Camille's POVHis eyes flashed at my words, and his nostrils flared. He watched me touch myself, watched me delve my fingers into my pussy and struggle to make myself cum. My lips were parted, my eyes hooded as I stared at him, begging him to come closer. Begging him to finish what he started. Fuck, I really was a slut. The entire room was filled with the scent of my pussy juices, driving me drunk with passion. Holding his gaze, I slipped my fingers, thoroughly coated with my pussy juices, into my mouth. I closed my eyes as my taste flooded my tongue, moaning softly. He growled, yanking his tie loose and stalked towards me. His arms looped around my thighs, bringing me closer to the edge of the table. Tossing me a wink, he buried his face in my pussy. My body tensed. His nose rubbed against intimate parts of me, over my pussy lips and then between them. “You smell so good pet,” he groaned. “And heavens, you're as wet as the fucking ocean.” It's all your fault, I wanted to say
Camille's POV“Ah, shopping,” I sighed as we walked into the grand mall. “How I have missed you!” “We haven't done this in forever,” Megan groaned behind me. “I used to hate coming here with you,but now I actually miss it.” “Oh please,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “You enjoyed coming here with me. Don't deny it.” “Maybe,” she said cheekily, weaving her arm with mine.“So, what's the occasion? Your dad finally gave you your credit cards?” I scoffed, pressing my lips into an angry line. “I wish. I thought he would calm down soon when he first decided to seize all my cards. But considering it's been about three months now, I doubt I'm ever getting them back.” “He must have been really pissed with you,” Megan mumbled. I tried to shrug off her words, but they stung. My father really had been angry. In all my years, I had never seen him as angry as when he had come to bail me at the police station after I had hit that girl with my car. It had been a mistake. And if we were being tru
Camille's POV“You're here,” I tried to hide my excitement as I approached Gavriel. I could feel the eyes of every single woman in the store on us right now, and I would bet the world that they were jealous. The devilishly handsome hulk standing in the room was obviously mine. And he had eyes for me alone.“I am,” he rumbled in that deep baritone of his. “How did you know I was here?” I asked, trying to resist the urge to fling myself into his arms. I had missed those large hands on me. Gripping me, choking me, stroking my hair. “Your messages,” he said in a cryptic voice, then leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You're getting all the dresses.” “I-I am? There's about fifteen-”“All of them,” he growled. “You're going to get all those dresses, and you're going to put on a show for me.” “Oh,” I panted. Why on earth was his voice so sexy? My panties were getting soaked like the shameless slut I was. “Am I clear?” “Yes Daddy,” “Good, go get them,” he ordered, withdrawing from
Camille's POV“Y-Yeah it was,” What on earth was Dad doing skulking around the gate? What if Gavriel had kissed me or something? He would have seen it all. And shit would have hit the fan. I should be grateful that the jackass had been cold to me before he drove off. At least now I knew why. He wanted to be careful. “Oh, he could've dropped in to say hi!” My father brightened, and for a minute, guilt settled heavy in my stomach. Dad and Gavriel were good friends. And considering how old he was getting, it sucked that I was coming between them. “He will next time,” I said, looping a hand around my father's arms. “We're going on a trip to Paris tomorrow, so he got me dresses.” “Oh, that's where the bags came from,” He chuckled, walking me towards the door. “I was just about to rain down the questions.” “Oh come on, Dad. You can't house me forever, you know that, right?” His eyes held mine, and I thought he looked sad. He blinked, and it was gone. “I can try. Do you enjoy work
Gavriel's POV"It is a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Donovan," I gave Elliot Rocheforte a brief nod, grasped his hand in a hand shake before settling down on my seat. "And my who is this beauty?" The french man drawled, and my insides clenched as the sweet little vixen beside me laughed. "Hello, Mr Rocheforte. I am Camille," The bastard grinned widely, took her outstretched hand, and kissed it. "Call me Elliot, darling," My jaw clenched at the sight. I wanted to grab him by his luscious gold hair and smash his face right into the table. But of course, that would give me a bad reputation. A man who couldn't control himself around a woman was a damned pussy. But fuck, I wanted to be a pussy so bad. Especially with the way Elliot kept buttering my pet up with compliments. And she ate them up. "Sit, Camille," I growled. The minx gave me the stink eye, gave Rocheforte another one of those laughs that was meant for me before obeying! Damn her! She had sat as still as fuckin
Camille's POV"The jet is undergoing repairs," Gavriel said gruffly. We sat in the backseat of the car that was supposed to drive us to the airport, and he had just received a call. "Oh, okay," I mumbled. My ass was still sore from his lashes yesterday. It had been hot, but knowing he had done so with the sole purpose of disciplining me made me sulk. I wished he had gone just a bit further. Like toying with my cunt with those fingers. Instead he had ignored me and he was just as withdrawn this morning. "It will take a while," He said. "I see," I said, keeping my eyes fixed on a little dog outside the car. Its owner had tied it to a fire hydrant on the road side and was busy chatting with her friends. Poor little thing. "Camille," he called. My nipples stiffened and I closed my eyes, annoyed. I shouldn't be so turned on by him. It was unfair that I was a mess whenever he was near and he sat right beside me, looking unfazed. "Hmm?" I hummed, struggling to keep my focus on t
Camille's POVMy thighs quivered in anticipation as Gavriel led me to the bed. He shed off his pants, loosened the tie around his neck, while breathing heavily."Sit," he ordered, gesturing to the bed. "Take off that dress,"I hummed, following his orders. I yanked off my dress revealing my boobs. They were barely covered in the half bra I had on. Eyes fixed on his wet shiny cock, I tugged the bra down and heard him groan.He moved closer, looming above me. Oh fuck, I loved his cock. It looked so monstrous and hard and absolutely delicious. His shaft jumped, swaying in the hair. The pink head was smeared with precum and it rolled down the shaft in delicious white beads.I reached my hand out to touch him."No," he hissed. "No touching,""Aww why?" I whined, pouting. "Please?"
Camille's POVI struggled with the dry cleaned suit, trying to find a way to fit it into the car without messing it up. Gavriel would have my head. My phone buzzed for the millionth time that day, and I rolled my eyes. I knew just who it was. The arrogant asshole of my boss who showed me the time of my life in Paris and decided he wanted to be a jerk afterward. "Hi," I grunted into the device, shoving the suit into the car roughly. I was tired. It was barely one in the afternoon, and I had run enough errands to make me lose ten pounds. "Where are you?" Gavriel's gruff voice filled my ears. Oh crap, that was his pissed off voice. I tried to go over the list of things I was supposed to do that day. I had done them... Right?"Picking up your laundry," I mumbled, bracing myself for whatever came next. "I need you at the office in five minutes," My heart leapt in hope. Did he... Was he implying that he needed me? I had suffered the past few days without his touch, and he had bee
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