I felt the ice cream from the wall which she pressed against me. His lips wet on my neck, marking my skin with a thin layer of his saliva. His hands were anxious, experienced, restless. They touched me in the right places, tightening and marking what was rightfully yours. Because yes. I was all Camila. "That's so wrong. She murmured against my skin, sucking a little above my collarbone. I pressed my eyes, pulling her closer to me. "But so good." I took my hands up to her ass, squeezing her buttocks over her dark jeans. I love when Camila wears pants, any fabric, as long as they highlight the beautiful ass she has. I pulled my head back, my gaze automatically focusing on her lips. Red and swollen, the way I love to see them. Knowing I was leaving them that way. Camila spreads her tongue over them, separating them to let out a breath of air next. - Speak less and do more. You forgot that we have less time today, Estrabao? Camilla gritted her teeth, locking her jaw. A growl fled from his mouth, our paintings colliding violently. I was smiling, I knew how crazy she was when she heard me calling her a codenamed. - Ugh! I hate their parents and their rules with schedules. He grunted through his teeth. I clamped my lower lip between my teeth, wrapping my arms around his neck. She sighed, relaxing the muscles of her face and smiling. "You could call your mother and say you're not going home today." "I wanted to, but I already did it on Friday, remember?" You know very well how my parents are controllers. "I can not wait to get to your eighteenth birthday." He slid his hands down my waist, up and down in a light caress. - I want you all for me. "I'm already yours, Miss. Estrabao. Camila let out another breath of air, her gaze becoming desirous. I gave a huge smile as she pulled me back, pushing me away from the wall and leading me toward her spacious bed. Camila and I have a somewhat troubled and forbidden story. Why forbidden? Well, if my parents knew I was getting involved with an older woman, and worse, a criminal, they would certainly disown me. We met because of chance, or maybe it was destiny. I just wanted to have fun, my friends and I had run away from our homes to go to a nightclub where the boyfriends of two of them would play. They were aspiring DJs used to play at some parties and nightclubs. I was not so sure about going, but Jessie, Ally and Tori insisted that I go. I agreed. Thinking better these days, I see that it was the best choice I ever made in my life. Or I would not be with Camila now. We would probably never have something, or we would. Who can know? She came to me, in the middle of the dance floor, I was dancing with my friends when I felt someone coming from behind and putting their hands on my waist. My first instinct was to turn to push the asshole. But I was surprised to see that beautiful woman. Heavens! She was simply breathtaking. I remember that I was completely exhausted from the first moment our eyes met.I was just a teenager finishing high school, she was a woman with more life experience than my parents. It was love at first sight. Soon I, who had never been interested in girls, discovered in Camila that they could be a thousand times better than boys. And without a doubt, yes! That night we danced all the time, she smiled, always keeping our gaze on mine. That's what I loved about her, you know? I love it when people look into my eyes, bring me some security and show me whether or not I can trust the person. A year later and we're here, dating hidden. Not so much, since only my parents did not know. "You break up with me, girl. My God. "I was with my eyes closed, feeling her kiss my neck as she whispered. Our breaths were out of breath, our bodies completely stuck together. "I do not deserve to touch this wonderful body, look at it. I opened my eyes as I felt her pull away from me, her gaze running all over me. - You look like an angel. I simply loved when Camila looked at me like that and said beautiful things. She totally changes when she's alone with me, I like to know that I alone arouse her romantic side. But we did not have much time, soon my parents would start calling me and demanding that I go home. I needed it, and I needed it now! "I thought we were going ..." I lifted my back from the mattress, stretching out enough to reach his ear and whisper, "Fuck. "Oh ..." She put a hand through my hair, holding the strings tight and pulling my head back. "You have a very dirty mouth, huh?" - You think? I thought I was an angel. I smiled, running my tongue over my lips. - I'm sure. You're a fallen angel. - I am a demon. I pulled her by the neck and made her lie down on the bed, standing over her with her legs at the side of her hip. "Only I do not want your soul, I want more than that." Camila did not answer, just smiled and pulled me down. We began to kiss, eagerly. Our hands, dumbfounded, removed every piece of clothing still remaining in our bodies. She seemed in a hurry, bursting with excitement. I was not much different.