PYKE
“Camila, what are you doing here?” Seeing her looks broken makes me want to kill that bastard. I don’t know why I ignored Bash’s warning about Gray. Now, I’m blaming myself for what happened to her.
“Can I come in?” Her voice wheezes.
Her bloodshot and puffy eyes flash with sadness. She looks like she cried all day. She puts a misty pink scarf around her neck to hide her bruise, and a carnation pink gloss on her lips. She’s only wearing a simple red shirt and tight black jeans under her brown cashmere coat, but still, she manages to allure me.
“Does Wright know you’re coming?”
She lowers her gaze down. I don’t even know why I bother asking, of course, Kyland won’t allow her to see me again.
“You should be on bed rest. Your throat is not healed yet. The last thing you should do is to be here. Let me drive you home, Babe.”
“I don’t want to stay at home, Pyke. I’m gonna be insane,” she says, playing the strap of her bag.
“Babe, you almost died there. He almost…” I swallow hard. If I was just a second late, I don’t know if I can take it. “…raped you, and it’s all because of me,” I say calmly, but deep inside I’m burning with anger.
“That’s why I’m here, Pyke. I need you. I’m gonna be crazy alone in my apartment. Kyland is furious, and I just dropped the bomb on them and they didn’t take it well. Meg is out of town and Bianca is pregnant. I can’t go to Auntie Carissa with my mind like this. She doesn’t know what happened to me, and I don’t want her to worry about me. I’ve nowhere else to go, please?” Her eyes start to water. Her voice starts to tremble. God!
I can’t watch her cry again. Not again. Not when I’m around. It feels like my heart is split into two. And I’ve been worried sick since I left her at the hospital.
I sigh helplessly. “Then you shouldn’t be driving. Let me grab my keys. I’ll send you home.”
“No, Pyke!” she exclaims, “I didn’t come here just for you to send me back. Did you not hear me? I need you, I want you, and I want to forget what happened yesterday. You’re the only person who can make me forget.”
“What do you want me to do, Camila? How can I make you forget? When I am the reason why you were harmed because I ignored Bash’s warning?”
“Make me forget. Just do whatever you want to do to me, Pyke. Have sex with me.”
It catches me off guard at her last words. I have to blink to confirm if it’s coming from her, or I just misheard her.
“How does sex will help you forget, Camila?” My brow slants in strong disapproval. “He didn’t touch you. I can’t take advantage of you when you’re so vulnerable.”
“Please...” A single tear falls from her eye.
I breathe deeply, close my eyes shut, and hums the pain of knowing Gray laid his hands on her. If nothing happened yesterday, she doesn’t have to beg. I already give her what she wants in an instant. But now, I’m not a total asshole to grant her request.
“Babe, come inside, but I’m not gonna have sex with you.” I open the door wider and let her in.
“Is it because...” she hesitates.
“Because?”
“Because I’m just an ordinary girl?” She doesn’t move, just wiping her tears from her face while her gaze glued to the floor.
“How the fuck did you come up with that idea?” My voice thunders in the entire floor. She flinches the moment my words come out so loud from my mouth.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to frighten you.” I rake my fingers through my hair. Why she suddenly lost her confidence? The sassy Camila I know is now cowering in front of me.
“Babe, did that motherfucker say something to you?” I ask firmly, demanding an answer.
She doesn’t have to say anything. I get the answer right straight from her reaction. I pull her into a hug. She shakes to cry in my arms. I’ve never been so emotionally attached to anyone out of my family circle, but the moment I saw that bastard was hovering her, I know Camila mean so much to me.
I run my fingers on her chocolate lacks, kissing the top of her head, and inhaling her vanilla and wildflower scent.
“Forget whatever he said to you, Babe. He doesn’t know anything about you.” My voice turns raspy at the end of my words. “He is nothing but an aggressive, manipulative, and a liar,” I whisper in her ear. “Did you hear me? Don’t let his words get into your head. Let’s get inside, shall we?” I guide her into my apartment right to my living room.
“Sit on the couch, I’ll get you something to drink.” I kiss her forehead and stride toward my kitchen.
I come back bringing us two glasses of red wine and a bottle of water. I almost stop when I see her in the same position, staring blankly at the wall.
“Babe?”
Her head snaps at me and smiles timidly. She already took off her scarf. “I don’t drink wine.”
