Gavriel's POV
I woke up to Camille's snuffles as she burrowed deeper into my arms. Her hair was a mess, she had a night robe she had shrugged on last night. But the skimpy little thing rode up her ass, exposing her milky skin. Her lovely scent teased my nose and I took a deep whiff.
Addicted.
I was fucking addicted.
I had no idea how long I lay there, watching her. I had two days left on our weekend getaway and a whole load of fantasies to unleash.
I had been right. Camille was the perfect submissive. Her naughty responses were just right. Just fucking right.
I stroked her back, feeling her skin ripple under the silk gown. She purred, soft and almost too quiet for me to hear. Her lips parted and then closed, sending a spread of heat all through my chest and down my thighs.
Camille's POV"What?"I turned to Gav, eyes wide in wonder. He had an apprehensive look on his face, eyes watching me warily."No way," I repeated running to the ropes excitedly. I ran my hands over them, feeling the flexible yet firm material. "When did you set this up, you naughty man?" I teased, curling the ropes around my arm.His shoulders visibly relaxed and he folded his arms. "I take it you like it then?"I more than liked it. The ropes pulled heavy on my arm and I let it go, loving the slight burn they left behind. They were strong. Strong and woven. I felt him draw closer until his chest brushed against my back."You want me tied up out here?" I whispered, taking in the scenery. Green lush fields surrounded us and blended into the forests around us. It looked like there was no one around,
Camille's POVHis large hands gripped my hips to keep me from swaying. The tip of his cock, huge as the rest of him, pressed down my wet folds, teasing me."Gav-" My voice failed me when he pushed his hips, pressing in. The knob spread my pussy wider, pushing in, the walls giving way for him. His grip on the chain tightened and the clamps yanked at my nipples.My lips parted but the wails died down my throat as he sunk in. My nipples were sore and my tits throbbed. My cunt struggled to accommodate every inch of him until he was buried to the hilt."Camille, baby, oh fuck," His grunts were like music to my ears.I hung my head, tiny mewls slipping from my lips as he rocked his hips in slow deep thrusts. He filled me up and had my eyes rolling in my head at how slow and sensual yet maddening he fucked me.
Gavriel's POV"Get back here, Camille," I yelled."No!" Camille yelled back as she raced towards the cabin.Her laugh filled the air around me. It was a throaty sound that had me grinning like a damned fool behind her. The silly girl had stolen my moussaka, chowed it down, and ran off laughing. I tried to keep a stern face as I yelled for her, but I would be lying if I said I didn't love it.Camille could be goofy all she wanted. I loved how versatile she was. Just four hours ago, I had on the porch of my cabin, tied up and begging me to fuck her in that perfect sultry voice of hers. Now the little minx ran around, giggling with her mouth full. "You'll pay for that, Camille!"She stopped to stick out her tongue at me then sq
Camille's POVI moaned as I slid off the Sybian. Oh hell, that felt so good. My pussy tingled from cumming and with the dark look on Gavriel's face, I knew he wasn't done with me yet.My body shot with excitement.Okay, perhaps I had purposely come down to the dungeon, so I could give him a reason to punish me. Craving his punishments was nasty as fuck, I knew that. But I couldn't help it. Gavriel knew how to toy with my body. He heightened the feel of pleasure, every stroke, every fucking pulse. He was my aphrodisiac and I was addicted to him. All of him."Clean up the mess you made," He ordered."Yes sir,"I dropped to my knees, running my tongue over the dildo, licking off my juices. Gav stood behind the chair, hissing as he watched my lap on the toy like
Camille's POVFor a minute there was silence. Gavriel's eyes darkened and not in the seductively tempting style. He looked pissed."What's wrong?" I murmured, unsure of what exactly j had done wrong. The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped a hundred degrees and it had me worried. "Gav?""Let's just have dinner," he said in a stone-cold voice and held a fork full of pasta to my lips.I shook my head. "You're acting weird. Something's up. Is it the question I asked?""Camille, I don't want to do this right now. We just had an amazing time together and-""There's no need to be all defensive," I snapped, suddenly feeling very irritated. Why was he all grumpy? I had only asked why he hadn't gotten married yet.Unless... Unless he thought I was trying to get him to p
