All Chapters of Saint Or Sinner? : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Camila's point of view After hours of standing behind the camera, we finally wrapped up. Exhausted, I retreated to my room, eager to shed the restrictive costume and sink into bed. A sharp knock at the door interrupted my thoughts just as I was about to pull on my robe. "Come in." I called, my voice laced with weariness. The door creaked open, revealing one of the maids. "Sorry to disturb you, ma'am, but Sir Luciano has requested to see you." My fist clenched at the information, and I swallowed hard, trying to decipher the reason behind his summons. I stiffly nodded and pulled the robe tighter around my body before following the housekeeper. Arriving at his office, I shut the door behind me. "Lock the door, Camila,' his low voice caused my toes to curl up. My legs wobbled at the command. Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the imposing figure seated behind the desk, his back to me. "I want to see your face, Gem." He demanded, his voice a near growl. His words felt more

Luciano's point of viewThe black silk dress clung to Camila's curves, a weapon that revealed to her goddess-like beauty, leaving nothing to the imagination.Her light brown hair, a silken cascade, hid the elegant line of her neck from my view. But those amber eyes, innocent as a doe, held a secret fire I knew well.She sat across from me, honey-toned legs crossed, those seductive irises drilling into mine. I pushed the file across the desk, the weight of my needs heavy on my chest. I couldn't take this torture any longer, the innocent façade she wore when she knew exactly what she was doing to me.Her brows shot up in confusion."It's right there, gem. See for yourself." I urged, though my voice was rough with suppressed desire.She picked up the file, flipping through its pages, her delicate fingers tracing the lines. Her hand clenched the file, the telltale sign of the sensual storm brewing within her."Luciano?" Her voice trembled, and the innocent facade faltered, giving way to

Chapter titles Camila's point of view"Let me help you, beautiful." Russo said, stretching his arm out toward me with a warm smile. I couldn't help but return his gesture, handing him the bags I'd been struggling with."Thank you, Russo. I really needed that," I sighed dramatically, grateful for his assistance. He laughed, waving my gratitude away dismissively."It's fine, Camila. By the way, if you're hungry, we could grab lunch."My eyes widened at the mention of food, and before I could even think, I nodded quickly, making him chuckle again. He handed the bags off to one of the drivers and led me toward the food court, his touch careful but protective as he held my wrist almost as if afraid I might disappear into thin air.Russo was undeniably attractive and charming, with an easy confidence that seemed almost innocent. Yet, those deep brown eyes held a hint of something darker, something that told me he wasn't exactly the angel he appeared to be, especially considering his cl

Camila's point of viewMy eyes darted back and forth, frantically scanning the racks of clothes. Each outfit was beautiful, but none felt right. It wasn't about finding something stunning, it was about finding the most decent.I finally gave up, settling on a pair of burgundy silk lingerie and a matching robe. Makeup was a no-go for today, just a swipe of gloss to make my lips pop.I arrived at the same studio spot, only to find a woman instead of Luciano. Her red hair was piled into a messy bun, escaped strands framing freckled cheeks. A welcoming smile bloomed on her face as she saw me."Hi," she waved. I waved back, my eyes searching for Luciano."Sir Luciano went to get something, he'll be back." She explained, sensing my confusion. I thanked her and sat on the couch, waiting.The door flew open and Luciano walked in, a set of keys in hand.My mouth dropped open as I took in the sight of him. He was clad only in a pair of designer boxers, his thick V-line disappearing behind the

Sexual content ahead ∆∆Camila's Point Of View"I missed you." I whispered against his lips, feeling his hands grip my ass cheeks which elicited a low moan from me. "You left so early, and you didn't even plan on coming back early." I pouted while my thumbs caressed his cheeks."How much did you miss me, sweetheart?" His voice was deep and gravelly, making my toes curl up. The mere sound of it was enough to make my body tingle, leaving me leaking on his lap. His lips on my cleavage ignited a fire within me, making me feel alive."I missed you very much, Sir," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper."Show me how much you missed me," he growled, his words a command. I ground myself against his erection, the insistent hardness of him pressing against me. I pulled him by his collar, forcing his head down to the globes of my breasts, my fingers digging into his hair."That's how much I missed you," I whispered into his ear, throwing my head back to give him complete access to my body.