~Camila~
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕"
To the world, Camila is a breath of fresh air; a woman of gentle smiles and a joyful heart. Her charm is her armor, and her intellect is her weapon.
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Camilla's point of view
Feathery kisses peppered my cheeks and I smiled, knowing who it was.
"If you don't get up this instant Camila, I swear I'll make sure you don't leave this bed for the next week," he growled.
His threat was enough to make me sit up with wide eyes, and I turned to glare at his handsome face. It seemed like it didn't have any effect on him.
"Luciano, do we really have to wake up, and must you always threaten me?" I uttered in annoyance.
"I believe that's not an annoyance I hear in your voice, Gem." He shot a brow up, making me lower my head.
"Come on, get ready so we can have breakfast and leave." He instructed, and I furrowed my brows, confused.
"Leave?" I asked.
"I discovered you've been alone and bored, so we are going out," he explained.
A smile spread on my lips, and I jumped into his arms.
"Thank you, Luciano." I whispered against his chest. He was stiff at first but eventually wrapped his arm around my waist.
I immediately guessed he was not the hugging kind. He pulled out from me and cupped my cheeks in his warm palms.
"You don't have to thank me, Gem. I would do anything to see a smile on that pretty face." He caressed my cheeks with his thumb and leaned in to peck my lips.
He told me to get ready and then left.
When he does things like this, it confuses me and makes it harder not to let my heart fall deeper for his charms.
Would it be worth it if I risked my heart and decided to accept my feelings? Damn it! He's confusing me. I want to know who you are, Luciano.
That was the last thing that lingered in my mind before I left his room for mine to get ready. By the time I got downstairs, he was already waiting for me.
The black turtleneck shirt he was putting on clung to his strong biceps, tucked into his black pants, and matched with a fine pair of expensive shoes.
The only thing that ran through my mind was to rip his shirt off and run my tongue down his tattooed arms and chest.
"Trust me, Camila, with those sinful thoughts in your head and the way you're looking at me, I don't mind bending you over and fucking you until you can't move."
He growled under his breath without looking at me, and I felt the heat rush to my pussy.
His eyes finally left his phone to meet mine, and I could see the desire building up in them.
His clenching and unclenching jaw said how hard it was for him to control himself.
He pulled me into his chest and locked my hands behind me. He used his knuckles to trace invisible lines down my face, the cold rings sent tingles down my feet.
