All Chapters of The mafia's sweet seductress : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alejandro's POV I bite my tongue and force myself to brush it of. But all I want to do is strangle the person who started that stupid fucking nickname. I wasn't her little patatino. Her little patatino wouldn't be on his way to the docks to check on his drug and firearm shipments because there's word someone's stealing his shit.Her little patatino wouldn't need to store three loaded guns in the console next to her knee.And her little patatino wouldn't then be on his way to persuade an arms dealer working for the competition to work for him, at one of his clubs. She was fucking delusional. But I keep my mouth shut and let her have this. Knowing that I couldn't find it in me to tell her to stop, anyways. So instead, I lean forward and bid her goodbye the same fucked up way she'd been doing to me these past few weeks. I brush my lips against hers and kiss her. I wasn't big on kissing. Never found the big appeal. I didn't kiss the women I fucked often unless they were too loud an

Camila's POV High school parties aren't my scene. People standing around with nothing to talk about and shitty music? I would much rather be at a club. Wild college parties however, is an area I have yet to explore. But by the looks of it, I already know I'm not gonna like it. This frat house is too small to fit this many people and the people are too loud for their own good. Ava ditched us a while ago saying she was going home with some sorority chick, leaving Mason and I to fend for ourselves.The only other person that hated this more than I did was Mason. He didn't like big crowds, and college kids weren't appealing to him. "Let's get drunk. I wanna forget I'm here." He murmurs from behind me. "Sure-" I say but before I can finish my sentence, I'm shoved by someone who stumbles past me. I glare at his fat head, "Watch where the fuck you're going shrek!" The guy ignores me and keeps moving throughout the crowd as I pull up my nose up in disgust. I officially hated college pa

Camila's POV Something was off. After a silent car ride home, Alejandro not only accompanied me up to my bedroom, but went as far as to do an entire walk through of the space, seeming to be in search for something, only leaving when he seemed satisfied. But not before telling me to find him immediately after getting ready for bed.And when he disappeared without another word for the next two hours with a bunch of the other men, including Ethan who came by and crushed me to him in a hug, I knew something was up. It was nearly two am when I sobered up and finished my night routine. I showered, did my skincare before slipping on a brown nightie, one that complimented my tan skin. The nightie was fairly short and so, I opted for covering it up with a short silk robe, one that went to mid thigh, it was cute, save for the sparkling belt but I needed the belt to hide what was underneath. Besides I'd take it off once I got into bed, into Alejandro's bed. I make my way down the hall, tow

Camila's POV "Che Cazzo?" I hear him say from behind me, his voice sharp and all traces of fatigue long gone. (What the fuck?)I blink and then blink again, my heart still pounding in surprise at the fact that for a split moment, Alejandro was voluntarily touching me. Alejandro hastily sits up."You couldn't handle the rum. I should have never let you drink in here." He mumbles and I turn my body around to see him scooting away from me while he sits up against the headboard. "I'm completely sober, and it's not like I suffocated you with my groin like you did the other night." I mumble.He snaps his head towards me, his eyes staring at me in complete outrage. "What did you just say?" He snaps, lifting the covers to my chest as if trying to shield my body from his eyes. I offer a shrug as I lay on my back to stare at the ceiling. "Haven't you ever wondered why I didn't spend the night last time I said I would?" I can feel his gaze on the side of my face. "You were too much of a horny

Camila's POV "I..." I stammer, not knowing what to say but it's like he's not entirely listening to me, instead he's working himself up. "Now you don't have anything to fucking say" He spits. He looks down at me and the look on his face is so degrading."Look at you. You're in my fucking bed touching yourself and-cazzo where the fuck did you put your underwear?" He asks working himself up so much that I see the veins in his neck start to pop. (Fuck)And that's when all my confidence vanishes. But he's not done. "Cover yourself up." He spits looking down at me in disgust like I'm some cheap whore. My initial reaction is to cry because of how mean he's being and how cheap and shitty I feel but another part of me-a deeper darker part of me - one that I never even knew existed, finds it even more arousing. So much so that I feel the need to clench my legs together but I don't. I try to stay still, I really do, but I can't help but slightly wiggle in discomfort and I guess I'm not as