Kamara’s POV
“Would you please get me a cup of tea sweetheart? I don’t know why Diego had to send the maids out at this hour.” I heard Nana call out to me from her room and I couldn’t help but chuckle as I hummed.
I was in the kitchen making tea for Nana when my phone rang. I wanted to ignore it but it rang again. I let out a sigh, dropping the jar of tea to pick up my phone. But when I saw my mum’s name on the ID, I hesitated for a few seconds before accepting the call.
“Hello?”
“Kamara!” My mother’s panicked voice sent chills down my spine. Although it was a panicked voice, I could still hear the hint of anger in her tone. “It’s your brother Jason he was attacked.”
My grip on the phone tightened as I felt my body started trembling slightly. “What? What do you mean by attack? Is he okay?”
“He’s in the hospital. A group of men jumped him when he left our lodge. They said they were Diego’s men. Goodness, what did you get us into Kamara? Why can’t you just be without trouble for once.” she hissed angrily.
“What?”
“Do you think I would lie over something like that?” She hissed in anger. “Whatever it is that drove him and his shady men to come over and attack my son, keep him curbed. My son is in the hospital because of him.”
My hands trembled. I didn’t know what emotion I was feeling but my body was trembling. But one thing I knew was I was mad at Diego for whatever he did to my brother. How could he stoop so low?
I barged into his office, slamming the door open so hard it rattled on its hinges. I found him in there with someone else, the two of them looking over a document.
The minute he saw me, he dismissed the man and turned his attention towards me. He moved away from the back of his desk, walking towards the front of his desk as if trying to tell me he was paying attention.
He stood tall, his form imposing and upright with one of his hands neatly tucked into his pocket and the other holding a glass of whiskey. “If this is about…”
I stormed towards him and before I could think twice, I silenced him with a hot slap to the face, my anger boiling over as his head tilted to the side, my handprint immediately showing.
“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” I questioned, not caring who he was or what I could face for slapping him. “You bastard, you sent your men after my brother?”
His jaw ticked, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking but I don’t care. “I did no such thing.”
“Don’t lie to me, Diego,” I yelled, my hands trembling with rage. “My brother is in the hospital now and I have more things to worry about with my family because you decided to try your petty tricks.”
“So you came here to beat me in his place?” He asked, his tone as icy as ever. “Is that it, Kamara? You’re now standing up for your brother?”
“Why won’t I?”
“Of course you would.” He cut back, looking directly at me. Diego exhaled slowly, setting his glass down. Then, without warning, he grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me forward, forcing me against his desk.
“You’re getting bold, Kamara.” His voice was dangerously low. “I let a lot of things slide with you. But you do not raise your hand at me.”
I glared up at him, refusing to back down despite being in the position I was in. “And you don’t get to hurt my family! You have no right”
His hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back. His lips brushed my ear as he murmured, “I have every right, little surrogate.”
I shrugged out of his grip, he let me go and I made him regret it instantly. I slapped him hard again, this time even more painful than before, causing his lips to tear open as blood dripped down.
He brought his gaze back to me again, his expression neutral yet cold. Before I could react, he held me in place and crashed his lips against mine, letting her taste the blood on them before pulling back.
“Do it again and see what happens.”
“Don’t test me, Diego.” I spat, her eyes burning with rage. “I’m not afraid of you. What do you think this is, a joke?”
“Oh really?”
I glared at me, her face flushed with anger and I could feel my swollen lips and the faint taste of blood on my lips. My chest rose rapidly. I didn’t know why my trembling hands started to calm down. It was like my anger was subsiding and I hated that.
“You’re lucky I’m pregnant with your child and if anything were to happen, I’d have to go through shit again. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even be able to walk out of here. I’d hit you till you can no longer see through your own blood.”
“That’s cute.” He smirked, tilting my chin upwards, and looking me in the eyes.
“You think you’re tough, huh? Just because I’m not beating you up?”
“No.” He crashed his lips against mine again, kissing me harshly as his hands roamed down my curves, I pushed against him almost immediately, trying to push away from him. The more I tried pushing him away, the more futile it became. My struggle grew weak and I had no choice but to give in.
He pulled me towards the table and pushed me back on it, using my body to scatter the documents, files, and laptop on it. The laptop fell to the floor with a thud but he didn’t care.
He pulled my legs up, pulling my shorts down in a swift moment as he began kissing my neck and collarbone.
His other hand worked to remove her top and bra, exposing my bare breast to him as his mouth found my nipples, sucking hard on them.
His hand moved to my other breast, cupping it and squeezing my nipple while the other hand moved down my stomach, slipping beneath my underwear.
I moaned loudly when he reached his destination, my hips bucking forward as he slipped two fingers inside me
“Diego…” I breathed out, breathing heavily.
I spread my legs wider, my back arching as she pleasures me.
He pulled out my cock and pushed it into me, burying himself into me. He felt so hard and I could feel my insides stretching out while wrapping tightly around him.
“Oh God.” I moaned, my walls clamping down on him, making it difficult for him to move.
“Fuck, Diego, move.” I breathed, my eyes screwed shut. The pleasure was just too much I couldn’t hold it. How did we get here again?
He complied, thrusting into me roughly and fast, his hands gripping my waist tightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck for support as he thrust deeply into me. He leaned in and started kissing me roughly, trailing his lips down to my jaw and throat, his teeth grazing over my neck and biting softly.
I could feel myself tightening around him as I moaned loudly, my body responding eagerly to his touch and kisses. This wasn’t supposed to happen but I loved it.
I felt like I would faint from the pleasure.
I pushed her legs further apart unconsciously, allowing him to plunge deeper into me and stretch me out even further.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He growled, his grip on my hips tightening as his finger dug into my skin.
“Yes, oh god… Yes.” I whimpered, throwing my head back as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
He continued pumping into me, slamming my ass hard against the table and filling the room with the sound of flesh slapping. If the room wasn’t soundproofed, I’m sure the sounds would fill the entire mansion. And seeing the proof of my pleasure just strangely made me more aroused.
I felt him growing bigger inside me or maybe I was just growing tighter around him as I felt myself near my release.
He pulled me closer, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and he only thrusted harder and more roughly, the sound of my cries echoing through the room.
I screamed, my walls clenching and my back arching as I came undone, my juices flowing freely and my body shuddering uncontrollably.
“Diego… fuck you.” I gasped, trying my best to hold on to him tightly so I wouldn’t slip and hit my head.
“Your brother came to my office to cause a scene. My men dealt with him and I wasn’t to blame.” He announced so casually, I almost put a mark on his face.