Romance Camila Cabello Vinyl Novels & Stories

He planted a soft kiss on my knuckles, bringing a smile to my face. “Sure, Mr vampire.” We relished the delicious meal, talked and exchanged loving glances. The atmosphere filled with an air of contentment and happiness. As dessert arrived, Jonathan presented a small box adorned with a satin ribbon and placed it in front of me. My heart skipped a beat as I untied the ribbon and opened the box, revealing a delicate necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart. “Oh, Jonathan, it’s beautiful.” I exclaimed, feeling a surge of emotions welling up inside me.

The dress was tight, hugging the curves Rowan was forcing me to restore, but the whispers made me feel completely naked. "Ignore them," Lila whispered fiercely from beside me, adjusting the lace sleeves. "They're just terrified because they know you're about to outrank every single one of them." "She won't outrank anyone if she doesn't make it to the altar," a sharp, cloying voice drifted from the entryway. The velvet curtains parted, and Camilla stepped into the showroom. She looked radiant, wrapped in a tailored cream coat that screamed wealth, her blonde hair perfectly coiffed. But her eyes… those cold, blue eyes that shared half my DNA, were burning with a venomous heat.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” I smiled against her skin. “Go get dressed, baby.” She jumped off my lap, grinning. “Give me ten minutes.” I watched her rush into the closet, the hoodie rising high up her thighs as she ran. She turned before shutting the door and winked, making me smile like an idi*t. She always brings out that soft gentle love out of me. A part that vanishes when I’m with Ruby… Ten minutes later, Camila came out looking like she popped right out of the Vogue magazine. She was wearing tight jeans, a black silk top, and that lip gloss she knew I liked. She stood in front of me, spinning once.

With every stride, she exuded confidence and beauty. Camila's hair styled with meticulous care, falling in loose waves that framed her radiant face. Soft waves danced around her shoulders, complementing the overall allure of her appearance. Her makeup was tastefully done, highlighting her natural beauty with a hint of glamour. A touch of red lipstick on her lips, perfectly matching the hue of her gown.

He was a lone wolf who ran his own territory. By the time he reached Bella Vida Salon, Santiago was vibrating with a different kind of tension. He’d seen the shop in the shadows last night, but in the daylight, the gold lettering on the glass looked like a challenge. The bell chimed as he pushed inside, the sound nearly drowned out by the whir of high-end blow dryers. The place smelled of rosemary, citrus, and the faint, underlying musk of several omegas. Six sleek black chairs lined the walls. Camila Ortiz was across the room, wrapping a client’s hair in silver foil. She caught Santiago’s eye and flashed a toothy, predatory grin.

Although our cuddling is very nice and comfortable, it's a bit hard to ignore the fact that I really want her. But here's the thing, I don't want to have sex with Camilla at least not just yet. I need to figure what this thing I am feeling for her is. I don't want to do anything and then I'll just find out it's just lust. Camilla is a very beautiful woman. She has long, thick, black, curly hair that could make a guy run mad, the kind of ass that was a distraction, a very pretty face with that was somewhere between hard and sweet. And her drool worthy long legs.

“Can I have you? I want you so badly, Camila…” ****

“Maybe over coffee? There’s a place I think you’d like. What do you say?” For a moment, I couldn’t speak. My heart raced, and my cheeks felt hot. Then I smiled, nodding. “I’d like that.” I took my time to look at him, damn I missed him. “Date!!” Kara placed her hands over her mouth feeling super excited. Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she nudged me with her elbow. I groaned, rolling my eyes. “It’s nothing big.” “Nothing big? Girl, you’re going on a date with Vincent! That’s huge!” Kara teased, grinning ear to ear.

I smirked and pushed once more into her. “Louder, Camilla. I can't hear you at that volume." “Please", she called weakly, her voice almost as strong as mine. I continued to ram mindlessly into her. She had to say my name. I slid my hand down and found her clit and began to pet it as I rammed. She raised her hand to grab my hair. She screamed my name. “Louder!" “Blaine, I'm sorry!" No. She got it wrong. I grabbed her and turned her over in a low doggie. I rammed slowly but completely, banging hard against her full butt. I gave it a hard slap and grabbed it hard. She screamed.

This was the first time I saw Anthony this way and I could not help but see what more he would do to me if I triggered his desire. I sighed wistfully and searched through my luggage for a dress. I chuckled when I came across a section where my best friend, Gina had put the clothes she deemed as ‘sexy killer’. I picked up something red and lifted it. I gasped at how pretty it looked. It was a short, thin strapped dress with a low back. It would look perfect on me, and I knew it would make Anthony drool. “Let’s see how my dear husband reacts to this.” ++++