Novel & Cerita Vedal X Camila

camila cover their face as a she heard the sound again. "Camila" Camela screamed, violently shaking her twin sister. "What?" She asked as Camela shake her. "Have you forgotten about our plan already?" "Was it today?" Camila lied. "Camila?" Camela call in shock. She smiled as she stood up, and turned on the light to see her twin sisters reaction, she then began to laugh at her face "ha ha ha, not funny" Camela frown. " you should have seen the look on your face Mela, you really should have" camila frown deepened.

Chelle turned. Camila stood there, posture elegant, smile delicate. “Oh—hi.” Chelle stretched out her hand. Camila looked at it. Then at her. Her smile dropped and her fingers didn’t move. “I don’t like you.” The words slid out smooth and flat. Chelle’s hand slowly lowered. Camila stepped closer. Close enough for Chelle to smell her perfume. Close enough that the balcony railing pressed into Chelle’s lower back. “I know about you,” Camila whispered. “With the little shit you did with Simon in the past .”

“Layla.” I grit my teeth at the achingly sweet voice before turning to find Camila climbing the stairs after me. She holds two glasses of dark red wine. I try to read her body language and facial expressions, but her fake smile keeps me from truly reading her. “I wanted to offer you congratulations and blessing for your relationship with Prince Vincent,” she says, holding out a glass to me. “We’re not… there is no relationship between me and Prince Vincent,” I tell her, but she ignores my words and presses the glass into my hand.

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.

His body was now dissolving in a vat of acid. Dante Luciano was as far from a choirboy as they could come. Yet, there was something more primal at work, maybe even something I could justify as altruistic. Camila wanted to be kissed. Another step. Camila’s eyes grew impossibly larger, and her lips opened slightly as she backed away from me. Our feet moved in sync, one and then the other. Her breathing came faster, causing her breasts to push against her dress. The material tented over beaded nipples.

And she's my weapon. Camila is my weapon!

Vincenzo growled, his voice low and ragged with need. "Mhmmm… Yes! Yes! I love your cock!" Camilla cried out. After several minutes of relentless fucking, Vincenzo pulled out and rolled Camilla onto her stomach, positioning her perfectly beneath him. “Get on all fours,” he commanded. Camilla got on all fours, and Vincenzo thrusted his cock into her from behind, making her gasp. This angle drove him deeper, hitting her G-spot perfectly. Camilla threw her head back, her vision blurring as waves of pleasure ripped through her.

“I don’t care how much you’ve invested in my project. This woman just got here from abroad. She’s my friend and the star of my upcoming series. If you touch her again, I’ll pull your funding myself.” Ezekiel stood there, frozen, barely processing the word “star.” His eyes were locked on Vespera’s neck. In the turmoil, her dress had shifted just enough. Her collarbone was smooth and untouched. There was no scar. There was no mark. Just flawless skin. “It’s not there,” Ezekiel murmured, his voice hollow. Vespera looked at him, a mixture of horror and pity on her face, as if she were gazing at a madman. “Jerry, please... let’s go inside. I want to leave.”

"I caught the screen. It was a contact named 'Valeria Vega.'" "And?" "It was a woman, Camden. High-pitched. He had this look on his face—soft. Protective. He told her he’d 'see them both soon.' Both. Who’s the other one?" Camila’s thumbs flew across her screen. "Give me a beat. I'm digging through the Warhawks roster archives." The light from her phone turned her face a ghostly blue. "Nothing on his private life. No listed mates, no scandals. Could be a sister. Or a mother."

I shook it. “i’m Camila..” I paused “do I know you from somewhere?” She laughed “no, I’m here for Roman, I’m his ex, we dated for a couple years” she replied. I felt my heart drop but I maintained a smiling face. The last thing I wanted was to deal with some crazy ex because she looked very crazy to me. Thankfully Xavier came by my side giving Danie a look. “who’s this?” he asked me.