All Chapters of SOLD TO AUGUST CHILDE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AUGUSTI had to break the kiss so she could breathe.God.The moment I pulled back, her lips parted instinctively, her chest rose fast, and her eyes were glassy and unfocused. She looked wrecked, softened, and undone. The sight of it sent another brutal wave of heat straight through me.Ever since last night, my mind has been filled with her.Not good thoughts.Not safe ones.Relentless, intrusive images that crept in when I least expected them—when I was driving, when I was standing in meetings, when I watched her exist in the same space as me. It had stripped something loose in me.She shifted on my lap.Barely anything. It was just a subtle movement, unconscious, seeking comfort. But it was enough. Enough pressure. Enough contact. Enough to make my cock harden again.My jaw clenched as my body reacted instantly, traitorously.A low sound slipped from my chest before I could stop it.“Camilla,” I warned, voice rough and strained, “don’t move.”She froze.Instantly.Her eyes widened

AUGUSTI woke up already hard.Not the lazy, half-aware kind that came with morning instinct, but sharp and insistent, pulled fully awake by the slow, deliberate way Camilla was moving against me. Her back was to my chest, her body warm and soft, fitting into me like she belonged there. And her ass—God—she was rolling against my dick in a way that was far too intentional to be unconscious.Slow. Measured. Testing.No one could ever convince me this girl was asleep.“Camilla…” My voice came out rough, scraped raw by sleep and want. I barely recognized it myself. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”She didn’t freeze. Didn’t pretend innocence.Instead, she did it again.Pressed back harder this time, a subtle roll of her hips that dragged just enough friction along my length to make my breath hitch. My cock twitched and thickened instantly, my body reacting before my brain could catch up. She made the smallest sound, barely a hum, but it went straight through me.That was it.I flipped

AUGUST“What do you want from me, Rico?”I didn’t bother with pleasantries. Didn’t offer him a seat. Didn’t pretend this was anything other than what it was. The question came the second we stepped into my office, the door shutting firmly behind us with a soft click that felt louder than it was.I’d made damn sure the coast was clear before letting this gutter thug anywhere near my floor. My assistant had been given explicit instructions—hold all calls, block the elevator, redirect anyone who asked questions. Security posted outside the door. No interruptions.Rico looked around like he was sightseeing.Glass walls. City skyline. Leather chairs that probably cost more than his entire wardrobe. He smiled like it didn’t faze him. Like he belonged.“Hello to you too, Mr. Childe,” he said, voice smooth, smirk firmly in place.The bastard.“I won’t ask you twice,” I said calmly. Too calmly. “It’s either you spill now, or you get dragged out of here by security.”Something in my tone must h

CAMILLAFor some reason, the words “get married” landed like a blow I hadn’t braced for.It felt like a small crack opening in my chest and letting something frigid seep in, slow and merciless. It didn’t hurt right away. It left me hollowed out before the ache could even form. I blinked hard, forcing the sting from my eyes before it could turn into something obvious, something he might notice. Swallowed past the tightness in my throat and told myself to breathe normally.“Okay then,” I said lightly… too lightly. “And that will be it between us.”He nodded once.I smiled anyway. Or tried to. My mouth obeyed; my chest didn’t. “I really hope you get change or something from Rico,” I added, grasping for normal, for casual, “since the twenty million was supposed to be for forever, yeah?”His mouth twitched—not quite a smile. He shook his head slowly, like the whole situation exhausted him down to his bones. “To be honest,” he said, voice low, almost weary, “I just wanted you out of that

AUGUSTI sat at my desk with my jacket already slung over the back of my chair, staring out at the city skyline like it owed me answers. Glass and steel stretched into the haze, sharp and cold, pretending to be orderly while chaos thrummed underneath. The penthouse tugged at me anyway, a quiet itch under my skin that refused to settle.Camilla was there alone.The thought slipped in uninvited and stayed. I pictured her curled up somewhere, knees tucked in, that new phone glowing in her hands. Maybe she was smiling at something ridiculous. Maybe she was frowning, thinking too hard. The image should have made me feel in control. It was my space. My rules. My money.Instead, it felt like unfinished business.I wanted to go back. I wanted to wrap my arms around her waist and feel the way she softened into me without thinking, like her body trusted me even when her mind fought it. I wanted to bury my face in her neck and forget that time existed.At the same time, I wanted distance.My pho