Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S MISTRESS: SWEET TEMPTATION: Bab 11 - Bab 20

CAMILLEI placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back till he was seated on the plush chair in the dressing room, I leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips, pulling away when he tried to deepen it.I straddle his thighs, the skirt pulling up showing my purple lace panties underneath, his hungry eyes stared lustfully, he licked his lips as he stared, and I put a finger under his chin making him look at me.I put my hand into his briefs, feeling his already hard erection, I palmed it gently and he bit his lips to keep him from making a sound, all while keeping eye contact with me.I smirked, I wanted him to be free and not feel uncomfortable, just because we were going to have sex in a boutique.I squeezed his balls and he closed his eyes, relaxing slightly into the seat. I felt the now wey tip of his crown, he was already pre-cuming, I started pumping on his cock and he threw his head back, releasing a shaky breath.“Damn, Camille” he gritted and I took that as my cue, I shifted my p

CAMILLE "Because I'm stupid and young and I actually believed that what we had would mean something. Because when you touch me, I forget that I'm just a mistake you keep making. But standing here watching you blame me for your own guilt? That's finally starting to cure me."The silence that followed was deafening. Aurelio stood there, his hands clenched at his sides, his face a mask of anger and guilt and something that might have been regret. Around us, the restaurant had gone quiet, our drama more interesting than any meal."I think," I said softly, gathering what remained of my dignity, "That you should take me back to your house so I can get my things. And then you can go home to Beatrice and forget that this…that I…ever happened. It's what you want anyway.""That's not…" he started, but I held up my hand."It is. You proved it the second Miriam showed up. You proved it just now when you found a way to make your infidelity my fault because I lied about my age. You've proved it e

CAMILLEThe morning light filtering through my curtains feels like an accusation. I've been awake for over an hour now, staring at the ceiling, staring at nothing.I should get up. I need to get up. But my body feels like it's made of lead, heavy and unwilling to cooperate with the basic mechanics of living.My phone sits on the nightstand, silent and dark. Mocking me with its silence.He hasn't called. He hasn't texted. Nothing.Part of me knew he wouldn't. Part of me has been screaming this truth since I slammed that cab door yesterday, since I watched him standing on that sidewalk in the rearview mirror, his hand half-raised like he might actually chase after me but knowing he never would.Aurelio Donzel doesn't chase. He commands, he expects, he demands. But he doesn't chase.Still, some pathetic corner of my heart had hoped. Had imagined my phone lighting up with his name, had rehearsed what I might say if he called to apologize, to explain, to tell me he'd been wrong about every

CAMILLE The words hung in the air between us like a death sentence. *It's over, Camille. Let's end this.* I stared at him, waiting for him to take it back, to say he didn't mean it, to do something, anything that would make this some joke. But he just stood there, his jaw tight, his eyes hard in a way I'd never seen before. "You should go," he said quietly. Those three words broke something inside me, not my heart, that was already shattered, something deeper, something I didn't even know could break. I wanted to scream, I wanted to fall to my knees and beg him to reconsider, I wanted to demand answers, to ask him how he could throw away everything, everything we knew we felt for each other, maybe not love but there was this powerful attraction between us. But I didn't do any of those things. Instead, I nodded, just a small movement of my head, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. "Okay," I whispered. I turned toward the door, my legs moving on autopilot, ea

CAMILLEThe words left my mouth before I could stop them, clear and final in the warm evening air."I'll get home on my own."Both men stared at me, their expressions mirrors of confusion and something else I couldn't quite name."Camille…" Petè started, concern softening his features."Thank you for dinner, Petè," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady even as my hands trembled. "I had a wonderful time. Really, I did."I could feel Aurelio's gaze burning into the side of my face, but I refused to look at him. If I looked at him now, I'd shatter, I'd either scream or cry or do something monumentally stupid like get in his car and let him break me all over again."Are you sure?" Petè asked, stepping closer, and I saw Aurelio's jaw clench in my peripheral vision."I'm sure." I smiled at Petè, genuine despite everything. He deserved that much. "Text me when you get home?" He said and I nodded gently.His answering smile was soft, understanding in a way that made my chest ache. "Of co