"Say you love me," Gabriel growled, his body slamming into mine with brutal force. I bit my lip hard, tears welling in my eyes. ‘No,’ I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible. He thrust harder, as if trying to consume me. "Just say it. Pretend for once." "Never." I swallowed the moan rising in my throat. In the midst of his frantic thrust, we both reached a climax. It was absurd-- two people who hated each other so deeply, yet perfectly attuned in bed. We'd known each other for ten years, but Gabriel’s hatred for me was palpable. He blamed me for the deaths of his mother and brother, making me the scapegoat for his grief and rage. He made things difficult for me, treating me like his personal plaything. But I loved him, secretly. A love poisoned by pain and humiliation, suffocating me all the time. Then, one day, he pressed a trembling kiss to my lips and pleaded, "Camille, don’t leave me. Never."
View MoreCamilleMy mother and Gabriel had searched the entire mansion and back garden for Matthew. They were terrified he might be harming himself in the tool shed when they heard noises coming from within, so they burst inside.What they stumbled upon was our shame, laid bare.My mother's face crumpled in horror. She slammed the door shut, but she didn't dare interrupt Matthew's… episode. Instead, she just stood there, wringing her hands, completely helpless.I caught a glimpse of shock and anguish etched on Gabriel's face.In his eyes, he was already convinced that I had seduced a mentally unstable Matthew to gain some sort of advantage with the Bennetts—he wouldn't have needed to ask, and even if he did, he'd never believe my explanation.Seeing them, Matthew's clouded mind began to clear. He slumped off me, murmuring apologies over and over.Gabriel helped him get dressed, his voice soothing and protective as he held Matthew close, telling him not to be afraid.Meanwhile, my mother, in a
CamilleMrs. Bennett had always been frail, and Matthew's disappearance for several days had driven her to despair. She couldn't eat or sleep, constantly urging Mr. Bennett to send people out to search.Even though help was dispatched daily, nothing eased her fears. Determined to find her son, she took to the streets herself, scouring every corner from dawn until dusk.But exhaustion overcame her; she collapsed by the roadside and was tragically struck by a truck that had run a red light.That gentle, caring woman—with her heart heavy for her youngest son, went to heaven, leaving us all in mourning.When I heard the news, it felt like I had died a little inside. She was the one both Gabriel and Matthew adored most.Soon enough, the maids began whispering rumors. They claimed I had taken Matthew out to play, and that my actions were to blame for his abduction.I tried to explain everything to Mr. Bennett and to Gabriel, and they seemed to accept it, but when Gabriel looked at me, the h
CamilleHow did Matthew find me? A rush of relief surged through me, but it was instantly replaced by fear—for him."Matthew! Leave me—just run!" My pants had been yanked down below my knees, but I didn't care about my own humiliation. I just screamed for him to get away.Smack!A stinging slap landed hard across my face. Pain exploded in my cheek, and for a moment, my left ear went completely deaf.Matthew grabbed the knife James had left on the table and lunged at him.But how could a fourteen-year-old boy stand a chance against a full-grown man? Especially one like James—a brute who had spent his life in brawls.It only took a few moments before Matthew was overpowered. He was bleeding, tied up, and tossed beside me like a discarded rag doll."Well, ain't this my lucky day!" James let out a triumphant laugh. "Looks like the blind old gods finally decided to do me a favor! I was just thinking I needed something big, and now I've got myself a rich little hostage."Both Matthew and I
CamilleGabriel spoke with his usual nonchalance. "Someone must have leaked information. We got ambushed halfway.""You didn't fight back? Were all the men you brought useless?"Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "How do you know I didn't?"I quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Mr. Bennett, it happened so fast last night. Gabriel was injured... because of me. I slowed him down. I'm willing to take the punishment.""Injured?" Harrison's tone was cold, devoid of any real concern. "Where?"Gabriel stepped forward, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it slightly off his shoulder, revealing the bandages.Fresh blood had already seeped through the pristine white gauze—this wound was real.Harrison was a man who trusted only what he could see. Without evidence, he would never believe a word.He gave the injury a glance and nodded."You messed up this time. Do you have any idea how much we lost?" Harrison’s voice was heavy with anger. "But since you're hurt, I'll let it slide. Camille, stay here.
