Camilla's POV
Flashback
The night was cool and dark. My bare foot touched the cold sand. My light dress made it easy for the wind to kiss my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself to stay warm while looking out at the sea.
There was the distant sound of crashing waves breaking against the beach but other than that, nothing could be heard.
I gasped when I felt someone touch me, "Mi Amore, I was looking for you." His deep voice was filled with concern.
Turning around, I looked into the face of the man who had just said those words. He was dressed in a black tee and shorts, his brown hair falling over his forehead.
"I forgot my phone," I replied as I turned back around to look at the view. His arm snaked around my waist and he pulled me closer to him.
He sighed in contentment before he whispered,
"This place isn't exactly crowded right now." My body responded by leaning back against his warm chest. It was only natural. He was beautiful.
I could feel his heartbeat as it pulsated through his shirt. Every once in a while, his lips would graze mine.
My heart jumped as he brushed my ear with his lips. "I want you," he breathed into my neck and the heat of his breath made goosebumps rise along my skin, "Forever,"
His breath smelled sweet and sent shivers through my spine. His fingers tangled themselves in my hair as he lifted my chin so that our eyes locked together.
With the moonlight shining down onto us, his blue eyes glistened and shined like emeralds. They were beautiful and enchanting.
His lips travelled down to the base of my neck and then trailed up towards my jawline. I shivered and closed my eyes tightly, waiting for what came next.
He continued and kissed the corner of my mouth. I whimpered slightly and opened my eyes to see what he was doing.
He was staring deeply into my eyes, his eyes searching for something. Then his eyes fell on my lips and he smirked mischievously.
Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly against mine, not allowing any space for air.
I moaned softly into his mouth and he bit his lip, letting his teeth scrape gently over it. The sensation made my toes curl and my head swim.
His lips moved slowly against mine, teasingly, "You taste good."
At one point he lightly sucked on my bottom lip and I opened my mouth slightly to give him access to deepen the kiss.
As he explored my mouth, he ran his hand up my thigh, cupping the back of my leg in his hand. With every movement, his grip on me tightened.
His other hand slid down to the small of my back and rested comfortably there.
Our kisses became more intense and passionate. Our tongues battled for dominance over each other.
Our bodies pressed against each other, making my legs tremble with desire. We were completely entranced by each other. We lost ourselves completely in the kiss.
There was no doubt about it. We loved each other. We wanted each other. This was the last thing we both needed.
His hands moved between my thighs, rubbing soothing circles. I arched my hips and rubbed against him, begging for more.
He groaned and shifted, pressing himself even closer to me. He was so close that I could feel his hardness.
His fingers continued to rub my clit, sending shivers down my spine.
The action sent more electric shocks through me. I couldn't help the little moans that escaped my throat.
He pulled away slightly and whispered, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
My heart stopped the question, remembering the promise we both made when we were seventeen,
"Pablo," Hearing my low voice, he remembered too.
He placed one of his hands under my chin and raised my face so that our eyes met.
He smiled at me.
"I won't force you. But please know that I will always be here for you and no matter how long this lasts, I'll never let you go."
I nodded while biting my lips, almost regretting my decision.
Today I regret it completely.
That was the only chance we got that close and I threw it away when the future was uncertain. Now that I was the wife of this billionaire sleeping next to me, the thought of sleeping with him intensified my worries.
Today I was saved. He was tired and went to sleep but tomorrow was uncertain.
Would I get hurt too much? Would he even care if that happened? All these heavy questions lingered inside my head as I continued to watch the peaceful Marcus.
Wait, What if he wakes up now?
What if he suddenly is strong and horny enough to want it right now? What if he tries to make some move? Will he rape me?
The whole night, no matter how much I convinced myself that it'd be fine if I slept a little, my eyes didn't close.
The sun took over the sky. As the light filtered in, it illuminated my bedding like molten metal. My eyes stung, and my throat felt dry as a desert. But I didn't care.
"Good morning, Princess" If someone heard him just now. He would think this is the loveliest couple of the year. He would say, 'Oh my god, she's lucky and this guy looks...so damn sexy.' Funny idea.
"Good Morning,"
"Come on. Kiss me," Marcus reached out towards me and pulled me towards him. I resisted but eventually gave in to him.
His lips were now on mine, but I didn't respond. I was like a dead person. "Hey. C'mon. Don't leave me hanging. Kiss me already!" Marcus groaned impatiently.
I didn't want to. He kissed me again and I remained like a corpse. He pulled from the kiss and looked at me with a devil smile.
His hand aggressively found its way to my chick. He slapped me so hard and so passionately across my left cheek, that my cheekbone almost cracked.
"That's for not obeying your husband," he growled before getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom. The slam of the door echoed through the room.
Welcome to your new life, Camilla.
In a few minutes, he came back again with a white towel wrapped around his waist.
"Get ready. We are heading to your new home," He threw me a small black leather bag. The bag contained clothes, shoes and toiletries.
Speaking of home. Did he even know the meaning of it? One thing I knew for sure was neither he nor his house would comfort me enough to feel at home.
Marcus said as he started to undress himself. He began removing the towel slowly, his skin glistening underneath, making the muscles stand out.
His chest was well-defined, sculpted by his efforts. He was beautiful and so hot. Except his cold soul froze everything else about him.
No matter how attractive he was, I could not think of wanting to spend a single minute with him.
As he removed his lower towel. I looked aside.
I hated him. I despised every inch of his existence.
He was a monster. He used me against my weakness.
After both of us were ready. Marcus in his suit and me in my red long dress, we headed outside the hotel where we were met with two cars waiting for us.
"Now you're going to your new home while I'm going to work. Behave if you don't want first bad impressions on my maids and workers. understood?" I nodded.
The chauffeurs were waiting for us, dressed impeccably in perfectly pressed suits that fit them as though tailored perfectly.
One of them carried a black briefcase tucked under his arm. He was handsome, tall and blond, his features strikingly similar to Marcus's.
He opened the door for Marcus while I opened the door to my car myself and parted ways for now.
The ride was silent. I could no longer think. I've had a tank of emotions nonstop for days straight. Now I didn't know how to feel.
Looking at how everything turned out, I started laughing. The driver raised an eyebrow as I saw him from the front mirror
"Are you okay, ma'am," His face tightened with concern.
"Just keep driving,"
After an hour and a half maybe, we finally reached the destination.
The Del Monte dynasty.
There was a security gate. Guards watched us as we drove closer to them. Once we pulled up to the gates, they opened them to allow us entrance.
The mansion was huge. The front yard was immaculately landscaped. There was a large fountain in front of the mansion.
Trees were lining the drive and a pool was at the end of it. Behind the mansion was a set of gardens with different varieties of flowers.
The guard opened the car door for me and a beautiful woman with long shoulder-length hair and a perfectly tailored suit greeted me, "Mrs. Del Monte, welcome to your new home,"
Before I could say a word, a tall muscular guy appeared out of the blue.
He was shirtless and only wore dark trousers. His skin was tan. In his hand was a pruning shear. His face was obscured by a broad-brimmed hat.
Everyone's attention turned to him as he continued pruning the flowers along the wall of the mansion.
This man felt familiar
"Mr. Montenegro, what kind of games are you playing? Can't you give respect to the lady of the house?"
And where had I seen this guy?