CamilleRubbing the gel in small circles until it foams, he works his way back up my stomach, then over my breasts, filling his hands with each globe.My pussy clenches at his touch and I feel like I'll go crazy if he stops.As pleasure coils through me, my thoughts slip from my mind, rendering me useless to resisting him.And he knows it.I can tell from the flicker of triumph pressed into his smile that he knows what he's doing to me.Alessio drops the shower gel and washes away the foam from my body, touching me everywhere. Breathing is all I can do to keep myself from withering away.A deep rumble rattles in his chest like a beast and he lowers to nuzzle his face between my cleavage.Like a savage he sucks my nipple, sending pleasure sizzling through my body. Every nerve quivers with forbidden heat, warning me that I can't fight this. I've already entered his lair and the only thing I can do now is play his game.Alessio continues sucking my breast andshit,it feels so good.I pres
AlessioHoly. Fucking. Shit.I gaze down at the naked blonde beauty on my bed, lying exactly the way she would in any man's fantasy.Her soft milky skin is flushed with the sheen of desire, her rose-blushed nipples diamond hard, her legs are spread wide and her pussy glistening, begging to be fucked.It's like I'm looking at an angel. An eroticized version of the angel I stole and brought to my unhallowed hell.Hades—God of the Underworld—would have been proud, but dare I say that not even Persephone—the Goddess of Spring—was as enchanting as this being in my bed.I got a mere taste of what it would feel like to be inside her and I pulled out.I actually pulled out.Now I'm torn between slamming back inside her tight wet cunt, or going to see what my father's wife wants.Why the hell is Mira Scarfoni here?Okay I know why. That's a very stupid question.It's more like it would be weird if she didn't come and seek me out to talk in private.She could have spoken to Leif. I don't know a
AlessioI was sixteen when Leif told me about my parents' affair. That was the gritty part of my past he wanted to leave for last.He told me my father would see my mother every time he had business in Russia.I never saw him, or them together, but I'd had suspicions long before I was twelve. I remember her acting like she did whenever she had a new man in her life.The last time they saw each other was serious.Serious enough for my mother to tell me who I really am and who my father was. She wanted me to meet him.That was mere days before she died. I remember us speaking about it over breakfast that day, then by nightfall we were on the run.Mira continues crying so I reach for the box of tissues at the end of the coffee table. I give her the whole box and when she takes out a wad of tissues, she breaks down."I'm so sorry." She dries her tears and tries to compose herself. "I promised myself I wouldn't fall apart. Especially when I knew in my heart it had to be that. What else wou
CamilleI feel like a slut.I can't shake the feeling no matter what I tell myself or how I paint things in my mind.Sluts don't normally have the clash of emotions I'm experiencing.Usually, they don't care. I've encountered enough of them to know. There were tons of sluts in high school and even more in college.They didn't care as they went from one guy to the other. And they certainly wouldn't have a problem with being with a guy's older brother.Not like me. The girl who's committed her soul to its own shitty apartment in purgatory.Here I am again, sitting on the sofa in the sun room, trying to study but failing miserably because I can't get my guilt-riddled mind to think of anything else besides Alessio Scarfoni.I've been back at college for a few days now. When I get home, I either study in here or by the pool.Studying has been the only thing to distract me from the guilt I feel over the nightly punishments which send me deeper down the river of shame.I just can't do it tod
CamilleRichard's name continues to flash across my phone screen, like the blaring red and blue lights of a police car.A gamut of emotions assails me and my heart doubles over in a triple beat.There's trepidation and fear, happiness and hope, and shame.Shame for the scandalous way I've been with Alessio.Shame for the secret parts of me that feel pleasure during those forbidden moments when I come undone in his arms like a slut.Or a cheater.I feel like I'm cheating on Richard now even just thinking about Alessio.I stare at the phone, wanting to answer, but the consequences of doing so stop me. I'm supposed to see Richard sometime in the next two weeks. Talking to him now might jeopardize that.The phone rings on and on and on, quivering in my hands.Or is that me?I don't know. What I do know is, if I know what's good for me, I mustn't answer the phone.I need to let it ring out and tell Richard I'm sorry when I get to see him.That's what I need to do but I don't want to becaus
Camille"Oh God..." My voice hits every wall in the room and the vicious wave of my orgasm grabs my insides. It builds and rises like hot lava ready to erupt and burn everything in its way.My brain snaps back into reality when the pirate man stops his wild suckle, giving me a moment of respite.But just a moment. Rising to his feet, he holds the leg that was on his shoulder up with one hand. With the other, he cups my sex and shoves two thick fingers back into my passage.And... Jesus. It's too much.He finger fucks me and my back arches to take his thrust. The overload makes me grab on to his jacket.He goes to my ear and licks over the lobe sending a shiver of delight through my brain. A nip at my neck spreads it over my body."Ahhhh...." I moan, but that shouldn't have felt so damn good."Good girl." Alessio's voice is spitefully loud. And loud enough so anyone nearby can hear him. I'm sure they'll hear me too. "Clearly Richard didn't fuck you properly. But I can."The mention of
