Chapter six

"You were just another desperate girl, Camellia."

Camelia couldn't believe what she was hearing. Normally, she wasn't the emotional type, she was rather nonchalant but his words pierced into her deeper than she cared to admit.

 Another Desperate girl? The words rang in, repeating itself over and over again in her head. 

Obviously she couldn't be nonchalant, she had fucking given him her everything. Her body. Her innocence. Her will... 

Her virginity. 

She couldn't bear it anymore, her hands fisted, her eyes narrowed. Before she could stop herself, her fist landed hard against his cheeks, hot and aggressive. Her punch wasn't weak, it left a mark on his cheeks. 

Mateo did not budge, he stayed still. 

Normally he would have brought out his pocket knife, the one tucked beneath his jacket. And In a movement so slick, he would have slit her throat...

If she weren't Camellia Moretti. A woman who left him vulnerable, acting out of character. 

"Another desperate girl, right?..." She yelled at him. She was clearly past the point of reasoning, 

Mateo knew he couldn't afford to get closer to her. But watching her hurt like that was torture to him. 

But he couldn't overstep boundaries, the Requiem wasn't to be messed with. 

Another desperate girl? The words sent venom to her blood. Her punch wasn't enough. 

The pain he caused her hurt more than her punch could ever. 

She felt her breath catch, her fingers held on to the rails of the balcony. Her nails scraping. She didn't know why she cared this much. 

She immediately turned to him, she couldn't mask the emotions in her voice, no matter how much she tried to, her hands kept trembling at her sides.

 "I can't believe that was all I was to you. " she whispered, her voice broke. "Just another one of your many conquests? Another stupid girl that fell right into your bin. One you could easily toss away."

Mateo couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear pain her words had stirred in him. But he had to stay away, away from Requiem's property. 

He feigned nonchalance, his eyes stared Impassively as he exhaled slowly, running his hand over his face in exhaustion. His dark gray shirt held on to his muscular frame tightly, he didn't wear a tie, all his buttons were buttoned up. 

He was perfect at hiding his own regrets and emotions, not even his eyes showed his pain. They were cold and piercing .

"I warned you, Camellia," he murmured. "I warned you not to trust me."

She laughed out bitterly. 

"No, you didn't. You played me... After that night, you truly became a ghost. You..."

Mateo's jaw tightened. "You never reached out. But it doesn't matter now... you belong to Requiem now. To him." His voice was laced with an emotion she couldn't decipher, something unreadable.

Camellia felt angered, her nails dug into her palm. "I... Do. Not. Belong. To. Anyone. Especially not to the Requiem."

He wished that was true, but he knew it wasn't. In just a few weeks, she was to become Camellia Ricci, lord helps those who intended to go close to her. Before he could reply, footsteps sounded on the ground. 

Alejandro.

Before he arrived, they both felt his presence—dangerous and consuming. His eyes grew darker immediately they flickered from Camellia to Mateo, he didn't say anything, yet Mateo felt the need to explain. 

Mateo straightened himself up locking eyes with Alejandro, searching to see if there was any danger in his eyes. "We were just talking," he explained. 

Alejandro stepped closer to Camellia, his fingers wrapped round her arm as he pulled her away possessively. 

Then his eyes returned back to Mateo, issuing a threat. 

"Oh, I’m sure you were," he said, his lips were pursed together. 

 " Mateo, now that I am here... there’s nothing left for you to say to my fiancée."

Camellia wanted to correct him, pull away from his grip, but his grip became even tighter around her arm. 

Mateo chuckled, for some reason he felt angered by Alejandro’s words. Irritation creeping in his tone. 

"Of course. The Requiem always takes what they want. "

Alejandro did not smile, his expression stern. "And we always make sure to keep what's ours." He pulled her closer, his grip hurting. His eyes return to Mateo, threatening.   

"That you should know. Don't cross me, Mateo... Since, you're done talking, walk away. "

Camellia watched Mateo. She could see the anger that flashed his eyes, even Mateo was scared of Alejandro. Just how powerful was the Requiem for a man like Alejandro to feel fear?

Camellia felt his eyes on her, they darkened as they looked at her one last time before he turned away, heading back into the mansion.   

Something about his stare sent a shiver down her spine. From his eyes, she could tell that he was holding himself back and importantly... 

He wanted her.

In the darkest depths of his dangerous eyes, she found his longing. 

Alejandro sighed, swiftly he pulled Camellia, forcing her to face him. 

"You are mine, Camellia. You belong to me..." His grip tightened. 

"Are you that naive? Talking to another man when you are mine?"

Camellia stiffened at his words, her eyes flashing defiance. 

"I don’t belong to anyone, Alejandro. Especially not you. "

He loosened his grip. His fingers go up, curling under her chin, forcing her eyes to look up at his. 

"Keep deluding yourself, Camellia. In a few weeks... " His fingers trailed down her chin to her neck. 

"I'II truly claim you." he murmured softly.

Then he leaned closer, his lips brushing over hers.

Claim her? 

Camellia felt her breath catch, her heart banged heavily in her chest.  

 For the first time, she was confused about her feelings. She was quite sure if she hated the idea of being owned by Alejandro…

 or if she was starting to crave the true feeling of being his.