Semua Bab Apologies, Mr Playboy. I’m Pregnant.: Bab 11 - Bab 16

Camille gasped for breath, her fingers clawing at Pierce's hand as it tightened around her throat. Her vision blurred at the edges, darkness creeping in, but she forced the words out in broken stutters. "I—I don't... know what you're... talking about—"Pierce's free hand slammed into the wardrobe beside her head with a crack that made her flinch. "Lie again," he hissed, "and the next one lands on your stomach."Her hands flew instinctively to her belly, shielding it. "Your father is up," she choked out. "You wouldn't dare—"He chuckled, the sound dripping with something darker than amusement. "Oh, Camille. Did you actually think of my father as your saviour?"Camille didn't know why she had played the General card—she knew better than anyone that he wouldn't save her.Wouldn't it be better for you to die at the hands of my son? The General's words resounded in her head. How could she see him as a saviour when it was clear he had no intention of saving her?Pierce leaned closer, his br

The club pulsed with music, the bass thumping through Pierce's bones as he sat slumped in the VIP room of HEX nightclub.His day had been a special kind of hell. Camille was everywhere — in his office, at his meetings, even in his own damn thoughts.Now, here he was, trying to drink away the memory of her smirk, her laugh, the way her hips swayed when she walked past his desk.He wanted to forget her, to just breathe for a while, without her invading his head.He downed the rest of his drink, fingers running through his hair in irritation. Why?Why were those moments in the meeting room replaying in his head like they'd just happened? The rise and fall of her chest, her knees between his legs, those amber eyes staring at him with that mischievous glint—"Fuck!" He grabbed the whiskey bottle from the centre table, poured himself another glass, and drank it all at once.But the burning sensation wasn't enough to drive Camille Owens out of his head. Neither was it enough to erase the mem

Camille's senses were heightened as she lay on top of Pierce Landon. Her body tingled in anticipation of what was to come next. Her breathing came out short and hot.It's the hormones... she told herself, denying the existence of the wetness between her thighs.That's the only reason you want him to kiss you... she thought again, her breath rasping.Or,She could blame it on his emerald eyes—his dark, raw, intense gaze, reeling her into his darkness—and the imprint of his hands around her waist, warm and possessive, caging her in.Pierce lifted his head slowly, his thoughts tormenting. She was within his reach; all he had to do was move an inch more, and his lips would finally get to taste hers.He could turn her over and explore the luscious curves of her body, then make her his—over and over again—until she wouldn't dare dance on a tabletop ever again. But, just as the feel of her breasts kept him from reasoning, her baby bump gave him enough reason not to cross the invisible line b