Camille's POVHe walked out of the kitchen after that. I stayed still, I had no idea for how long, but every second felt so long and torturous, it was hard resisting the urge to grind my throbbing pussy against the wood.When Gav walked right back into the kitchen, he had thick ropes in his one palm and stormed over like some god of pleasure.I didn't need to grind my pussy against the wood anymore. Jolts of pleasure spread through my nerves at the thought of what was about to happen. "Oh," Was all I could come up with when he moved behind me and grabbed my waist."Stick that ass out for me, love," He instructed, pulling me by the waist back until most of my ass was off the chair and cool air whipped against my exposed pussy. "I want those arms behind you, good girl."He tied my hands
Camille's POV"Leaving?"It was barely noon yet. I had hoped we could spend a lot more time together and leave tonight instead. Oh who was I kidding? I saw the look on Gavriel's face while I received my father's call. I knew he was bothered."Yes," he said gruffly and turned around walking into the closet and I followed. He was being all closed off. I watched him yank a new shirt on, his fingers deftly slipping in the buttons. "Why so early? I was hoping we would have time together until evening-""We're leaving now, Camille," He growled. "Don't make this harder than it already is.""What is so hard about it? Is this because Dad called?"He remained silent, a deep frown on his forehead as he finished buttoning his shirt and reached for his pants. I snatched it right out of his hands. He looked at me looking so confu
Camille's POV"No events?" I asked in a high-pitched voice, chewing my food faster so it wouldn't sink the wrong hole.Of course, the company had no events in Atlanta. I was in charge of Gav's schedule and there was nothing slated for Atlanta until the end of the year. What was more important was how on earth had my father found out."Yes," he replied, eyes bearing down on me. "I checked with Donovan's company, the manager says they aren't expecting Donovan until December.""Oh, I see,"Shit, shit, I should be able to come up with something better than that. I wasn't expecting a confrontation."Where were you, Camille?""Well it's pretty much a secret, Mr Caldwell," Megan chirped with her mouth full and we both glanced at her.She flushed,
Third POVThe city of New York had never felt such pomp or excitement in a long time. And that was such a profound statement because exciting things happened in New York all the time.However, there was nothing as exciting as seeing America's finest billionaire bachelor getting hitched. Gavriel Donovan had made waves in the fashion industry and even bigger waves in the media. From the scandal involving his ex-wife to his best friend's death, his exposed relationship with said best friend's daughter, and the kidnap incident he suffered some two months ago.For almost two years, the media never seemed to run out of things to discuss about Gavriel Donovan. And on that very day, before God, men and backbiters alike, Gavriel Donovan would be getting married to the love of his life.Camille Caldwell."This is bigger th
Camille's POV"Wake up, sleepy head,"I woke to murmuring in my ear, a lazy smile on my face."Good morning, baby girl," Came the deep guttural voice that teased my eyes. Hot kisses, trailed down my face, to my jaw, and then down my neck.I moaned lightly when he slid down the bed to brush his mouth against my exposed breasts."Good morning, Gavriel,"My eyes opened to see him staring up at me, his eyes bright and mischievous. The past few days had been bliss. Pure bliss."Well, look who is finally awake," He teased, holding my gaze while his tongue gave a slow hot lick over my nipples.I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks at the double entendre. We had barely gotten any sleep the night before. I didn't shy away from his gaze. Instea
Camille's POVI counted every second until Gavriel walked out of the asylum and slipped into the backseat with me. His eyes were rimmed red and fear gripped me.Had something happened with Nolan?Did he get into a fight and was killed?Crap, all I could think about were gory things. There had been so much death and blood in the past two weeks that I couldn't summon a simple positive thought.At first, I wasn't sure what to ask. And what to NOT ask. What did one say to a man who visited his son in a mental hospital? I wasn't sure. And frankly, I was horrid at this sort of thing.I stuck with calling his name and taking his hand in mine. He gave a wane smile, squeezed my hand, and returned his gaze to the window while Dane pulled out of the driveway.The d
