Unholy desires.

~ DANIELLE ~

Cameron didn’t fail to remind me of the sex I hadn’t had in years. Beneath the warmth of his body and his touch, something ignited in me—a fire, my burning desires.

After he’d said those words, our lips locked again. This time, it was more intense, fierce… passionate? I couldn’t decipher if the last part was right, but…

He swooped me off the couch and completely off my feet. I nibbled on his lips hungrily, my hands wrapped around his neck to hold my balance.

His hands held me firmly on my butt cheeks. I moaned into his mouth, feeling the wetness of my panties.

Four years… and I’d never felt the touch of a man.

“Danielle,” he breathed hotly on my face after breaking off the kiss. “I want you, more than anything right now.”

The raw passion lingered in his tone, making me swallow hard as I struggled on how to handle it.

I’d taken our friendship as something platonic, free, but Cameron had gotten too engrossed in my part of playing his late wife.

I shared the same current connection because my body was in total control of itself. I couldn’t stop the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Or the throbbing sensation I felt in between my legs.

My pussy yearned for him, deep inside of me. My panties were soaked from my juices and all the pleasures of his hands caressing my skin.

“I want you too,” the words fled my lips before thinking twice. “Every bit of you—buried deep inside of me.”

He lunged at me with his lips burning and burying into my neck. I was on the bed after he’d gently placed me on my back.

I tilted my head against the bed frame, moaning and shaking while trying to suppress my heavy gasps.

His tongue on my skin felt warm, shocking, and breaking through the defenses I’d build over my body.

Cameron gave me gentle lover bites on my neck, and moved his tongue to swirl over my right ear.

My hands moved to his waist as he hovered over me, working my fingers on his zipper.

It felt like something else had taken over our bodies. I was moving with the speed of light—my fingers. I’d taken off his pants within seconds and was grabbing his butt cheeks to squeeze in ecstasy.

His left hand held my neck, while the other pulled my dress above my thighs. Cam left his lips on mine, allowing his fingers to play around the edges of my wet panties.

“You’re fucking wet, D,” his voice sounded thick with deep pleasure, making me even wetter than I already was. “I want to fucking slid my cock inside you until you pass out.”

Dirty talking? Count me in.

It reminded me of the sex I had with Elijah. His possessiveness, his raw command, and his shocking touch. The way he always had me pinned down to the spot he wanted to take my pussy.

The moment when I thought I had him and everything else that mattered in the world.

Wait, why was I even thinking of him?

“I need you to relax your body and take all of me.” Cameron cooed; he’d taken off my panties hastily. “I’m going to finger you and feel the walls of your pussy before going in with my cock.”

Hearing him talk to me before making any attempts relaxed me for real. I’d had doubts about everything—giving myself to a man, finding someone who’d fuck me gently and rough at the same time like my ex-husband did. Someone who could actually make me feel safe in his arms.

I shuddered without saying another word, sucking in a deep breath after feeling his tongue tasting my pussy.

I quivered like a leaf in winter, burying my teeth into my lower lip to refrain from screaming out in pleasure.

“Cam…”

My voice came out in a shuddering whisper. I dug my fingers into his hair, raking through his scalp while he kept moving his tongue like I was his favorite flavor of ice cream.

Just when I thought the pleasure and pressure building within me was overwhelming, I felt his fingers push in.

My breath hitched as I shut my eyes for a split second. Cameron pushed his fingers deeper, fighting the resistance of my walls.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore; I moaned out his name as loudly as I could.

“Cameron…”

My hands reached instinctively, trying to pull his fingers out of me. He pinned my hands to a spot, tasting and thrusting inside me like it was a marathon.

The pace was fast, and with every thrust, I felt my pussy walls expand.

“Cam!”

“Shh,” he clasped his hands over my mouth to shut me up, my nose inhaling my scent from his fingers. “You don’t want Alvin to know what’s going on, do you?”

I nodded slowly, my lips still quivering. Cameron flashed me a mischievous smile, obviously teasing me with his seductive glint.

“Good girl.”

