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I’m about to take off back to my penthouse when I decide to check the security footage of Amalia again. Pulling up the app, I click on the feed to her room, and the irritation that filled me from Cassidy’s run-in turns into fucking rage when I take in the scene before me.
Amalia’s in her room, but she’s not by herself. From the man bun to the shirtless, beefy fucking frame, my guess is it’s Carlos with her, and the heat takes over my face so fast it feels like I’m about to explode.
He has her spread out on her bed in her bra, kissing his way down her stomach.
I turn the volume up on my phone as I watch the scene unfold before my eyes.
I swear to fucking?—
“Mmmm, fucking hell, Amalia. You have no idea how much I’ve missed this,” Carlos groans.
“Shut up and just make me come, Carlos,” she says, then buries her head back into the pillow.
I zero in on my phone. What woman doesn’t want a man to talk dirty to her during sex?
My eyes are glued to my phone screen like a sick fucking pervert watching porn in his car. Carlos hovers over her bare pussy and attempts to speak again, but she stops him. It’s almost as if she wants this little fuck session to be done and over with.
He brings his mouth down to her pussy, and the thrumming of my heartbeat sounds in my ears. I grip my phone so tightly I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter to pieces in my hands.
My attention is drawn back to Amalia, who hasn’t made a noise yet. I’m about to question if she’s even fucking enjoying this when a small whimper finally escapes her lips.
After a few seconds, her moans get louder and she’s pressing her head back into the pillow. “I’m coming,” she cries out, and I narrow my gaze on her as she reaches her climax.
I clench my teeth tightly and continue watching the small screen.
Carlos brings himself up to hover over her body. He tries to go in for a kiss, but she presses her hands into his chest and says, “Well, thanks for that” before pushing him until he gets the hint to roll off her.
Damn. That’s cold-blooded.
“That’s it?” Carlos asks, the shock in his voice ringing through my phone.
“You know the rules, Carlos,” she says, rolling onto her side so her back is toward him and she’s facing the direction of my camera.
He waits a few seconds, looking like he wants to say something else to her but decides otherwise. Pushing himself up from the bed, he silently exits her room.
I bring my attention back to Amalia and zoom the camera in on her face. Her eyes are closed, and I slide my gaze down the sheet draped over her body. When I bring my attention back to her face, my heart falters when her eyes are already open and pinned right on me.It’s as if she…
No.
There’s no fucking way.
Amalia closes her eyes again, but I see the smallest uptick at the corner of her mouth.
Is that a fucking smirk?
This fucking girl knows I’m watching her.
I let out a low chuckle and shake my head. “Oh, we’ll see who’s laughing last, Little Hellion.”
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AMALIA
Icontinue to lie in bed after Carlos leaves my room, fully knowing I need to take a shower to wash his scent off me. There’s no way of knowing if Vincenzo witnessed what just happened, but something tells me he’s on that camera more often than not.
I’m still not sure what came over me. Using Carlos to get under Vincenzo’s skin like that was immature, but the man grates on my nerves. As a bigfuck youto him, I hope he did witness it.
The door to my bedroom opens and I let out a sigh, dreading that Carlos has come back. “Out, Carlos.” He doesn’t respond, but I hear the door shut.
