Camille's POVI bit my lip waiting for Gavriel. I heard the door click as he walked into the showroom. My stomach rolled in anticipation, and I tried to calm my shaky nerves. His heat sheathed me. He stood close. I closed my eyes briefly, relishing his scent. A scent that was so damned familiar. "The zip?" He asked in a husky tone. A very familiar husky tone. I had thought my dream was weird. Hazel couldn't be Gavriel. Hazel was... Crazy? Demanding. Domineering. He wasn't afraid to push my limits. To make me his slut. And Gavriel? My eyes widened. He wasn't exactly different either. He was demanding too. They were both huge men. They both enjoyed that wicked pleasure of spanking me. And their eyes. I clamped a hand over my mouth. Both men had hazel eyes. Gavriel's hand found the zip to the dress I wore. As he dragged it down, his knuckles brushed against my back, causing me to arch against him. "Fuck, Camille," he hissed. "Don't do that," ...Take it pet...Good heavens,
Gavriel's POVI slipped my mask on and walked into the private suite with a spring to my step. I needed this. I needed her. Today had been pure torture. Camille Caldwell would be the fucking death of me at this rate. I couldn't get rid of the image of her sucking on her marvelous tits in the dressing room. If I wasn't being held back by my damned principles, I would have her against the wall. I would have fucked those tits, then fucked her pussy as well. I want you too, she had said. The little girl didn't know just how far I could take her words, did she? "Welcome sir," She stood in the living room wearing a black lingerie. I loved the way the material contrasted her skin. There was a wide smile on her face. "Well you're here early," I murmured, shedding off my jacket. My hands reached for the buttons on the cuff of my sleeves when she walked up to me, running her hands around my chest as she circled around me. "I'm just happy to see you," She whispered in a seductive voice
Camille's POV"Interesting choice," Gavriel hummed, untying my hands. I could swear my knees buckled at that sound. Now that I knew it was him, it somehow heightened my pleasure. The desire for him. He still hadn't figured out who I was, and I was grateful for that. The minute he found out that I was Camille, all of this could end. My eyes fell on the impressive cock pushing against the zipper of his pants. I had to have him before then. "Pick it up," he ordered, bringing me back to the present. I reached for the toy. It was an odd looking, cylindrical vibrator, about six inches long. It had a handle at the end. The head of the vibrator was covered with ridges and bumps. The size, the design made it look so nasty, I could barely wait for it to be lodged in my pussy. Gavriel slipped behind me, covering my hands with his. "Do you like the toy?" He whispered, guiding my hands to bring the toy to my lips. "Yes sir," "Hmm. Open up slut," he murmured. I parted my mouth. The t
Gavriel's POV"By 9am, you have a meeting with the design team. By 11am ..." I droned out the voice of Alexa as she read out my schedule as I ran on the treadmill. The whole point of having artificial intelligence read out my schedule was to be able to do something else at the time. It felt hard to breathe as I ran, but I pushed ahead anyway. I couldn't get her out of my head. My pet. My stripper. Especially after my last meeting with her. It was three solid days, and I had barely resisted the urge to call for her. Barely. If I wasn't so damned busy, I would have anyway. Fuck, how could I not think about her? All I could see were those blue eyes, widening as I pushed her beyond her limits. I wanted to see them cloud with tears, like they had when I made her deep throat my cock. I wanted to hear her cry and scream like she did when I mercilessly toyed with her pussy. "Focus, Donovan!" I yelled at myself, running faster. She was just a stripper. I didn't see why she took s
Camille's POVCrap. I tapped my bag nervously. "It's nothing," Gavriel's eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer. I could feel his warm breath fan my face as he demanded. "I asked a question!" Shit. I thought I had hidden the mask quickly. I couldn't risk Gavriel finding out that I was the stripper. He would definitely stay away from me. Or worse, he could tell my father. "It's none of your business!" I yelled. "It's just a silly game I play with Megan. Now, if you're done being such a brute, let me go!" "Watch your tongue," He hissed, looking confused. "Who is Megan?" "A friend," I scoffed, adjusting my bag. I tightened my grip on it. I couldn't risk him trying to snatch it off. I doubted he had noticed the mask designs. Or that he had figured it out. Yet. People around us watched on, probably trying to figure out what was going on and who we were. Gavriel simply stood there, those eyes peering at me. Clearing my throat, I asked awkwardly. "Are we leaving? Or are you goi
Camille's POV I gasped, tossing the rubber dildo aside, and struggled to sit up when he spoke again. "Do not move a muscle," He stood at the door that led to the bedroom, dressed in black shirt and pants. His hair looked damp as they fell all around his face. He must have stepped out of the shower not long ago. His fresh, clean scent filled my nose, and my mouth watered. The mask on his face did nothing to hide the severe look in his eyes. I was going to get punished. And yet it thrilled me. My pussy clenched around the silicon dildo and those eyes darkened. "I told you not to move a muscle." "I-I didn't," I mumbled, watching him step into the room, taking up every space, until all I could see, breathe and feel was him. He moved closer to my legs which were spread open, trailing a finger over my exposed thighs. "Then why are your pussy lips moving?" A sharp smack over my cunt sent me reeling. I still had the dildo in and yet my juices seeped from the sides. He growled, sm
