Camila Almada's POV
I have been waiting for him to make the first move but I guess I have to tease Nicolas so that he will not getaway. Not this time and I will make sure of that. If I have to keep him to the bed by binding his hands and legs, I will fucking do it.
I was kissing him with hunger as he was striding into the master bedroom, the bed that I slept in last night, the bed where Nicolas has been spending his time with his other mistresses.
Mistresses.
That thought alone made me stopped my assault on his kissable, full lips as I was looking into his eyes. Eyes that were darkening with hunger and lust to ravish me to the fullest.
"What's the matter?" He asked me as he was putting me onto the bed gently as if I would break at any moment. oh, I will break. Break his fucking neck! My eyes must be deadly as he was chuckling darkly at me.
"if you were thinking that I ever had another woman in this bed, yes I did," he said as if he can read my mind.
