God didn't hire me to play guardian angel. He'd send the devil instead and he did in the form of a woman. It's her. My downfall, my saviour, my redemption, my woman. Run, Camille, Run.
Lihat lebih banyakMATTEOTurned out, she really did cry to her father about me but what did I even do? She said it was okay to leave. Jeez! And here I thought the younger generation of women were finally gonna mean their words.“She said I could leave,” I explained to Luca again as my phone blasted off annoyingly.I had lost count of how many calls I've missed from the old man. The date was two days ago, he wouldn't stop calling.“Just answer the damn phone before he calls me,” Luca whined. “I don't have the balls to leave him unanswered.”Did I care? No. I threw my feet on the table and relaxed on the chair. “Relax, he wouldn't-”The door burst open and one of my men rushed in looking like a scared puppy.“What?” I growled at him. “Don't you know how to knock?”“I-It’s the boss!” He trembled, holding out his phone. He looked terrified of just one phone call. Only a mad man like Russo could make that happen.These lots feared him like a plague. They were this close to calling him a god. That's if they
MATTEO“… and that's how I ended up studying in the U.K. my dad was totally against it but mum wanted me to study there. I guess being a politician's daughter has its downside. You're like a mini celebrity and everyone keeps gazing up at you, just waiting for a silly mistake so they can attack your dad…”I could feel my life force draining away. I was slowly dying, sinking into this soft seat in this fancy restaurant. Her British accent poured endlessly and the clock— goddamnit! Fucking move already!“Do you want more tea?”Tea. Biscuits. Tea. Biscuits. Stories I didn't give two fucks about. Did she ever get tired of talking? I've gotten an earful already and could write more than twelve pages of an essay about her life.Why did she feel this was necessary?God! I could almost hear the old man laughing at me.“Ahem!”I lifted my head to the young bodyguard behind her who had cleared his throat to obviously gain my attention. I blinked at him cluelessly- what was wrong with his face? H
CAMILLE Soft music filled the air and I let the soft tunes sway my body here and there. Be as free as a feather, Madame would always say. I twirled around the pole, lifting my eyes from my bandaged hands and keeping my feet on the ground. All the stretches and morning exercises worked. I felt lighter— or was it last night that did the trick? Something about the way he stared at me brought up this bubbly feeling in my chest. My whole body burned with need. I ran my hand down my body like I'd watched the girls do a lot of times. Men worked with visuals and they liked a naughty little thing. Not my words, but theirs. He must like this too. Why open a strip club and not partake in it? I thought of his eyes that never left my face, lips that parted slightly like he could kiss me. Last night was different and new, something I'd never felt before but only seen in movies I peaked on. Wanted. I pressed the pole between my thighs and slowly moved in and out trying to lighten up my body.
MATTEO The door opened and she walked in without a word. Luca rushed in, taking a seat across from me and keeping a hard stare on us like he was sent to prevent me from pulling her panties again. As if anything could stop me if I wanted to. Not even her. She got to work immediately, gasping when she climbed the bed and got behind me. “Oh God,” she whispered shakily and I clenched my fists, keeping them from grabbing her for some reason. “Get on with it already,” Luca ordered, silently glaring at her from where he sat. “O-Okay,” I could almost picture her worried face. It was no use wasting such emotions over me. This wasn't the first time the old man would batter me this bad. At least this time, I managed to walk out. The first time this happened, I was hanging onto my last breath while he hovered over me proudly. I saw the glint in his eyes as he dropped in a squat, bending his knees, smiling like seeing blood was his fetish. That night changed everything and made me who I was.