Gavriel's POVCamille. I was fucked. Blue eyes stared back at me, wide as if caught red handed. I tried to think about what was happening. Why the hell was Camille in my arms? No. No, that didn't exactly explain the situation. Why the hell was Camille sitting on my thighs, with my cock mere inches from being buried in her cunt?! I had been so close. I had wanted to damn it all, lift those sexy hips and just give her what she wanted. What we both wanted. I had almost fucked Caldwell's daughter. I was a fucking fool! She smiled sheepishly at me before stuttering. "H-Hi Gav," I blinked, her words settling in. I still had my mask on. "How the hell do you know it was me?!" Now that I think about it. She wasn't surprised. If she hadn't known who I was, she was supposed to freak out. I was freaking out! I hadn't fucked her yet but hell, I ought to burn for the naughty things I had done to her. The things I had made her do. A replay of how I had mauled her pussy right in the
Camille's POVI slipped on my dress, glaring at the email on the screen of my phone. Gavriel had fired me. How could he? After he had walked out without a word, leaving me horny as hell. I'd managed to get home before giving in to the urge to touch myself. Oh, we had been so close. I closed my eyes, throwing my head back as I recalled the way his cock pressed against my pussy. Rubbing, stroking, teasing my swollen lips with that magnificent head. He had felt thick and huge and all I had wanted was to lift my hips and sink down on that cock. Impale myself with it. But then, my stupid mask just had to fall off. My brows snapped together at the thought. How had the mask fallen off? It was tied properly. I had made sure my masks never slipped, especially after that first day. Unless he had tried to undo the mask. I remembered the kiss. His hands in my hair. He must have tugged at the knot then. I gritted my teeth, realizing what had happened. Gavriel had unmasked me on purpose.
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.
Third POVGerard Donovan drove his car over the uneven road and let out a series of curses as his car dipped into a pothole and then crossed over a tree root. He would never for the life of him understand why Victoria had picked the warehouse hidden in the woods when one of Gavriel's safe houses would have worked just fine.His brother had to have safe houses right? Didn't rich people with so much money invest in that type of shit? Gerard wouldn't know seeing that his entire adulthood had been ripped away from him.By his parents. By his brother. And by the two policemen who stuffed him in their car at the age of fifteen and carted him off to jail. His life had changed after that.While in prison, he had heard news about his brother. Gavriel considered himself too holy to visit him and so for thirty years, Gerard watched his brother grow on TV in the
Camille's POVWhen I regained consciousness, my head felt so heavy. There was a loud pounding sound that filled my entire head and had me groaning in pain. Opening my eyes burned. It felt as though someone had taped them shut and rippling the eyelids apart was pure hell.When I managed to open them, I breathed heavily. Everything was a blur due to the tears that had gathered from the pain. I blinked them away rapidly, trying to focus.There was a ceiling. White ceilings that connected to green walls and then some rustic brown rug. It wasn't my taste, but it wasn't bad to look at. I rubbed my forehead, trying to ease the headache that threatened to pound my brain to mush. Where was I?What happened? The last thing I remembered was... Shit!Nolan had hit me! The bastard rammed my car lik
Camille's POVI clasped a hand over my mouth.Gavriel had a brother? I had never... I would never have thought that was possible until now. Until I saw Gerard. He never told me.I don't think Dad knew about it. Dad never mentioned Gav had a brother, but at least he knew about Victoria's existence."That's a bit cold coming from his twin brother," Victoria chuckled as if she just told a funny joke.Gerard snorted.Twin brothers. Now it made a bit more sense.At first glance, Gerard and Gavriel look exactly alike. Anyone could confuse the two of them. But I knew everything about Gavriel like the palm of my hand. That had to be why Gerard kept me shut out by the security.He didn't want me to discover this.He drove past the company,
Camille's POVHe cocked his head to the side, his eyes grazing my entire frame, from my clothes to the makeup on my face. There was no heat behind his gaze. There used to be so much behind his gaze. Was it so simple for him to turn it off and on?"I would ask how you got past security, but that would be redundant no?"I gave an airy laugh and dropped on the seat before him. "I had to. You wouldn't see me."He shrugged then resumed scanning through the document on his desk. "I believe I have made myself clear. Are you always this clingy and clueless?"The insults stung. At least now I knew how he felt when I insulted and accused him of murdering Dad."I am. You used to love it,"He scoffed. "Of course. Well I don't love it now, Miss Caldwell. And I am trying to work. See yourself out, will