Fired

Gavriel's POV

Camille.

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