CAMILLE The silence of the room echoed back at me. It wasn't until Matteo walked away that I realized I may have taken things too far. My hand stung from the impact— a sharp pain in my palm. These things required training of some kind, because why was I starting to bleed? The man I hit had slumped on the table but was now starting to get up. I stepped back, frightened of what he might do to me. He groaned, holding his head as he rose to full height and glared at me. “I'm gonna make sure you pay for that,” he threatened as he stared at the blood on his hands. I glanced in Matteo's direction but he was already walking into a room, leaving behind the mess I had dug myself in. I gulped as I realized my predators were watching me with the intention to pounce. Now that he was out of the room, their bravery rekindled and they started to get on their feet. I was suddenly yanked by the shirt in a tight grip and he pulled me towards him with a sneer on his lips. My heart almost flew out an
CAMILLEThere was a strange feeling in the air. I couldn't quite place my finger on it. I was serving tonight, couldn't escape it. Remembering how I was punished last night, I didn't even glance at the door twice. Although, security had doubled, thanks to me.I couldn't shake off the feeling of being stared at and each time I turned to look, I caught a few gazes of different men watching me, unapologetically too.They stared back, sized me up as they picked up their drinks and gulped it down. Their message clear in their eyes.They weren't just the only ones. Even the girls as they danced on the pole, on laps and as they served. Theirs was way more like a death glare but I knew why.Someone tapped me on the shoulder where I stood in a corner and I turned. It was one of the girls— whose name I was yet to know, all of them by the way. They didn't even bother with an introduction. It was clear they didn't want me here.She beckoned on me with her hands and I followed quickly, anything to
MATTEO I gritted my teeth as the lash of the whip landed hard on my back— a searing pain that burned through my whole body. My hands were tied, chained to the floor and my ankles weren't left out. My knees were numb from having knelt too long. I couldn't even remember the time. The sun was up when I walked into my father's study, ready for my punishment and now it was dark. I was tired, hungry and my body ached everywhere. The lashes kept coming, each time hotter than the last. Johnny and Frankie each took their turn with me. Those motherfuckers must be seething with joy seeing me in this state. Father's punishment was always like this. Cold. Hard. Endless. My stomach grumbled for food— I was given nothing all day. This was his attempt to break me. I could feel the old man's anger from where he sat somewhere in the room— his usual spot was behind his desk, watching with hawk eyes, waiting for me to break down, to plead for mercy but he knew better. I heard something open— maybe
CAMILLEMatteo was slow to react, his hands still trembled as he touched me. Wherever he was in his head, I wanted to pull him out of it.I was jealous. I wanted his attention. I wanted him here and now.I climbed over him, kissing his lips the only way I knew how. Trying to remember how he did it in the alley. I straddled him and sat down over his hard crotch.His hands traced the curve of my back, settling on my waist. My fingers tangled in his hair and I tugged at it.“Kiss me,” I mumbled over his mouth, putting my shyness away and letting his kiss envelop me. “Please. Touch me.”“Camille…” he whispered and I sighed when his mouth trailed kisses down my neck. I threw my head back, moaning softly.“Camille,” he called again, grabbing my ass in a tight squeeze.“I'm right here,” I whispered. “Right—” my words died when he suddenly pushed me down on the bed, caging my arms in one big hole above my head.For a moment, I feared his dark side had returned. The bulge over my pussy made me
CAMILLEDante's kiss continued to be relentless, hard and harsh. His tongue seeking entry into my mouth, forcing me to submit to his—A sharp shove sent us tumbling apart. I gasped with my eyes flying open and my heart pounding in my chest.When did he get here? Matteo was standing between us, hands gripping Dante by the collar, his jaw clenched and fury radiating from his tense physique, but unlike him, Dante smirked.“Hello, brother,” he chuckled, glancing at me for a few seconds. “I was just about to bring her to you-”“What the hell are you doing?” Matteo growled.A few gasps and murmurs around us suddenly reminded me of where we were. I looked around to see we had gained everyone's attention and some had started to raise their cellphones.This was a disaster and it was all my fault.My lips still tingled from the kiss and I wiped my mouth. Dante had my lipstick on his mouth. He ran his tongue across his lips in an attempt to spite Matteo and it seemed it was working.Why was he a
'And for your heart, I place the highest bid. Gimme an offer, I just can't resist.'-- BNXNCAMILLEMy back was slammed against the hard wall but his hot mouth slanting over my mouth complimented and eased the pain. I moaned as I dragged my fingers in his soft black hair, massaging his scalp and pushing up against him like I could disappear into his skin.God! I could kiss him for days.His tongue danced across mine and I gasped when he palmed my butt and squeezed. Heat rushed through me. Never have I ever felt this way. I've never been touched so good-- or at all. I should feel ashamed having my first time in an alley but for him, I didn't care.He kissed me hard like I was his possession, his toy, his pet, his fucking object. For the first time in my life, I felt desired, wanted and needed.His hard cock pressed against my lower stomach. Butterflies made my belly ache as well as made my heart flutter.Thump-thump.My heart pounded in my chest.This was really happening. Oh God!He ki...
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