Entangled With My Rival CEO

Chapter 110

Camilla's voice caught in her throat, and she struggled to find the right words.

Her gaze wavered, unable to hold his piercing stare as her mind raced to make sense of her own emotions.

"Yes, I do love him," she finally managed to say, her voice soft yet resolute as she met his gaze once more, her eyes locking onto his intense blue orbs.

His grip on the counter seemed to tighten, and the scoff that escaped his lips sent a shiver through her. "You're lying..."

Camilla's heart ached as she felt the weight of his doubt.

Her emotions were a chaotic mix, and her resolve was weakening with each passing second.

"No, I'm not," she said through clenched teeth, her voice laced with defiance.

"Then look me in the eyes and repeat these exact words; 'Alexander...I'm marrying Edward Caruso because I'm in love with him...and only him,'" he challenged, his gaze unwavering, searching for any hint of truth in her eyes.

Camilla's heart raced, her gaze locked onto Alexander's with a mixture of intensity and uncertainty.

Her mind churned as his words echoed in her ears, the challenge he presented stirring a storm of conflicting emotions within her.

Her body and heart were at war with her brain, torn between the pull of her feelings and the rational thoughts that had led her to this point.

Her lips parted slightly, her breath coming faster as she struggled to find the right words to respond.

A few seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity, the weight of the moment heavy in the air.

The intensity of Alexander's gaze held her captive, and in that suspended moment, Camilla's defenses crumbled.

Unable to hold back any longer, she closed the distance between them in a surge of raw emotion.

Her lips met his in a kiss that was both fierce and desperate, a collision of unspoken longing and pent-up desire.

Alexander wasn't surprised by it, and neither did he hesitate as he immediately responded to her kiss with equal fervor.

He lifted her up and set her on the kitchen counter, the intensity of their emotions fueling their actions.

Camilla pressed her body against his even more, her fingers gripping the fabric of his cloth as if holding onto an anchor in the storm of emotions that enveloped them.

The kiss deepened, their lips moving together in a dance that conveyed their yearning and affection.

Alexander's hand, now resting against her lower back, moved with a surprising gentleness that contrasted with the undeniable intensity of the moment.

His fingers trailed a path up her spine, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake.

Slowly, his hand moved to her hair, his fingers deftly untangling the strands from the band that had held it in place.

As her hair fell loose around her shoulders, he brushed his fingers through the silky strands, his touch a caress that whispered of his longing.

With a mixture of sensitivity and determination, his hand slid from her hair to the curve of her waist, his fingers tracing along the waistband of her pajama pants.

Camilla offered no resistance, instead lifting herself slightly off the kitchen counter to allow him to smoothly remove her pajama pants, leaving her in delicate lace underwear and her pajama top.

His touch continued to explore, his fingers brushing along her bare thighs, his caresses evoking subtle yet electrifying sensations.

A soft moan escaped Camilla's lips as their kiss continued, the intensity of their connection growing.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, they both caught their breath, their kisses replaced by the tender touch of Alexander's lips along the side of her neck.

His hands traveled upward, his touch sending tingles through her skin as he approached the fabric of her pajama shirt, his fingers hinting at a promise of further exploration.

Camilla gasped softly, her eyes closing in blissful abandon as she felt his strong but gentle hands caressing her left breast, and the soft, wet kisses that continued along her neck area.

"Alexander..." She breathed, his name spilling from her lips in a husky whisper of desire, her head tilting slightly back as she arched her back, allowing her body to relax and melt into the warmth of his arms.

"What?" He whispered hoarsely, still nipping lightly at the tender skin where her collarbone jutted from her neck.

"I...I..." Camilla's voice trailed off, her thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind as his touch and the sensations coursing through her body left her momentarily speechless.

She wanted to tell him to stop...that what they were doing wasn't right.

She was engaged to Edward, and she was meant to be committed to him, but she couldn't deny that her body ached badly for Alexander's touch...his kiss...his mouth...to feel him inside her.

"The bedroom...let's go there instead." Camilla's voice finally found its way to the surface, and Alexander smirked before gathering her up into his arms.

They reached Camilla's room, and Alexander gently lowered her onto the bed.

He laid beside her, their lips meeting in another searing kiss before he suddenly stood up and started shedding his clothes, tossing them carelessly on the floor.

Camilla took a moment to catch her breath, her gaze locked onto Alexander's bare torso, illuminated by the soft glow of the room's dim lighting.

His abs sparkled in the golden light, glistening faintly under the sparse moonlight that seeped in through the window behind him.

Emboldened by the moment, Camilla rose from the bed, her fingers deftly working to help unbuckle his belt.

Upon freeing him from the confines of his jeans, Camilla's fingers trailed along the contours of Alexander's hips, her touch a blend of curiosity and desire.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure her touch evoked, Alexander gently guided her back to the bed.

As he joined her on the bed, he gently assisted her in removing her pajama shirt, leaving her in only her underwear.

He tenderly planted kisses along her body, starting from her breast and making his way down to her stomach.

