~ StephanoI paced. And then I paced again. And when pacing failed to burn away the gnawing pit in my stomach, I started opening and closing the minibar, as if any one of the bottles would whisper to me that she was alive. That she was okay. That she hadn’t been some naive fool out in the streets in a silk gown and coat, alone, with nothing but a death wish for some predator to find her.God. I should’ve never let her leave.She’d stormed off in that ridiculous coat, practically transparent underneath, hair a mess, my scent probably still clinging to her. And now, now she was gone. My blood had gone cold. And the thought that someone else, anyone else, might’ve laid a hand on her made something in me snap.I reached for my phone. The idea of calling the police flickered in and out of my mind like some absurd fantasy. Call the police? Okay, okay. I was worried that some creep might have… No. Absolutely not. But the thought refused to leave.I ran through scenarios, each one more infur
CamillaI cursed under my breath, thrashing against his grip, but he only tightened his hold on my wrists, pinning them together as if they belonged there, trapped. My silk dress bunched, his hand tugging at it until the thin fabric slipped and my chest met the freezing glass. The cold shot through me, so sharp it forced a moan from my lips I instantly regretted.“Shut up,” I hissed at myself, clenching my jaw. But the harder I tried to stay composed, the more my body betrayed me. The chill of the glass on my skin, the warmth of his chest against my back, the absolute command in his movements, it was too much, too consuming.“Look at you,” he whispered against my ear, his breath hot, wicked. “You hate me, but your body…” He dragged the words out like a curse. “Your body tells me the truth.”I shook my head violently, the silk of my hair sticking to the glass. “You’re wrong. I hate you.”“Then hate me,” he growled. “Hate me harder. I’ll take every ounce of it.”My body quivered as his
~ CamillaI couldn’t breathe. Not really. My chest rose and fell so fast, I thought I’d choke on the very air in this cursed room. My silk gown was twisted halfway down my torso, my breasts spilling free like I had no dignity left to hold them in. His cock was still buried inside me, twitching, pulsing, hot, the damn bastard still throbbing like he owned me. The worst thing was that my body was still clenching around him, dragging out every aftershock.Stephano cursed, his breath hot against my ear as his seed spilled deeper, leaking out, running onto my thigh, his leg, everywhere. I wanted to scream. Instead, I gasped loud, shaky, humiliating gasps.“Fuck,” he muttered against my skin, his hand tightening on my waist so I couldn’t pull away. “Look at that, Camilla. You take my seed so good it’s obscene.”“Don’t…” My voice cracked. My throat felt raw. “Don’t you dare…”But of course, the devil didn’t stop. He never stopped.His laugh was low, sinful. “Your pussy milks me like it’s st
~ Stephano The next morning, she was already at the little table when I came out of the bathroom, quiet, legs crossed, that fucking silk nightgown clinging to her like a second skin. The same one she wore the first night we got here. I knew the damn thing by heart now. I could trace every inch of her thighs with my eyes closed. Knew exactly where the fabric ended and the curve of her ass began.And she wore it again. This morning. Just like that. Like it was laundry day and she didn’t know she was driving me out of my fucking mind.I had a towel slung low on my hips, barely tied, still damp from the shower. I wasn’t even fully dry. I didn't have the patience. I paused in the doorway and watched her take a bite of mango. Mango. A messy one too. Juicy, golden and sliced thick. She was licking her fingers, soft, slow, innocent as hell, and I swear to God, my cock twitched under the towel.I gritted my teeth.She wasn’t even trying to be sexy. That was the problem. If she was trying, I c
~ Camilla’s POV.Alex!My heart dropped the moment I saw Alex's name light up on the screen.I shouldn’t have answered. I wasn’t ready. Not for this conversation. Not while still in the hotel room with Stephano, who was standing a few feet away.“Alex?” My voice cracked a whisper. I moved closer to the edge of the bed, away from Stephano, though there was no real distance to put between the mess I was in.“Are you with him right now?” His voice was sharp and cold.I froze. “Alex, I. I can explain. Please just…”“Oh my God,” he breathed, a bitter laugh breaking through his words. “You’re actually with him right now, aren’t you?”“Nothing’s going on. He’s just here, that’s all. We’re on a business trip. It’s not…” My words were tangled. God, why did I sound so guilty?Alex went quiet for a beat.Then he spoke, lower now, but even more dangerous. “I should have known. The day I kissed you in your office and he walked in like he’d been betrayed? I thought he was just being overprotective.
~ CamillaI woke up to a soft buzzing.At first, I thought it was in my dream or a faint vibration behind the walls of a room that didn't exist. But then it came again, harsher, more persistent. I squinted at the nightstand. My phone had a bright screen glowing like a bomb in the dark.I groaned and reached for it lazily, expecting maybe one or two messages from Alex. But as soon as my fingers touched it, it started again, one notification after the other, flying across the screen like machine gun fire.Twitter.Instagram.WhatsApp.iMessage.I blinked, sat up a little. My heart began to skitter like a stone over water. I had dozens of unread messages. And not just messages. Calls. Missed calls. From people I hadn’t spoken to in months. Names I didn’t even recognize at first glance. My palms began to sweat.Why was everyone suddenly trying to reach me?Then I saw it. The first headline.“BREAKING: Billionaire Stephano Maddens Seen with Mystery Woman – Sources Say She's Not From an Eli