CamilleIt was nearly midnight, and I didn't want Gabriel to know I'd been snooping. I put the photo albums back in the box, returning everything to its original place.I wondered how he was doing, a genuine worry settling in. I felt a twinge of worry not just for him, but for my own fate.He wouldn't end up telling his old man that I'm unfit, would he?I always felt he wasn't that devious.I had curled up in a corner, half asleep, when the door slammed open and Gabriel burst in.He was panting, his voice hoarse. "Let's go, I'll take you home."Amidst his familiar scent, I detected a faint whiff of blood.I jumped up, scanning him from head to toe. "What happened? Are you hurt?"He ignored me, shoving me towards the door. "Too many questions. Just go home."But I wasn't having it.I turned back into the room, slamming the door shut."Gabe, I need to make sure you're okay."I started unbuttoning his shirt. With practiced ease, his black shirt was off in seconds.I froze.There, on his
CamilleI screamed and pounded on the door with all my strength. The thick oak barely even shuddered. Gabriel was already gone.I fell silent, scanning the room. It wasn’t large—likely a storage room. More importantly, there were no windows.So, from the very beginning, Gabriel had never intended to let me join the mission.Damn it!Since I couldn't leave, there was no point wasting energy. I sat on the floor, slowly scanning the room.It was cluttered with odds and ends, coated in a thin layer of dust, suggesting it was rarely cleaned.Curiosity piqued, I began to rummage through the mess, unearthing an old box tucked beneath a pile of junk.My heart skipped a beat as I opened it, guessing what I'd find inside.It was rude to snoop, but considering he'd locked me in here, I figured a peek at his photos evened the score.Lifting the lid, I found a few photo albums stacked neatly inside.A faint trace of dust drifted into the air as I opened the first one. Page by page, images of Mrs.
CamilleI lifted my eyes toward the office building across the street—Gabriel's office was clearly visible, though the windows were curtained, hiding everything inside.The memory of him watching his father through the telescope in his office the other day sent a wave of heat through my cheeks.He'd been back for two years. Had he been observing us from over there, every day, without our knowledge? I never drew my blinds. Had he been watching me all the time?Even when I'm sprawled on his father's desk—did he see that too?Suddenly, a familiar sense of shame—the very shame I'd worked so hard to shed over the years—crept back over me.I was terrified that he might catch me at my lowest.How I long... how I long to appear to him as nothing more than a simple, untainted woman.I texted him. [Sorry, it's not a good time during work. I'll return the favor another day.]He wasn't keen on involving me in the task, and frankly, I wasn't in the mood for any physical intimacy either.My bigge
CamilleThe next morning at breakfast, I stepped into the dining room to find Gabriel already seated.Me, the daughter of a maid, had no place at the dining table.It felt awkward either way.I offered a polite greeting before choosing a seat at the far end, eyes cast downward, waiting silently for the maid to serve my meal.Gabriel ate slowly and deliberately, not bothering to acknowledge me or start a conversation.When the maids laid out the breakfast before me, I couldn't help but notice that today's fare seemed to lack its usual appeal.At that moment, the maids bowed courteously to one side."Good morning, sir."I turned in surprise to see Harrison entering the room. Startled, the fork in my hand clinked sharply against my plate."Good morning, Mr. Bennett… You're… back?" I managed, tightening my grip on the fork.When had he returned? Had he overheard our voices from last night? My heart nearly burst out of my chest.Seeing his son, Harrison calmly asked, "What made you decide
GabrielWhen I stepped out of the bathroom, Camille was already gone.For a moment, I was disoriented, wondering if I'd dreamt the whole thing.But the damp stains on the empty sofa, the lingering release between my legs, told me it was real. I'd finally had her, I had finally had her. A long-held desire, fulfilled after so many years.Still, the image of her rushing away left a heavy feeling in my chest.But the memory of her fleeing in a panic left my chest tight with regret. Why couldn’t we ever just be at peace with one another?Sometimes I hated myself. Why was I so harsh with her? I wanted her, yet I couldn't stop myself from hurting her.I wanted to slap myself.For a long moment, I just stood there, lost in thought, before I finally sank back onto the bed. My mind was consumed with her image.Her full breasts, the smoothness of her skin, the intoxicating scent of my desire, and the tightness that once bound us together.I was utterly captivated by her body. Compared to six yea
CamilleHere I stood, outside the door of Noir Seduction's most lavish suite, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. My hand hovered over the handle, unsure how to present myself.Inside was Gabriel, son of my boss, Harrison Bennett, and heir to the city's most powerful Mafia family.It had been six years since I'd last seen him.I knew he'd gladly see me dead, yet here I was, on assignment to bring him home.I'd rehearsed this moment countless times in my head, but as my hand closed around the cool metal of the handle, I hesitated, took a deep breath, and finally knocked.The door swung inward, revealing a dimly lit room thick with smoke, the mingled scents of tobacco and expensive liquor. The music pulsed, loud enough to drown out the shouts and laughter, the clinking glasses, the occasional moan of pleasure that drifted from the shadows.My eyes found Gabriel in an instant.Reclining against the plush leather couch, head tilted back, eyes shut, he looked utterly at ease. His l...
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