Page 36 of Defy

Deciding to fuck with Camila just a little - because falling back into my old ways has been more fun than I expected, I tell her, “Rosie was able to take it all.”

No, she didn’t. Her lips never even touched me, but the taunt works and before I know it, Camila’s lips are flush with my pubic bone, no part of my dick visible and her right hand clamps firmly around my balls.

“Fuck.”I grind out as she moans around me. I place my right hand carefully on the back of her head while my left stays on the wheel.

There is no pushing her off of me; Camila is out for blood…well, cum. And I do… so violently I have to pull over for a second to recover.

She starts to bring the rest of her body over the center console before I can start moving the car again and I have to hold out a hand to stop her.

“Easy, Camila. I gave you what you wanted, now it’s time to return the favor. I need information.” She looks like she’s going to argue for half a second, but instead sits back down in the seat. “Tell me when my mother is planning to put Libby behind the bar at the club.”

If Camila can tell me the plan, then everything I did tonight was worth it.

She picks up on the possessiveness in my voice and gives me a pitying, yet mocking, look. “Next Monday. Originally, your mom was going to make her dance in the cage. I don’t know why she changed her mind and decided to put her behind the bar. But whatever. Imelda wants everyone talking about her so when they auction her off, Mateo’s only options will be to either lose his only other daughter or go bankrupt trying to prevent her from the same fate as her sister.”

I hear my teeth snap together as I clench my jaw. I smack the seat beside me with my right hand sending a shockwave of pain up to my shoulder.

“Fuck.”

The expletive said both due to the pain as well as the plan. I thought it may be something like this but stupidly, I also thought maybe they’d just taunt Mateo Santos privately with the knowledge that his only other child had also landed behind the Hielo palace walls. But of course not. They want to shame him in front of every business associate and underling either family has ever dealt with.

Camila jumps at my outburst, correctly guessing one of the reasons for it.

“Why do you care?” she barks at me.

“I feel responsible for her, Camila. Can you understand that? She didn’t ask to come here. I was trying to help her because her life’s been shit and all I did was lead her to the worst possible place on the fucking planet.”

Maybe it was oversharing but at least it seemed to work. Camila backed off a little and even made a confession of her own.

“I hate you for leaving,” she says quietly. “I hate whatever she is to you because it was supposed to be me.” She finally relents and looks at me. The truth in her eyes is unmistakable. Camila may hate me for leaving but some part of her is still in love with me. I just can’t tell which emotion is stronger. “She’s doing fine, Dominic,” Camila continues. “She’s quiet. She doesn’t argue with Imelda. She doesn’t stand a chance though. Once Imelda told me she belongs to Mateo Santos—”

“She doesn’t belong to Mateo. Shebelongs to me.”

Camila’s eyes flash dark with jealous anger and I know the moment is over. She doesn’t want to be reminded that I’ve chosen Libby and I’ve just made it painfully clear that I used Camila. She shuts down and turns to stare out her window. The last thing she says to me may be the most truthful thing yet. “You had everything, Dominic. You could have had it again but you’re making the wrong choice.”

I think back to her mouth on me only a few minutes ago and guilt smashes into me. Ialreadymade the wrong choice knowing Camila will likely tell Libby about this the first chance she gets.

When we get back home, she proves me right.

I climb out of the Mercedes with Camila in tow and head around the back of the house. She laces our fingers together and wraps her other arm around my biceps, clinging to me as if to say she’s sorry. Before I can pull my hand away, I hear a small gasp. Libby’s sitting at a table with my mother on the veranda. She tries to erase the emotion on her face but I see it before she can hide it. She can’t hide from me anyway. Nor I, her.

When Camila spies Libby, she grips my hand tighter so even though I want to let go, I can’t without forcibly yanking my hand from her. I flash Camila a quick warning glare. Thankfully, she eases her pressure.

Libby won’t meet my eyes.

I inwardly groan as I realize I’m playing into all of her fears.

“What are you doing out here?” I ask, addressing anyone who will answer. My hand not currently caught in Camila’s grasp is in the pocket of my pants and I’m aiming for casual but it’s hard to remain this way when I see the hurt on Libby’s face. I feel like shit because this time I can’t soothe her pain by telling her nothing happened.

“Just getting a bit of fresh air, dear.” My mother looks at Camila and I’s clasped fingers and arches a manicured eyebrow. “I see your evening went well.” She flashes a smile toward Camila but a grimace at me and I wonder now if it was my mother who setmeup, or me who setCamilaup. Either way, I have the feeling that everyone is getting played tonight.

Camila turns into me and rubs her hand across my chest. “I missed him so much. I can’t believe he’s finally home.” I remove my hand from my pocket to pull her hand off of me and finally release myself from her grasp and create a little space.

“I’m happy for you, dear.” And then because she is colder than the ice-witch, my mother adds, “But remember, you have no future with him. He’s royalty here. Fuck him all you want, but don’t let your heart get attached. He needs an equal.”

Her arrogance and callousness irritate the hell out of me. Not to mention the fact that she thinks she has any say over who I fuck or the even bigger fact that she’s talking about it at all.

“Imelda,” I snap.

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