LOGINCamilla walks into my study, and the air shifts. She's a distraction I can't afford, but fuck if I can resist her. Her fingers trace the edge of my desk, her eyes locked onto mine. "What are you doing, Camilla?" I growl, my control already fraying. She's a walking temptation, and she knows it. She smirks, her voice a sultry whisper, already undoing me. "Pushing your buttons, Zeke. Seeing how far I can go before you snap." My control falters. I spin her around, pressing her against the desk. My hands roam over her body, and I can feel her submitting. "You want this?" I ask, my voice a low growl. "You want to see the beast you're unleashing?" *** Camilla Dawson never expected to see the sinfully hot stranger she once hooked up with in a public washroom ever again. But fate—or rather, a father she never knew existed—has other plans. Now, she's bound and delivered as payment for a debt, straight into the hands of none other than Zeke Russell—the ruthless kingpin who always gets what he wants. Zeke built his empire on power and control, and he never takes no for an answer. Business or pleasure, the rules are his. It’s been years, but he’s never forgotten the woman who left him wanting more. Now, with Camilla thrust into his world as a replacement for his promised bride, everything spirals into chaos. She was never supposed to matter. Yet somehow, she’s slipping past his defenses, unearthing secrets he’s buried deep—and igniting a dangerous obsession. And when enemies close in, there’s nothing he won’t do to keep her. After all, what’s one more crime in the name of love?
View More[CAMI]The portrait hangs on the wall of the piano room, where the light hits it just right, softening everything sharp about her. My mother. Perfect curls. A dress she would’ve sold a kidney to buy. Makeup done so well it almost makes me angry. And a tiny mole above her lip, one I don’t remember ever seeing in real life. She looks… composed—like a woman who had her life together. Not the woman who forgot bills, forgot meals, forgot me—except when she needed company.I sigh.Behind me, Marco crosses his arms. “I knew you’d ask to see it again.”I glare at him. “That just tells me you don’t listen to my orders.”When we came back from Vance’s house, I told Marco to burn the painting. Or throw it out in the trash. I’d been too shaken after seeing Jake’s grave to decide better. But Marco, being Marco, had kept it—carefully wrapped—and now it hangs here like it’s always been part of the house. It’s creepy as fuck. “Who are you to order me?” he asks, raising a brow.“The queen,” I reply
[CAMI]Zeke is asleep on my naked chest, one arm wrapped around my waist like I’ll disappear if he loosens a muscle. His face is tucked right between my breasts, warm breath against my skin, hair tickling my sternum. One of his legs is thrown over mine, and he looks so unbothered, so deeply at peace, that for a moment I forget what world we live in. I drag my fingers through his hair slowly, letting the strands slip between them. He sighs, and something in my chest contracts so painfully it almost feels like guilt.It’s been hours since the meeting. Hours since I stormed in like a crazy person, and he pulled me into him like I was oxygen. Now we’re here—warm, naked, tangled in each other—and I force myself to look away from his face because it bends my rationality in ways I’m starting to resent. I’m angry at myself for giving in so easily. Angry that he can stay away for days, functioning, doing whatever monstrous things Dons do, while I lose my mind the second he disappears. When it c
[CAMI]Marco taps his knight against the table’s edge, scanning the chessboard with a frown. “You forgot everything I taught you,” he sighs, dramatic as hell. “All your progress—poof. Gone. Tragic, really. But on the flip side, I want to play more with you because now I’m winning again.”I just stare at the board, arms crossed.He waits for a reaction—a snarky comment, or a cute threat—anything. But nothing comes, so he slumps back in the chair with an exaggerated groan. I mirror him, leaning back, staring at nothing. The chair is cold. Or maybe I’m cold. I can’t tell anymore.From the corner of my eye, Bianca sits on the couch scrolling through her phone, tapping away. She looks calm and bored. But I haven’t forgotten how she almost slipped to Zeke that I took a pregnancy test. For just that reason, I want to pull out my pink gun and put a bullet through her head. Or her neck. Or shoulder. Doesn’t matter where it lands. I won’t know if I’m a good shot if I never try. But taking a l
[CAMI]Zeke’s still stroking my cheek with his thumb, watching me too closely. I look away afraid that he can see through me, forcing down the lump at my throat. His voice becomes softer. “What happened, doll?”I dare myself to take another glance at him. No, I don’t think he knows about the test. I really hope he doesn’t. I sit up slowly. “I wasn’t feeling well,” I tell him finally. “But I’m fine now.”He nods once but doesn’t get off the bed or stop touching me. Since we got back from Vance’s estate, everything between us has been… quieter. Hesitant. Held back. But he still holds me at night. Still kisses me like he means it. Still fucks me like he owns me.I wipe the drool from my mouth with the back of my hand. “I went shopping with Vivienne,” I say, hoping to ease out the tension. “I know.”Of course he does. Zeke knows every movement inside this house—every door that opens, every car that leaves, every person that breathes. For a second—I don’t know why—I look at him and the
[ZEKE]I should’ve said no.I had said no. But then she’d made those eyes at me before giving me an ultimatum. I won’t ask you again. That’s what she’d said. I know a threat when I hear one. And my pretty little wife had dared to threaten me. She just learned how to use the power she has over me. T
[CAMI]In the days leading up to the wedding, it’s all business—because with Zeke, it’s always business. He keeps me close, however, so I watch the negotiations unfold. They aren’t really negotiations because Vance doesn’t have that much power to negotiate in the first place. He’s not a Don. His pos
[CAMI]I wake up half smothered under Zeke’s weight. The blanket has us tangled up, and he’s breathing hot against my neck like a dragon, his arm heavy across my chest, his shoulder pinning me down.“Zeke—” I choke out a laugh, trying to shove him. “You’re killing me.”He makes a sound, something la
[CAMI]I didn’t think the villa could feel more like a mausoleum than it already did, but today it’s worse. It feels like a funeral is happening—except no one’s going to be buried. At least not yet. I don’t dare go looking for Zeke. Even after how things ended with us last night—especially after h
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