Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 31
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🔸(His Sweet Torture)🔸
Camila admired herself in the mirror. She was wearing a sleeveless silk lavender gown that hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, and her makeup was simple but stunning.
She looked good enough to make Alejandro lose his mind, but she quickly shook off the thought, convincing herself this wasn’t about what Alejandro thought.
There was a knock on her door, and she went to answer it. It was Peter, looking stunned. Her beauty always left him speechless, but after what happened last time, he knew better than to compliment her.
“Mr. Ruiz said I should come get you,” he said, clearing his throat to distract himself from the breathtaking sight.
“He’s not coming home?” Sadness flashed through Camila’s eyes; she had hoped he would pick her up himself.
“He had to attend to something urgently,” Peter informed her.
“Oh,” Camila murmured. Maybe she was misinterpreting things; perhaps his work still took precedence over her.
“Let’s go then,” she mumbled and left the room, heading downstairs to the garage. Peter followed and immediately helped her with the car door.
“Thank you,” she flashed a small smile as she stepped in.
Peter got into the driver’s seat and began the drive. Camila stared out the window, trying not to think about Alejandro. As the cool breeze hit her face, she couldn’t help but think about her family. How was her father doing?
“We’re here, ma’am,” Peter announced as he parked the car. He quickly got out and helped her with the car door.
“Thank you,” Camila said, stepping out and looking around. The ambiance was romantic, but she noticed she was alone.
“Is this the place?” she turned to Peter.
“Yes, ma’am,” Peter nodded.
“You must be Camila Ruiz,” a smiling waitress approached her.
“Yes,” Camila nodded.
“Come with me then,” the waitress led the way, and Camila followed. They climbed several romantic steps before reaching the rooftop. The setting was beautiful—two chairs, a table covered with a romantic blanket, a bottle of red wine, and a candle.
The waitress nodded softly and walked away. Camila looked around in amazement. Did Alejandro do all this? She couldn’t help but smile.
“Not longer starving?” a familiar voice that sent shivers down her spine sounded behind her. Camila slowly turned to see Alejandro standing there, his hands behind his back.
His eyes glimmered at the sight of her; she looked absolutely stunning.
“I thought you had a business meeting to attend?” Camila stuttered, blinking lightly to distract herself from the fact that he looked breathtakingly gorgeous.
“This was the important business I had to attend to. I needed to make sure this place looked attractive enough for you,” he replied.
“You really thought of me while doing this?” Camila’s eyes became misty.
“If I didn’t think of you, then who else would I think of?” Alejandro laughed softly, pulling a rose from his pocket and handing it to her.
She took it, and he led her to the seats. He pulled out her chair and, once she was seated, sat opposite her, admiring her face.
Camila sniffed the flower. “It smells so good,” she said.
“Yes, but your scent is even sweeter,” he smirked, making Camila blush. “Lavender suits you. You should wear it more often, but I prefer it when your hair is down. Can you let it down for me?” he asked.
Camila bit her lip and loosened her updo, letting her hair fall to her shoulders.
“Beautiful,” Alejandro muttered.
“Thanks,” Camila smiled as a waitress approached them.
“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Ruiz. Welcome to the Cuddle Dine. What can we offer you both?” she asked but kept glancing at Alejandro.
Camila found it annoying. “What do you have for us to order?” she asked, but the waitress didn’t reply, too busy admiring Alejandro.
Alejandro felt irritated by the waitress’s behavior. “I thought my wife asked you a question?” he asked, giving her a stern look.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. Here is our menu with our best dishes and drinks,” she replied, handing the menu to Camila.
Camila looked through it and placed her order.
“I’ll have whatever she’s having,” Alejandro told the waitress.
She nodded respectfully and walked away. Alejandro noticed Camila was frowning.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.
“Nothing,” she mumbled.
“Tell me,” he insisted.
“That waitress was so annoying. I know you’re handsome, but she didn’t have to make it so obvious. She kept glancing at you and ignoring the fact that you’re married,” Camila ranted, stopping when she saw Alejandro smiling.
“Is this funny to you?” she asked angrily. “If you think I’m being stupid, then you can take your wedding ring and put it on her damn finger!” she scoffed.
“You just admitted I’m handsome,” Alejandro said, making Camila look at him speechlessly.
“What?”
“Yes, you heard me. You just admitted that I’m handsome and can’t get me off your mind,” he smirked.
“I never said that,” Camila blinked.
“Admit it, you think I’m handsome and want to kiss me badly. You can’t get me out of your head,” he said, staring intensely into her eyes.
“I…” Camila glanced at his lips. They seemed pinker every day. She shifted her gaze to his eyes, and the intensity in them burned even more.
“Stop it, Camila,” Alejandro’s voice was husky.
“Stop what?” Camila’s gaze moved to his lips again.
“Stop looking at me with those eyes. I’m serious,” he warned.
“What eyes?” Camila asked innocently. Before Alejandro could reply, the waitress returned with their food.
She nodded respectfully and left, trying not to look at them before she got fired.
“Food is here. I’m starving,” Camila said, digging her fork into the pasta and rolling it into her mouth.
“This is really good. You should try it,” she urged him to eat, but he just kept staring at her. She shrugged and took another bite, licking off the sauce that glistened on her lips.
“Damn, Camila,” Alejandro groaned, unable to hold back any longer. “Come over here, please,” he said with pleading eyes.
“I’m eating,” Camila replied.
“Come over, Camila,” he warned this time. Camila stood up and walked toward him. He pulled her down onto his lap.
“Alejandro,” Camila said, taken aback.
“It’s just us here. You don’t have to worry about anything,” he whispered, pressing her against his groin. “You see how hard you made me? You have to pay for it,” he whispered, biting her earlobe.
“I want to touch your pussy so bad,” he placed his hands on her thighs, moving upward.
“But… I’m on my period,” Camila reminded him.
“Fuck it,” he groaned into her neck.
“You really want to touch it? I’m a heavy bleeder,” she told him.
“How long does your period last?” he asked.
“Five days,” she replied.
“And how many days gone?” he asked again.
“Three days.”
“Fuck, Camila, you’re so dead when it stops. I’ll make sure you can’t walk for three days straight,” he whispered in her ear.
Camila gulped, imagining what would happen once her period ended. She was so turned on that she feared staining him. She got off his lap and knelt on the floor, pulling her hair to the side.
“What are you doing?” Alejandro asked, his chest pounding with need.
“Just relax,” she smirked, bringing her hands to caress his bulge through his pants. “You’re so hard,” she squeezed, feeling his body stiffen and his breath hitch.
She unzipped his pants, and he sprung free to her face. Her eyes widened at the sight. Does he get bigger every day? The last time she sucked him, he wasn’t this big.
“Stroke it with your two hands, Camila,” Alejandro could hardly breathe as Camila held his dick with both hands, and it still felt heavy for her.
She began stroking slowly while he closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. Within seconds, she increased her pace.
“Spit on it, Camila,” he instructed, his neck veins bulging from her torture.
She smirked, looking up at him and squeezing. “I’m in charge. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
“Ahh… you’re squeezing a little hard,” he groaned.
“Am I?” she smirked, applying more pressure.
“Fuck, Camila, just spit on it and get it wet,” Alejandro groaned, feeling like he was losing his mind. “Don’t make me forget you’re on your period and bend you over to f*ck that sexy asshole,” he said breathlessly.
His words went straight to Camila’s core. She spat on his dick and stroked it faster before taking him fully into her mouth. Alejandro felt as though his mind was about to fly away; her mouth was so warm, even warmer than he remembered from before.
TO Be Continued