- Delicious! - Oh! I groaned as I felt her slap my ass. His hands gripping my buttocks hard, making me slide over her belly and belly. - Hit again! I ordered, resting my hands on the side of his head for better support. Camila did as I told her, stamping my ass again. I loved being marked by her hands, looking at me in the mirror the next day and smiling as I remembered the reason for all the marks. I continued to thrash against his tense muscles, feeling my cunt get wetter and wet, marking his skin with my lubrication. Camila made me slide faster over her, panting low as I looked down, watching as I moved over her. Back and forth, to the side and to the other, rotating the hip and pressing my body down. Longing, longing to enjoy it. - Come up, come here. She practically ordered, pulling me until I was on her breasts. I chose the left one to rub myself first, feeling it slap my butt. - Fucking hot, cum on my tits, enjoy. You like that, do not you? Asshole! Camila muttered between her teeth, banging my ass with every word that came out of her mouth. I moaned softly, sometimes loudly. I felt myself in the sky, floating in search of my orgasm. I felt my inner walls shut against nothing, my body shuddered and I threw myself forward, resting my hands on the wall as it spilled over my wife's breasts. - Ahhh ... ohhh ... shit. I continued moaning and swaying slowly over her, feeling the tremors subside gradually. Camila barely gave me time to recover, before I could have a reaction, she had already thrown me back on the bed and was nestling between my legs. "My turn to enjoy it to you." He pressed his hips down, our pussies rubbing. My mouth opened into a huge, round O, the sound stuck in my throat. I was still sensitive, and well oiled thanks to orgasm, which made it easier for her to roll. "I'm going to cum on that pretty little pussy, mark you with my fucking." Want it? Huh? - Oh, ah ... hmmm. - Answer me, you slut! Tell me to cum on your cunt, come on! Camila curled her hand on my left cheek, a slap without much force, but that made a loud snap resonate through the room. I smiled, I loved it when it hit my face. - Enjoy my pussy. Mark me with your fuck, I'm crazy to feel it. She smiled, practically bouncing on my lap. I stabbed my fingernails around her waist, groaning unashamedly. I was a little lacking in strength, but I had to enjoy it again. Camila moaned and howled, I love the sounds she makes when we're having sex. They are so exciting and stimulating. Camila put her right hand up my belly, smoothed it down to my breasts. He pressed the left, then the right. She caught me off guard by tapping my fingertips on each of my nipples. I moaned, loving the twinge of pleasurable pain that it did to me. His hand stopped at my neck, she smoothed it and then wrapped it around his hand, squeezing it slowly. - Moan, little bitch. Let me know how satisfied you are! And I groaned, lifting the hip of the bed to intensify our contact.Camila tightened the grip on my neck, choking me a little. That was enough to make me cum again, spouting more abundantly than before. - Hmmm ... hmmmm. I moaned, the grip on his neck not allowing me to make a sound bigger than that. I held her wrist, keeping her choking me. I loved that, enjoyed it easy when Camila held my neck. Some people find it a little sick, but I love it. - Fuck! I'm going to cum! I spread my legs wider, making it easier for her to rub her pussy against mine. It was not long before she came, marking me with her hot fuck. It's the best feeling in the world. (...) After the wonderful sex we had in Camila's room, I returned to my sad reality when I started receiving calls from my parents. They were in synch, one behind the other. Controlled and treated almost like a puppet inside the house itself, welcome to my life so exciting. "You know you can call me anytime, do not you?" Camila questioned as we headed toward an alley where her motorcycle was parked. She lives in a spacious house, used to be an abandoned building and she reformed it. From the outside it looks like a place still abandoned, and the plastered walls underscore this, but inside it is completely different. Well, taking away the mess her friends make almost everywhere. Cigarette cards, drug packs, beverage bottles and boxes of food, among other things. Her bedroom is one of the few places that can hardly be messed up. It's not as luxurious as my parents' house, but I'd rather stay here a thousand times than there. At least here I can be myself, without masks, without false happiness and I do not feel suffocated. Camila brought me back to life when I thought I would spend the rest of my days being imprisoned and manipulated by my parents. We have a plan to move when I'm eighteen, so my parents will not have rights over me. And I can be who I want. - I know, Camz. I grabbed his arm, resting my head on his shoulder. Camila kissed the top of my head, making me smile. - Here. She held out the purple helmet she had bought for me. I picked it up and put it on my head, closing it with your help. "You have not left yet, and I already miss you." I smiled, holding her by the lapel of her jacket to give her a kiss, but my eyes caught a strange movement behind her. I swallowed hard as I saw a black car parked at the end of the alley. At the sound, Camila stepped away from me, turning from the front and placing me behind her. "Do you know who it is, Camz?" I questioned myself trying not to look so terrified, but I was trembling with dread. I loved being with Camila and I was even excited about the risk we were in her life, but I was afraid of the possibility of someone killing her or something. I do not know how to live without her anymore. "No, but stay here. Her voice was calm, the tone calm. I admired the fact that she was never easily moved by anything.The driver's door opened, and no one came down, but we saw something about the door that made my eyes widen. - Damn it! Get down, Lauren! She ordered as she walked away from me to take out her weapon, which was inside her pants on her back. I only had a