, the vulnerability in his tone catching her attention.

“The day’s not over yet. If you’re still interested, I could take you out—wherever you want to go—for my birthday.”

Camila finally met his gaze, her eyes searching his.

“It’s okay if you don’t like birthdays,” she murmured. “I won’t force you.”

“I want to go,” he assured her. “You put in so much effort. Diego told me you didn’t even sleep last night. I can’t believe I hurt you like that.” Alejandro’s voice was thick with self-reproach as he stepped closer, gently taking her hand.

“I know it sounds crazy, but hurting you… it was all I could think about. And I hated myself for it. You know I would never want to hurt you,” he said, shaking his head as if to clear away his thoughts.

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath, frustrated. “You had to cry in the arms of that bastard, and it’s all my fault.” His fingers brushed her cheeks, wiping away the last of her tears.

“This is the last time, Camila. The last time I’ll ever make you cry,” he vowed, his voice resolute. “Now, let’s go home. You need a shower. That bastard hugged you, and I can still smell his cologne on you.”

He extended his hand, waiting for her to accept it.

Camila hesitated, studying him for a long moment before finally taking his hand. He smiled softly and led her to the car.

“You need a good shower,” Alejandro said as they buckled in. “Scrub that man’s scent off you. I can still smell his damn perfume.”

Camila scoffed. “No.”

“Please, Camila, don’t torture me like this. I’ll do anything, just… get his scent off you.”

“Are you going back to the office today?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Do you want me to?” He glanced at her. “If you say no, I’ll stay with you.”

“It’s your birthday, Alejandro. You shouldn’t be working. Call Diego and tell him to handle everything,” Camila commanded.

“Yes, ma’am!” Alejandro grinned as he pulled out his phone, quickly dialing Diego. After a brief conversation, he hung up. “Done!”

“Good,” Camila said, leaning back in her seat.

“Do you see how much power you have over me? No one has ever made me leave work halfway before. You’re something else, Camila,” he said, driving off.

Camila stayed silent, her gaze drifting to his cheek where she’d slapped him earlier. A pang of guilt hit her as she noticed the faint redness.

“Does it still hurt?” she asked, lightly touching his face.

“Nah,” Alejandro shrugged. “I deserved it. Hell, I’d give you a gun and let you shoot me for what I put you through.”

“I never want to hurt you, Alejandro,” Camila said softly. “Not on your birthday.”

“I told you, it’s fine. But if you really want to make it up to me, when we get home, shower. Wear my clothes, use my cologne—anything to get that bastard’s scent out of my head.”

Camila couldn’t help but smile.

When they arrived home, Alejandro opened the car door for her and led her inside.

“What do you want to eat? I’ll have the maids make it for you,” he offered as they entered their bedroom.

“I’ll think about that later. First, let me take a shower and get rid of this ‘bastard’s’ scent,” she teased, stripping off her clothes. She didn’t miss the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched her undress.

“Need company?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

Camila smirked before disappearing into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the water cascade over her body. Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong hands cup her breasts from behind.

“I swear, I couldn’t think straight out there,” Alejandro growled, pressing his lips to her ear. “You get sexier every day.” He nibbled on her earlobe before trailing soft kisses down her neck.

Camila spun around, and he immediately captured her lips in another heated kiss. He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her to the wall.

“It hasn’t even been 24 hours since we fought, but I’ve missed you so damn much,” he groaned before taking one of her breasts into his mouth.

Camila moaned, tilting her head back. Alejandro swiftly entered her, his thrusts deep and powerful. She gripped his shoulders, matching his rhythm with every movement.

“Fuck,” Alejandro moaned as he felt her tighten around him. “I’m close, Camila. I’m not pulling out—I want to come inside you.”

“Do whatever you want, hubby,” Camila gasped, her nails digging into his skin.

Alejandro’s movements became erratic as he lost control. “I’m coming… fuck, fuck!” He buried his face in her neck, his body trembling as he released himself inside her.

They were both panting, but Alejandro didn’t set her down.

“That’s one son,” he murmured, his voice laced with mischief. “Now for a daughter, and then another son… We’re going for quadruplets.”

“Alejandro, you’re crazy!” Camila laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder.

“Let’s go to bed,” he said, turning off the shower and carrying her out of the bathroom.

“But I haven’t finished my shower!” Camila protested between giggles.

“You’ll finish once I’m done with you,” Alejandro shot back with a wicked grin.

TO Be Continued