Romance Camila Cabello Vinyl Novels & Stories

CAMILLA'S POV. “Be careful what you wish for.” His deep voice sounded, making my clit twitch with excitement. My toes curled, and I sat up, positioning myself on this torso. He sat up as well, his big hands circling my waist and holding firmly like he didn't ever want to let go. I straddled him and worked my fingers around his nipples. “I don't care about anything, this is what I want.” I leaned in for a kiss. “You are what I want right now.” My clit throbbed, and he held me tighter, immediately pressing his lips against mine.

All he did was shake his head up and down for a few seconds, and once I was down, I went silent because I wanted to hear what he thought about the whole situation. "We need to take it up a notch. He doesn't seem to think that whatever is happening between you and I is serious," he finally commented. I had thought about that as well, but what I didn't know for sure was how much more Daniel had to see for him to finally back off. Looking at Vincent, I could see that he was really thinking deeply, and it seemed like it was something that crossed his mind once. He looked around the office and then finally looked down at me, and with a smirk on his face, he asked, “Camila, are you ready to take o

"Shhh...calm down...I'm all yours, Camellia." He said and caressed her hair which was resting on her back. He wanted to take a sniff of her long hair but since his wrists were tied and she was smooching out his face, not that he is complaining...he could not have a sniff of her hair. "Wow." He said as she slowly moved down and kissed his neck. He could feel butterflies dancing in his stomach and his heart was running a marathon as if it wanted to win...win as if a heart attack.

Chapter 47 “Please…” Camilla said. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Please what?” Vincenzo questioned, increasing his pace in rubbing her clit without breaking eye contact with her. “Fuck,” Camilla moaned as she arched her back, and shuts her eyes. The tingling sensation of excitement and longing was overwhelming. “No milla. Open your fucking eyes and stare at me, I want you to watch me as I take you,” Vincenzo demanded and she opened her eyes immediately, making eye contact with him.

It felt like Jag was already touching her, her pussy tensing and relaxing to ease the delicious throbbing. "You drive a hard bargain." Jag rasped, his lips rubbing over Camille's as he spoke. "And the scent of your arousal makes it impossible to deny you." "So, that's a yes?" Camille panted, hips squirming with need. "That is a yes." Jag agreed before claiming Camille's mouth once more. "I feel like I can believe it but can't believe it at the same time." "That makes no sense." Camille chuckled at Charlotte before popping another dorito into her mouth.

Vincenzo groaned, his head tilting back as pleasure coursed through him. "Fuck! Agh! Just like that," he muttered, his hands fisting in her hair. Camilla sucked his cock harder, her tongue swirling around the tip. Then she took his cock deeper, pressing his cock against the back of her throat. Vincenzo gripped Camilla’s hair, fucking her mouth with relentless thrusts that made her gag and choke around his cock. “Aughh!” Camilla gagged, tears pricking her eyes, but she didn’t stop.

I didn’t miss the way her dress was slightly adjusted in a way that drew attention to her exposed collarbone, or how her eyes flickered to Nolan with interest that was far from professional. I shook my head subtly as a wicked grin grew on my face. Nolan led me to my seat, which was beside him. Dimitri was already seated, but my focus was solely on Camila. “Anastasia,” Nolan started in an even tone. “This is Camila De León, our potential new business partner.” She extended a hand, her stiletto nails were painted blood red. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she purred in a smooth voice. I didn’t take her hand.

Valentina hadn’t even finished her sip of champagne when Camila leaned back on the lounge chair, stretched her legs out, and casually said, “Alright, since you didn’t bring a gift, you owe me.” Valentina arched a brow. “I thought we settled this already.” “Oh, no,” Camila smirked, turning onto her side to face her. “I let you off easy. Now I actually need something from you.” Valentina set her glass down. “Which is?”

Her pink hair stop right about her collar bone exposing the drawing of a dick and crucifix she drew on her back. Williams walked in the dark room, dark in the sense that it had just a red bulb. He found her stuffing something into her bra as she shook her pink hair. "You dyed and cut your hair?". He asked as she walked to a couch near her closet. "Nice to see you, Playboy". Her spooky eyes and Italian accent made her creepy. "Stop Calling me playboy, Camila". "Why?" She pulled out her pink hair revealing her blonde "That Is what everyone calls you".

Vincent replied, pointing to a silk banner soaked in her mother's blood with Camela's handprint beneath the crown and fox symbols. Her voice cracked. "I didn't bleed for your kingdom!” Vincent dabbed his finger on the flag's blood. "But you did, bride. Your blood keeps the veil from tearing." Camela examined his finger, but the blood did not smudge. It gave off a glow. Vincent stood, bowed solemnly, and spoke gently. "Camela Castellano, will you accept the red silk crown? Will you take the lead?" Silence. She closed her eyes, feeling a building heat at her wrists.