reaction to crouch on the floor, behind the bike and plug my ears. I felt my heart racing in my chest, my hands sweating and my vision a little blurred. The clattering noises echoing through the alley, I could hear the capsule sounds falling to the floor. I began to pray, in these moments we always remember God. I could only ask that nothing bad happen to Camila, or me. I looked her way just to make sure everything was okay, she was propped up behind one of those garbage containers. I turned my gaze to the mysterious car the moment a bald man left, a very bad choice. I barely had time to blink and Camila shot right into the middle of his party, making him fall back immediately. I opened my eyes, felt the urge to scream and run. She had killed someone ... she had killed a person right in front of me. Obviously I knew it was not the first time Camila had taken the life of a human being, but I had never witnessed it. It was the kind of thing we only see on television. - Lauren! Lauren! Are you alright? She came running to me, took me by the arms and made me stand in front of her. Camila began to inspect me, in search of some wound. "Love, are you feeling something?" Forgive me for that, I'm going to get the bastard that sent this asshole here. "I-I-" "You're in shock." Damn it! He closed his eyes tightly, lowering his head. His hands still held my arms, I felt my eyes burning. "You want to go back inside and calm down?" - Not! I denied it promptly, too frightened to remain there. - Take me away. Please, please take me home. Camila said nothing, just nodded. He took his helmet from the rear view mirror of the bike and put it on his head. - Come on, I'll take you away. He helped me onto the bike and I promptly grabbed his waist tightly. My body still trembled, the image of the guy taking a shot in the head and going through my mind all the time. I would never forget that. - Dinah? It's me. Where are you? We need a meeting now, I'm taking my Lauren home and when I come back I want you and the staff at HQ! I just love it when Camila refers to me that way. "My Lauren," she always calls me that in front of her friends. I feel important do you know? But I'm still afraid to focus on it and sigh. Is staying with Camila the same as the right thing to do? (..) As usual, Camila left me near my house, in the street in front. I had calmed down quite a bit during the way, but I was still shaking a little. It was too surreal to think that the woman I was hopelessly in love with was a murderess. Not that I did not know that. But do you know what if the eyes do not see the heart do not feel? I'd rather have never seen her kill someone, I would not be feeling this way ... aimlessly. - Are you alright? - She asked when we got off the bike. I sighed, pulling off my helmet. "I know you must be scared, if I knew that someone would try to kill me, I would never have been fooling around." "You were not to blame. I whispered, my throat burning. I fumbled, swallowing the saliva formed in my mouth. "I just ... it was real." It's not like the movies and television sitcoms. "My reality scares you a lot, does not it?" - A little. "I admit, I could not deny it anyway." Camila and I exchanged glances, she seemed to want to say something, but she was controlling herself. "But I knew it would be so. "Are you really willing to give up everything you have to live with me?" You know you will not have the protection of your parents, nor will we ever set up somewhere to marry and have a great happy family. She held my hands, looking into my eyes. "The only thing I promise you is a lot of love, and protect you with my life." You've become everything to me, Lauren. But I'll set you free if you choose. It was as if everything around him had frozen. I could see the gears inside my head, making my mind work at full speed. They had many cons, but they also had the pros. Maybe I should use the rational side and abandon Camila, follow my life with my parents and do my law school the way they want. But have you ever heard that love blinds us? - Do you know what I prefer? Spend the rest of my life by your side. That's all I want. I would not mind being blind forever, as long as I had her with me to the end.(..) 3 years later. I did not even need to open my eyes to know that she was no longer by my side. I sighed, stretching quickly before turning on my stomach and looking up at the ceiling. I smiled as I remembered our night. It was our last day in Madrid - Spain, Camila and I had lived here for about six months. It was the city we stayed the most in these last years. She insisted that we go out to dance a little tango, since learning this dance, it became a bit of our routine to go to some tango club at the weekends. We danced, had fun, drank and kissed all night. I was living a dream, it was not like I was married to a mafia known world-wide. Yes that's right. I was officially a Estrabao, since last year. We will be completing a year of marriage in a few weeks, and we will celebrate in style in our new home: Italy, more precisely in Venice. In the last three years my life has turned 180 degrees. I finished school at the insistence of Camila. My drawing was to run away without even finishing school. When I was eighteen, the first thing I did was to pack my bag, say goodbye to my brothers, and walk out the door, with no intention of returning. My parents made a circus, they even called the police and everything. But I went public, I slapped my face to say that I had left by my own will and did not need them at all. Conclusion: