Gavriel's POVI tried to listen to the voice of reason. The one telling me a gazillion reasons why I shouldn't fuck the stripper before me. All I could think of was why the hell not? She was willing. So fucking willing. The evidence currently resided in my mouth. Her taste. I loved it. I had lapped up every single juice. It was amusing watching her try to flaunt my authority. To watch her think she could make whatever choice she wanted. She belonged to me. She was my pet. My toy. Mine to play with. And recently, the only way I could get over Camille. I gritted my teeth as I folded my clothes and placed them on the bedside table. I was hard as hell. My cock jutted out, dangling upright in the air as I walked, slapping my stomach occasionally. My pet let out a little moan, her hungry eyes latched onto my cock. See? She was perfect. She took my punishments like a good little slut. She loved my cock. So fucking cock hungry and it pleased me. "Want this?" I taunted, wrapping a h
Camille's POVMy eyes snapped open at the loud sound that filled my ears. My phone. I was so exhausted. Tonight had been so damned good. The teasing, his hands, the torture. I groaned as I struggled to sit up. I doubted any of our sessions had lasted this long. My ringtone registered in my head, and my eyes widened. Wait a minute. The only person who could be calling me at such an hour was my father! He had probably found out that I had snuck out of the house. "Well shit," I mumbled, struggling to get off the bed. I walked to the living room with the bedsheet clutched to my chest, where my phone rang to see Hazel hadn't left yet. He stood tall and proud with my bag in one hand and my phone in another. He had worn his clothes, and I wanted nothing more than to peel them off and beg him to take me as hard and fast as he could. "You're still here?" I said, sashaying over to him.He nodded blankly, squinting as he stared at the device in his hands. "Yours?" "Considering we're the
Gavriel's POV"I... Uh, I apologize, Ga-" "I don't need your damned apology!" I yelled, pinching the bridge of my nose. "We were supposed to showcase our designs today. Tell me you contacted the model yesterday." She paused. She didn't say a word, and I knew that she had forgotten. Dammit! What was the point of having an assistant if she was going to disrupt my work further? I was a man of principles, and while Camille's wildness could be endearing, her nonchalant attitude got on my nerves. "You didn't, did you?" I growled. "Look, Gav, I'm sorry. I sort of just forgot after yesterday..." She trailed off, and my brows shot up. After yesterday. Fuck me, how could I possibly forget that? Touching her at work had been madness. And yet I enjoyed every bit of it. That soft greedy little pussy. Then I wanted more. And that was dangerous considering I shouldn't be trying to fuck my friend's daughter. "Sir," The marketing representative for my company, Ted, called. "Delegates f
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
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.