His lips came to a pause just below her abdomen, hovering over the scar from Camilla's operation to remove their baby after the accident.

After a few moments, he moved his lips and focused on kissing her inner thigh.

Camilla gasped in response to the sensation, arching her back.

Gradually, he removed her panties, taking his time. Alexander's fingers then explored between her legs, moving at a leisurely pace.

They rubbed across her folds, the warm friction causing her moans to rise.

Her body trembled with anticipation as his fingers continued to explore her most intimate places.

He was driving her mad with desire as the sensations were getting more and more overwhelming, and she couldn't help but arch her back, pressing herself closer to his touch.

His fingers moved with practiced ease, teasing and caressing her in all the right ways, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

She moaned softly, her hands gripping the sheets as her hips instinctively moved in rhythm with his touch.

The wetness she felt between her legs increased with each stroke, and her breathing quickened as a growing excitement filled her soul.

Suddenly she cried out, a low moan escaping her lips as his tongue swept through her sensitive flesh.

The sound was one of pure ecstasy, and Camilla gave in to the sensation with no resistance.

Her body convulsed as his tongue swirled around her entrance, eliciting loud whimpers that spilled from her lips.

In an instant, her world burst into euphoria as he entered her, sending her soaring to cloud nine.

Their rhythm intensified, their bodies moving faster and harder, their connection reaching unprecedented levels of intensity.

The room filled with their passionate moans and gasps, their voices reverberating off the walls, while the bed beneath them creaked in harmony with their symphony of pleasure and desire.

Camilla's nails dug into Alexander's back, leaving red trails in their wake as she held onto him, desperate for more. Her body arched off the bed, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.

In that moment all that consumed her was the pleasure coursing through her veins, her thoughts of Edward and their impending marriage fading into the background.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving in a rhythm that was both primal and intimate as they became consumed by their pent-up desires.

•~•~•~•

"Ding dong" The bell chimed for the fourth time that early morning as Edward, dressed in a smart yet casual suit, stood outside Camilla's front door with a hint of impatience.

His watch caught his attention, a slight furrow forming on his brow as his foot tapped restlessly against the floor.

He was supposed to pick her up for a weekend getaway, but there was no response from inside.

His gaze returned to his watch, the furrow deepening as his impatience grew, nearly an hour past their scheduled departure time.

With time slipping away, he tapped his foot more insistently and pressed the bell again, hoping for a response from within.

Meanwhile, Camilla lay deep in sleep, comfortably wrapped in the covers with Alexander by her side.

The bell persisted in its ringing, eventually reaching her peaceful slumber and rousing her from her dreams.

At first, the sound seemed distant, like a faint murmur echoing from a faraway place.

But as the persistent chime resonated through her consciousness, it slowly stirred her from her dreams.

With a groggy murmur, she shifted slightly, burying her face deeper into Alexander's as if trying to escape the intrusion.

But the bell persisted, growing louder and more insistent with each passing second.

As the fog of sleep began to lift, Camilla's eyes fluttered open, squinting against the soft morning light filtering into her room.

The confusion of the moment slowly registered, and she frowned, wondering who could be ringing her doorbell so persistently at this hour.

In a sleepy daze, she pushed herself up onto her elbows, casting a glance toward the clock on her bedside table.

The numbers came into focus, and her eyes widened in realization.

"Edward!...Oh my God!"

Panic surged through her, the haze of sleep dissipating rapidly as she threw the covers off and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare skin exposed to the cool air of the room.

She swiftly seized a robe within reach, wrapping it around herself and loosely securing the sash.

Casting a glance at the still-sleeping and undisturbed Alexander, she contemplated waking him to get dressed.

However, she abandoned the idea almost as soon as it surfaced and dashed toward the persistent sound of the ringing bell.

As she approached the front door, her heart pounded in her chest, her footsteps echoing the tumultuous rhythm of her thoughts.

With a deep breath, she opened the door to find Edward standing there, his expression a mix of concern and frustration.

"Edward!" she exclaimed, feigning enthusiasm in her voice.

Edward's expression softened somewhat, though traces of frustration remained in his eyes as he observed her disheveled state.

"Camilla, we were supposed to leave almost half an hour ago. I've been ringing the bell for quite a while. What happened?"

"I... I... I overslept," she fibbed, stumbling over her words, a mix of guilt and embarrassment evident. "I'm really sorry."

A sigh escaped Edward's lips, his frustration visibly ebbing away as he took a step forward to enter.

Camilla, however, blocked his path, her actions causing his brows to furrow in confusion.

"Can I come in?" he asked tentatively, noticing her flushed and agitated demeanor.

Camilla emitted a nervous chuckle, still maintaining her position at the doorway.

"Of course... It's just... I..." Her sentence was abruptly interrupted by Alexander's drowsy voice.

"Camilla...come back to bed." he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, punctuated by a loud yawn.

Panic flickered in Camilla's eyes as she stared at Edward with wide-eyed apprehension, her heart racing.

"It's... um... my neighbor," she stuttered, voicing the first thing that came to her mind. "He is, uh......."