My parents disinherited me. They even took my name from their will, I did not get anything from them. But honestly? I did not care at the time, and I still do not care now. Camila and I moved to New York the following week when I ran away. She said she had big plans in that city, and that's where it all began. She was still affectionate with me, always was, but out of the house, with the others, she became Miss. Estrabao, the iron lady. Cold, demonic, intelligent and extremely competent. That's how they talked about it in the streets. Camila started to make good money from her business, both the parallels and small restaurants and stocks on the stock exchange, and the money from the traffic and the games business. She made her name, used and abused her intelligence to rise in life. And nowadays it is known worldwide, millionaire and unbeatable. Nobody dares to mess with her, and whoever is dumb enough to think she can, ends up sleeping with the fish. It's the expression she likes to use. Our wedding was wonderful, a great event. It was the happiest day of my life, and I never regretted having abandoned everything for Camila. Obviously even after all this time I still have not gotten used to his coldness and the ability to take a life. She treated her enemies like insects, and stomped on each of them. Especially the traitors. I remember very well the day she killed one of the guys who used to be her right arm, Drew Chadwick. She had the ability to prepare a dinner, invite him to eat and did not hesitate to stick a bullet in the middle of his forehead before he even could eat his dessert. I was shocked. I spent days without talking to her, could not accept the fact that she had done it in our house and in front of me. To this day I remember the blood streaming down Drew's face, my hysterical cries, and that devilish smile on Camila's lips. She looked like the devil himself. There were other times, mostly I managed not to see her killing someone, but the screams of horror when I witnessed torture still frighten me. Other than that, our life is wonderful.I'm going to start studying psychology in Italy, it's always been my dream to study psychology, understand the human mind and help people with problems. My parents never supported it, they said it was a career without a future, that I would not earn money or prestige helping crazy and troublesome. Fools! I was little fucking for the money, just wanted to help people and be happy doing what I like. Luckily, Camila supported me from the start and was very proud to know that I wanted to help people. So much so that she opened a bank account for me, giving me the freedom to do whatever I wanted with my money. I decided to found a charity, we are gradually gaining recognition and support from people. She is too incredible, I love her more than anything. - Are you awake? - Oh my God, Camila! I complained scared at the sound of her voice, I sat on the bed with my hands on my chest, not even aware that the sheet had fallen and exposed my breasts. She was sitting in her armchair near the glass door leading to the balcony of our suite. Hates was beginning to dawn, so it was possible to see his body. She wore a red silk robe, open, without a bra, and a red panties that looked like lace. I moistened my lips, getting excited at the sight of that wonderful Latina. "Forgive me, I did not mean to frighten you. She smiled, before taking the cigar that was between her fingers to her mouth. Just then I noticed that she was smoking, on her thigh had a glass of whiskey. "Enjoying the vision?" He spoke as he released the smoke from his mouth at the same time, that curtain of smoke on his face made her even warmer. Damn! She knows what she's doing to me when she's smoking, especially being like that, half-naked. "You know how I feel about you, do not come cynically. Camila giggled. I got up from the bed, walking toward her completely naked. She rested her arms on the armrest, looking me up and down. "Enjoying the vision?" I sat on his lap, with one leg on either side of his body. "Who's being cynical now?" I ran my short nails lightly around her neck, up to her chin where I held it with her fingertips. I stretched out my neck and pressed my lips together in a long, tight seal. - I learned from the best. I moved away, running my tongue over my lips to capture the taste of whiskey mixed with chocolate cigars. They were Camila's favorites. "I was sitting here thinking. Camila set the whiskey on the table beside her, passed the cigar to her other hand and placed it in the ashtray. His hands going to my legs, caressing them. "Did you ever imagine that you would be like this at the age of twenty?" - As? "Married to a maverick super dangerous and hot, living like a nomad from country to country?" I rolled my eyes at his arrogance. "No." I confessed, Camila looked at me calmly. "But I wanted to be married to someone hot, I'm sure." And thank you for marrying a hot, wonderful and super loving woman. She smiled, adoring every word that came out of my mouth. "Would you change your life if you had the opportunity?" You know, a normal life with any other woman. No risks, no bad guys and no deaths. An ordinary life. Would it change? It took me only a few seconds to think about it, no more time was needed. I had no doubts, I loved her very much and I was happy at her side. How could I deny it? She gives me everything, besides being super caring and careful. I leaned forward, kissing her slowly before answering without breaking our mouths. "I'm where I should be. •••