“Oh, never ever?”
She gives me a shake of her head.
“You don’t drink coffee, not even wine. What do you drink then?”
“That water will do.” She points at the water on my hand.
“That’s boring,” I joke. I place the wine glasses on the table and offer her the bottled water after squeezing the lid open.
“Thanks,” she whispers.
“You’re welcome. Are you hungry? It’s almost dinner.” I take a sip of my wine.
She glumly shakes her head.
“Babe, don’t let his words get into your brain. You are a brave, intelligent, and stronger woman I’ve ever met. Don’t let an evil win over you.”
“Then prove it to me.” She drinks the water. How does drinking water ever look sexy? She looks hot as her throat bobs up and down, draining the bottle to half-empty.
My jaw clenches as I think of how she’s gonna swallow my cum down her throat.
Fuck! I am not supposed to think about her that way when she’s almost got molested.
I don’t even notice she’s already staring at me intently. I place down the glass.
“Come here.” I gesture my finger on her.
Camila looks hesitant. My brows raise quizzically. She moves closer to me, but not enough for our skin to touch.
“I mean on my lap, Camila.” I hold her hand as she straddles on my lap, looking shy.
“Wrap your arms around my neck. Open your legs and wrap them around my waist. Move your gorgeous tits near my face.”
She does as I told her to. “Does that aches?” she asks looking at my face.
“Forget about my face, Babe.” My gaze cruises her face, from her almond-shaped eyes that eyeing me demurely, down to her full lips. Her tongue darts out to lick them with anticipation.
“Don’t do that.” I let my cock poke her warm covered pussy to let her feel how hard I am. “Can you feel me? Do you know how much control I put in when I’m with you?” I can still feel our body heat regardless of the clothes we are wearing.
She answers me by shaking her head.
“Probably a thousand times compared to when I’m with other women flirting with me. That’s how strong you affect me, Babe. I’ve never been so boner that it aches so much.”
“I ache for you, too, Pyke,” she whispers.
My heart thunders in my ribcage to hear that she also wants me.
“What is your sexual fantasy, Camila?” I study her with pierced scrutiny. Her eyes widen and blink with innocence.
“Answer me, and I will make it come true.”
“I don’t know. I never thought of that,” she rushes her answer. Her face turns pink.
“What do you think of me then?” I ask, teasing her a little bit.
“Um, your tongue,” she mumbles, biting her lip.
“Where do you want my tongue on you?”
“Everywhere.”
“I think I did that already.”
“I don’t know.”
I framed her face with my hands, closing the gap between our faces. Kissing Camila is what I wanted since she showed up at my door.
I missed her lips on mine. She just tastes so sweet with pure passion and something more—something that I can be lost in our own world, and just be with her. I take her willingly in as her tongue caresses my lips. I hold the back of her head, giving her better access to deepen the kiss. Her tongue strokes mine—so slow, and teasing until I can’t hold my moan any longer.
Our hands are busy exploring the long-lost treasures that we missed to touch each other, tracing every scorching hot skin under our clothes. The kiss quicken, more demanding until the sparks turn into a fire—a wildfire. My cock twitches against my pants as she presses her core more against mine.
She feels so good to be true. She feels like home. Camila is my home.
“Stand up, Babe,” I coo in between pant.
“I want you.” I admire her for being vocal about what she wants.
“I know, Babe. Now, just do as I say,” I insist as I caress her cheeks with my thumbs.
“Do you trust me?”
She nods.
“I want more than just nods when I’m talking to you, Babe.”
“Okay.”
“Now, stand up there on that wall?” I point to the glass wall covered with curtains.
Her desire-filled eyes dart to where I point. She stands up shakily, making her ass almost stumble on the coffee table.
“I take that as excitement,” I say half laughing.
She shifts her angry glare at me as she sways her ass towards the glass wall. “Why am I here, Pyke?” Her brows knit in confusion.
I press the remote button of the dark brown curtains. The curtains whoosh open to both corners giving the skyscrapers of the city come to view with colors of incandescent lights. I stand up and saunter toward her.
“Now you have five seconds to back out,” I hint as I lock gaze with her, searching for an answer through her eyes. “I’ll make you forget your own name if you say yes.”
Dear Lord, don’t make her say no because what I’m about to do is my fantasy over Camila