The Billionaire's Obsession

Chapter 2: You are not Camilla

Rebecca

I took hastened steps toward the hallway leading to the restroom. The moment I got inside the restroom, I locked the door behind me and rushed to the tap.

That blonde guy— Aaron. He had to attend to the organizers himself cause there was no way on earth I would.

I grabbed my handkerchief and sneezed into it. f*****g hell.

This wasn't exactly what I expected. Definitely not how I planned this exploration. I stood in front of the tap without opening it. I raised my head to the mirror and my reflection hit me.

I was on the mask and the red lipstick was still on my lips. It took me a lot of effort to get the perfect lip for the night.

I wasn't very comfortable in my dress but I needed to stay calm about that. Attending a party like this needed utmost composure and looking sexy was an icing on the cake.

I really wished this was a normal party where I could get drunk, kiss a random stranger, dance with him all night, and run back home without getting caught.

Unfortunately, I had to pose like I was someone else and now my night was already scripted on how it should go.

I checked my phone and it was 9:38 pm already.

"Holy s**t," I blurted. I removed my phone from airplane mode and saw I had five new texts.

Mom: Don't come home late, Sweetie.

Amelia: Text me when you get there.

Amelia: It's been two hours, please tell me you're safe.

Amelia: Are you there? I'm worried. Call me as soon as you see this

Amelia: Rebecca stop. Just come back already.

"Oh shit."

I should have texted her the moment I got here but I was carried away watching those strippers.

I figured I'd be able to call her later on and even show her around on a video call but I didn't know s**t would turn out like this.

I contemplated responding to the texts but that would only make her angry and ask me to return home.

Wait. I needed her to know I was okay too so I texted her back.

Me: Having fun, sorry. I'll be home soon.

I sent the text and waited for it delivered. When it did, I took a deep breath. I slid the phone back into my purse and contemplated staying.

If I stayed, I'd have to explain the f*****g organizers who I barely know a thing about.

And if I leave? Someone might notice me and create a f*****g scene.

I scoffed at how confusing my situation was when the door squeaked open and a guy walked in. He looked dangerously powerful and his trimmed stubble added to his rugged appearance.

He was dressed in a silky shirt tucked fiercely in his chinos.

He looked older, like someone who could be ten years older than me but he looked so hot that I couldn't help but notice his features.

I swallowed hard and tried to act like I didn't notice him but it was obvious he was heading in my direction.

He walked closer to me and closed the gap between us. "Camilla this is business."

He pressed his finger under my chin and pulled me in close. He glared at me for a heartbeat, and I got nervous that he was telling a difference.

I swallowed hard and stepped back but he still took a step closer till he was right in my face. He held my neck and I tried to move back but I was now leaning on the wall.

"I can—"

"Why are you being stubborn?" He asked and I noticed how his brows arched in irritation.

"I— I'm not in the mood," I managed to stutter. I needed to keep up the act to get away from here.

"So are you in the mood for this?" I wondered what he was asking but he kissed me before I had the chance to respond and his hands reached for my neck.

If there was an urge to fight before, it disappeared the moment his lips consumed mine.

"Hmm," I moaned into his mouth. How could I be so stupid?

Everything became insignificant the moment he kissed me. I felt his tongue on mine and the way he sucked my lips made me want to succumb.

He had this rush and I could feel the burning sensation. I kept moaning and he pressed himself closer to me.

I felt it. He was rock hard and his erection felt so big and f*****g sexy.

"This is what you get for being irrational," he said his hands reaching for my dress and sliding it up.

He pushed my pant to the side and shoved out his length. I gasped the moment I saw his length. His hands gripped my wrists and pinned them to the wall above my head.

I swallowed hard but whatever he had on him was working on me cause I didn't care about anything else but having him.

His hands gently rubbed my entrance and I felt it twitch. I was aroused and his fingers were just a way of preparing me for what was coming.

"Now you're going to be punished for this."

His erection pressed hard against my entrance without penetrating and I gasped for breath. There was absolutely nothing I wanted more than to end this torture.

He nudged his waist forward and positioned me in a way that had his erection right at my entrance.

"You belong to me, Camilla." It was stern, like a reminder, and— my mouth parted the moment I felt him move inside me. He pushed inside me in one large thrust that nearly had me crumbling against the wall.

I felt his hot breath on me and his thrust became slow, sensational, and intense. It felt like he was trying to prove a point by being so sexy.

He licked my neck while fitting inside me. He turned me to the wall and had my butt facing him.

"You feel so tight," he proclaimed and continued stroking me so hard.

"Ourghh."

"You don't take decisions like this on your own," he said and I just remained there with my mouth slightly opened and his size fitted inside me.

Just when I was feeling too comfortable moaning, he grabbed my hair and I felt a sharp pain. His hands smoothed my butt before a loud slap followed. I have never been spanked and it felt so surreal.

He then held my waist so I could follow the rhythm with which he was sliding inside me. He dragged my hair back and I growled in pain while I felt intense pleasure.

He was rough and I loved the way he held me. He slowly slid in and out and yanked my arm so I could face him again.

I gasped and he pinned me to the wall. "I love it when you're in pain," he said. "Come to my place tonight and I'll make you moan you all night."

It made a lot of sense. This man was a f*****g sadist but he was so good that I didn't mind getting spanked. I thought of it— all the pleasure I could get from him and my mouth slightly parted.

"I can't," I responded still kissing him.

He had this very addictive taste, something like a mixture of vodka and gin but there was some kind of strawberry flavor right on his tongue and I couldn't get over it.

He had this very hardened look. He looked like the bad guy in every movie. That was exciting but the fun fact was that he wasn't a f*****g teenager. He had the look of a young man who knew his s**t, The villain who had whoever he wanted and whenever.

"Why not?" He asked and moved his hands into my pants. "I could do this to you till you say yes."

"Ourghhhhh," I moaned softly. His fingers began rubbing my entrance and I could feel the moist gather on his fingers.

"Shit."

"What do you say now?" He asked and licked off my moist from his hands. "You," he completed. "You know I hate it when you disobey me."

I bit my lip trying to contain the emotion that was clouding me.

"I—" I moaned and touched him. I gently caressed the tip while kissing him. He kissed me back like he couldn't get enough.

It felt like a part of me just got unleashed and I needed to let her out.

"Ourgh," he growled as I stroked his hard on. "You never reject me," he said and I stroked him harder.

"I'm sorry, I can't. My Mom is going to be home soon and I—"

Realization hit me that moment and I took my hands off him.

He paused. "Wait, what?"

He took one step back like he just realized too.

"You're not Camilla."