Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 87

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🔸(His Sweet Torture)🔸

“Go again,” Alejandro commanded, spanking her with the belt. Camila should feel pain, but surprisingly, it felt good.

“Forgive me, Alejandro. I lied, calling the rodeos sexy—it’s you, only you,” Camila whispered as the belt slapped her again.

“Tell me to punish you for your actions,” Alejandro demanded, striking her once more.

“Please, punish me for my actions,” Camila replied breathlessly.

Alejandro dropped the belt, grabbed her back, and entered her from behind, delivering hard, intense thrusts.

“You like this?” he asked.

Camila could barely respond. She wasn’t sure if it was the way he was gripping her neck or the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her.

“Answer me!” he ordered, his hand landing firmly on her once more.

“Yes! I love it! Don’t stop!” Camila moaned, and Alejandro moved even faster. Soon, they changed positions, moving from the wall to a small couch in the room.

“Sit on it and ride me,” he commanded.

Camila did as told without hesitation. He held her waist as she moved up and down, only for him to hold her in place and thrust upwards, making her cry out in ecstasy.

They then returned to the bed, with Alejandro on top, giving her the most intense experience. Camila gripped his shoulders, feeling herself getting close.

“Wait for me, baby. I’m almost there. Let’s come together,” Alejandro murmured huskily. He interlocked their fingers, releasing in her with a loud groan.

As they caught their breath, Camila hugged Alejandro tightly and looked into his eyes.

“Can I ask you something?” she mumbled.

“Sure, anything,” Alejandro replied, caressing her face.

“Why is it that you show everything but never say it?” she asked, her voice soft, leaving Alejandro momentarily confused.

“You’ll have to explain more, babe,” he said, frowning slightly.

Camila gazed at him for a moment before speaking. “I love you,” she said, her eyes tender as they met his.

“Well, I…” Alejandro blinked, clearly caught off guard.

“You see that?” She pointed at him. “I want to know what you truly feel for me,” she added.

“Camila…” Alejandro began, but she placed her finger over his lips.

“Don’t disappoint me, Alejandro. Take your time, but don’t make me wait forever,” she whispered, turning over to sleep.

Alejandro lay awake, staring at the ceiling until his phone rang, making him jump.

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MEXICO***

Lucia rolled over in bed, reaching out only to find the space beside her empty. Her eyes flew open; it was daylight, and the clock showed it was already past ten.

“Oh God! How did I sleep so long?” she murmured, getting up quickly. There was no time to prep her face—George’s house was always bustling.

She entered the living room and ran into Theresa, who was holding a basket of clothes.

“Good morning, Mom. I’m sorry for sleeping so late. It’s unlike me to wake up this late. Let me help you with that,” Lucia said, trying to take the basket.

“Actually, it’s for you,” Theresa smiled, handing it to her.

“Huh?” Lucia looked surprised.

“I went to the market earlier. They usually have sales on Sundays, so I picked these up for you,” Theresa explained.

Lucia looked through the clothes, smiling. “You really didn’t have to, Mom, but I appreciate it,” she said gratefully.

“George also said I should give you this,” Theresa added, handing Lucia a smartphone.

“What?” Lucia’s eyes widened. “This is his phone. I can’t take it.”

“That’s why he didn’t give it to you directly—he knew you wouldn’t accept it. George doesn’t need the phone; the only person he talks to is you. Just take it. I’m sure you have friends who are worried about you,” Theresa encouraged her.

Lucia pouted. “They might not even want to talk to me anymore, but I know one person who might.”

“Then call her, Lucia. Please, keep it,” Theresa insisted, placing the phone in her hand.

“Where is George?” Lucia asked.

“He stepped out, but he’ll be back soon. If you’re hungry, I’ll warm up some food for you,” Theresa offered with a smile.

“Don’t worry, Mom; I can handle it. I’ll even heat up some for you,” Lucia said, heading toward the kitchen.

Theresa opened her mouth to speak but decided against it, shaking her head with a smile.

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Lucia was in the kitchen when she heard George’s voice, and her mood instantly brightened. George hugged her from behind.

“What are you making?” he asked.

“Soup. And where were you? You should have woken me,” Lucia pouted.

“I noticed you haven’t had enough rest since that wedding incident. I didn’t want to disturb you. Everything’s fine,” he assured her.

“I know things aren’t easy for us now, but I want you to know that you don’t have to do everything alone. You have me too,” Lucia mumbled.

“I know that, babe,” George replied, smiling.

“I saw the phone you gave me, but I can’t accept it. It’s yours, George—I gave it to you, and I didn’t ask for it back,” Lucia said softly.

“And I’m giving it back because I’m not your bodyguard anymore. I’m your husband, so take it as me resigning from the job,” George replied with a grin, making Lucia smile.

“To raise more money, I’m thinking of selling the wedding dress,” Lucia admitted.

“What?” George looked surprised.

“You know the dress is expensive, and it doesn’t mean anything to me now. If I hadn’t been brave enough, I would’ve lost you forever,” she murmured, biting her lip.

George pulled her into a hug. “I’m here, and you don’t need to do this. That dress is the only luxury you have. Are you sure you want to sell it?” he asked, concerned.

“When I’m with you, I don’t care about luxury,” Lucia replied, and George hugged her tighter. He glanced over at the soup she was cooking.

“It looks about done. Let me taste it,” George said, reaching for the spoon, but his face twisted as he tasted it.

“Is it that bad?” Lucia pouted.

“No, honey. We can fix it,” George replied with a smile.

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TEXAS**

Camila woke up, but Alejandro wasn’t beside her. He was out on the balcony, deep in a serious phone call. After a few minutes, he came back inside, his mood visibly darkened.

“Is everything okay?” Camila asked, worried.

“Pack your things. We’re going back to New York,” he replied, ignoring her question.

“Why are we leaving so suddenly?” Camila asked, confused.

“Geez, Camila. If you want to stay, then stay, okay? But I’m going back to New York!” He angrily kicked the couch and stormed off, startling her.

“What’s with him?” she thought.

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