His cock sprawled in front of my legs as I held myself on my elbow—still on the fluffy bed. My eyes widened at the length; it was the first time I’d ever seen… it.

“You’re so… big.”

Fear gripped my voice and ran through my body. The thought of taking something about six inches long when only two fingers had stretched me out frightened me.

He massaged my pussy entrance with the tip of his cock, teasing and holding eye contact with me.

The moment he plunged into me without warning, I gasped, knowing everything was about to change.

My role in his life. My heart. My pussy.

Everything.

*

Another day to fake being happy in the midst of my enemies. I was back at Harringtons Corp., and walking through the floors made me feel itchy.

Hands waved and faces smiled at me as I strolled in, my shoulders raised high and poised. I walked like I owned the place, and of course, I did.

She was the last person I expected to see, but she was approaching me, her heels clicking against the marble floor and overshadowing mine.

“Good morning, Mrs. Sorayah.”

Her name burned my throat, but I managed to spit it out without sounding bitter.

She smiled—a forced, sly expression that barely escaped her thinner lips. When she parted her lips to speak, it wasn’t to respond to my greetings.

“I don’t mean to sound… rude, but it’s actually Mrs. Harrington,” she corrected, halting in front of me as I stopped walking. “I’m married to the CEO, Mr. Elijah Harrington.” Her fingers were raised in my face, and a sparkling diamond ring sat pretty on her finger. “He’s my husband.”

If anything, she was trying too hard to spell out the obvious to me, and it made her appear desperate… pitiful.

I wasn’t interested in her husband, who was my ex—a man I felt nothing but hatred for.

My lips curled into a smile, and I tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ears, clutching my purse with my other hand.

“Sorry for the… mistake, Mrs. Harrington. And congratulations… on your… wedding.”

Her mouth muttered a little, “thank you,” before raising her shrill voice to continue. “My husband can be a bit… too friendly most of the time, and I don’t want you to mistake his friendliness for something else.”

I furrowed my brows at her. What was she insinuating?

“I’m sorry, but I don’t quite get what you’re trying to say.”

She took a step forward, arms crossed and lips pursed.

“I saw you both yesterday, having a conversation or whatever it was.” I arched my brows as she talked. “No offense, Ms. Thorne, but I’d like you to keep your distance away from my husband and leave things… professional between us.”

So that was her fear? That I was going to steal her husband the same way she’d done?

Nah.

I kept my smile on, clearing my throat slightly and acting unwavering to prove that she was fighting the wrong battle.

My voice remained soft yet harsh. “I don’t want anything to do with your husband. And besides, I’ve got my husband.”

She paused for a second, a taunting smile carved on her lips as she held my gaze.

“Ex-husband,” she tilted her head forward to rephrase my words. “I found you interesting and did a background check on you last night. You’re divorced from Mr. Cameron Hayes, and now? You’re just co-parenting.”

I couldn’t believe it. She did what? A background check on me? Was that how intimidated she felt? Or was it just out of curiosity?

I was enraged at the discovery, but I knew I had to keep things in control if I wanted to achieve everything planned out.

“You did a background check on me? Everybody knows me in this city and across the country.”

“That doesn’t clear my doubts about you.” Sorayah was really tough. “And knowing how divorcees can be, especially since you’re all pretty and charming. I don’t want you getting the wrong idea and destroying my home by having an affair with my husband.”

Amid the heat of her words, the icy cool of her actually acknowledging that I was pretty lessened the fire.

That wasn’t just any face—it revealed power, aura, and an uncontrollable feeling of dominance.

I scoffed, running my tongue over my lips smoothly. “You don’t know anything about me, Sorayah. So, you need to stop judging and questioning my dignity.”

“Dignity? ” Her cold laughter echoed through the space, making me dart my eyes around at the people staring. “I know everything about you.”

Everything? I had to admit that I panicked a bit. What had she found out? Just how much did she know?

I knew one thing—a lot of things happened, and Cameron had personally made sure that they were kept out of the public.

“Ohh, and one more thing,” Sorayah spoke up before I could think of my words. “I know about the accident—the one that happened after the scuffle with your ex-husband. You really thought you could keep that out of the public?”