Gavriel's POV"Okay," She whispered. "That's good. You should have seen him. He was very... distraught when he saw you dying."He was?That was relieving.After a hearty lunch with her, Chad and Megan went off to who knows where. Camille climbed into bed with me, her head on my chest, while her hands stroked my chest gently."You're thinking too deeply," I murmured when she sighed. "What is it?"Her blue eyes looked up at me, flickering with concern. "Do I have to go with you to see him?"Nolan. I smiled at her and pressed my lips to her forehead. "It's fine. You don't have to come with me.""Thank you,""Oh come on," I murmured. "I wasn't going to make you come with me either way.""Re
Gavriel's POV"Oof!" I grunted when Camille threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and sobbing into my chest.Her tears made me feel like an asshole. I heard her. All while I was stuck in the damned coma, I heard her talk to me. Her voice was mostly muted and I could barely hear the words properly. But I heard enough snippets that made me ache desperately to see her again."Miss, give us a minute and you can hog him to yourself later," The doctor examining me said with a chuckle, trying to pry Camille off.She refused to let go and I grinned. I feared I would never see her again. That somehow I would lose her. With my free hand, I brushed her hair, murmuring in her ears."I'm sorry darling. I should have woken sooner,""No, no," She sniffed, looking up at me with red-rimm
Camille's POV"Miss Caldwell, what would you say about the current health situation of Mr Donovan?"Oh great, the press was here. I hadn't noticed them gathering in clusters until I was out of the car. I had gone out to get something to eat. It was noon and I hadn't eaten since noon the previous day. I hadn't wanted to leave Gavriel's side. It wasn't until my eyes felt dizzy and I was certain I would pass out that I had tried to find a diner.Two burgers later and a diet coke in the parcel bag clutched tightly between my fingers, I was standing before some twenty reporters waving their microphones and cameras at me.I had almost forgotten they existed. "What are your remarks on the scandal?""Did you know Gavriel Donovan had a twin brother?"My eyes widened on the
Third POVVictoria Harrington was done.Done with holding back. Done with keeping up with the mess in her head. She was a dripping mess. It had taken a few trial and error to escape the policemen. They could be incredibly dumb when it came to handling a woman who wanted to pee.Sure she ended up shooting a policeman in the leg and got slammed against the van that was supposed to transport her, but it was just a mere sacrifice she had to make.Right before her was the bane of her existence. Two of them. Gavriel, her ex-husband, and his young stupid lover. Anger surged through Victoria and she gripped the gun tighter, pointing it right at Camille."Victoria," Gavriel's deep voice filled the quiet wardroom. "Put down the gun,"If Nolan hadn't come to pick her up while she escaped the police van, she probably
Camille's POV"Are you sure you will be fine on your own?"The woman who helped me the night before was Faye. She had heard my screams while she was in her home and had looked out the window to see what was going on. She hadn't wasted time rushing out of the house and driving down the road like she was some passerby.I would always be grateful to her. She didn't just drop me off at the police station and be on her merry way. She dropped a witness statement that I had been kidnapped and a team of police was sent to retrieve Nolan while I gave my report and the recordings of what had happened with Gavriel.We stayed overnight at the station. The team sent after Nolan returned empty-handed stating that the building had been abandoned. Of course, he ran away. Faye had stayed with me today until the evening. She had been a darling. 
Gavriel's POVThe first time I felt hunger in the true sense of it, was when I was sixteen. It had been two days after my birthday and I had escaped one of the foster homes the government had tossed me in. I spent the night in an alley. Found a spot behind a pillar to rest and woke the next morning to some barman chasing me away with a stick.That morning, my stomach felt empty. It growled and grumbled but I couldn't get anything to eat. Not in the trash cans and certainly not from the kindness of strangers. By noon, my mouth was dry, my insides were hot. The next day, my arms and legs were useless, my tongue was stuck to the roof of my tongue. I had a maddening headache and everything started to look tasty.That was hunger. Sixteen-year-old me would not have survived if Old Robert hadn't found me.