AlessioZakh steeples his fingers on his desk and I sit in the leather chair in front of him, relieved that we're finally meeting.Today is another crazy busy day. I also fly out to L.A. tonight with Leif for what should hopefully be a ten-day business trip, but seeing Zakh couldn't wait any longer.He got back from Russia last night, and by the time I get back from L.A. we'll be days away from the inauguration.I can't remember the last time I was this keen to see anybody and I never thought I would feel this way about one of my brothers.Zakh's office isn't that different from mine but his has less décor. There is only one painting on the wall behind him, depicting the battle of Heaven and Hell.When he smiles and sits back, I imagine him right at home in the infernal underworld. Probably sitting next to me."I assume you found the information okay?" A mischievous grin lights up his face, making him appear more lighthearted than when I last saw him."I did. My assistant says she had
Alessio"How the hell did you find out about the vineyard?"He gives me a confident smile and I realize I'm right."I have a special penchant for getting information. I might be on a par with your lady friend there, or slightly better. She left a trace here and there but I cleaned it up."I raise my brows. "You can hack?" Or maybe it's a little more than that if he can detect Gytha's traces. She's not messy in the least."It's my thing but I don't announce it. Sometimes it's better when people don't know everything about you. That way you can keep more things to yourself.""Do the others know?""Malik. Not Richard."I could have guessed that. Zakh seems closer to Malik than to Richard. It was just something I picked up on when we were at the wedding."Leif knows too," he adds."I guess that's why he wants me to get to know you guys.""I suppose so. He wants us to get to know you too.""What's your take on that?" I've never cared one way or the other about being a part of them. I alway
Camille"It's going to be so strange coming back after the summer and not seeing you," Lorelai says, sitting straighter."I know. I was thinking that the other day."We're under the tree on Raventhorn's campus. I'm waiting for Alessio to pick me up, and she's waiting for Dmitri. This is the first of many dates her father has arranged with him, and I know she's not happy about it.Although she's smiling, I also know she's still putting on a brave face because of Zakh. By now, everyone knows what he did and that he's basically being hunted.Lorelai and I haven't spoken about it much, but I know she's hurting deeply."You know you'll still see me, right?" I smile. "I just won't be at college for a year." Today, I did my deferment for next year. I'm due in January, but I have no plans to walk around campus in my pregnant state. We have another month of classes before the summer. By the time I get back, I'll be just over five months pregnant. I plan to resume my course the year after next
CamilleThe next two days are awful, but Alessio is still with us.I've been sitting next to his bedside watching him fight for his life and hoping he'll come back to me.I pay attention to every sound on his monitors and watch for signs of anything and everything when the nurses and doctors check his vitals.I continue praying as the next day passes with the same results.His words keep ringing through my mind.We're not done yet, we're not done yet, we're not done yet.I just hope he knows I'm with him. Wherever he is, that's where I am, too.Heart, body, mind, and soul. He always had me long before I knew I'd given myself to him.Two weeks slip by and Alessio is still the same. I feel like I'm dancing on the edge of insanity.The doctors have kindly arranged for me to sleep next to him when I can, so I stay all night.Everyone is hoping he'll pull through and wake up soon, so everything has been put on hold, including Leif and Evgeni's funerals.On Friday night, I fall asleep next
CamilleI look around frantically, not knowing what the hell to do but thinking this is an opening. A possible chance to escape, just like the one Dad told me to find. I just have to summon courage and look for my chance.We tear down the road off the building site, and then we're on a country road with the woods on either side.The sound of a motorcycle rips through the air. A sound I will never forget.The lazy day I remember at Raventhorn fills my head with the image of me sitting next to Lorelai by the tree, watching the motorcyclist rebel drive onto the campus.He's here again.I look behind me and see Alessio on his motorcycle tearing down the road. He's fought death to come and save me. I also spot Malik's car not far behind.Alessio shoots the wheels of the car. The tires blow, making Richard lose control of the vehicle.We run off the road, fly through the air for a few seconds, then land with a heavy thud on the ground. The car still has a lot of speed on it though, so it ke
CamilleMy heart has been smashed into so many pieces it's impossible to count them all. It's no different to all the grains of sand in this world.My mind and body are disconnected, and my soul weeps for losing the love of my life. All that is left of me is an empty shell with nothing but a void inside.The only thing I can feel is the spark of life created with love in my belly, calling to me to stay alive. But I've already failed as a mother because there's nothing I can do.In my terror and grief, I'm here sitting on the floor of the bedroom I was taken to after Mira killed Dad, feeling sorry for myself.I don't know what this place is. It seems like Mira conducts something medical here. Apart from the armed guards, on my way up I saw offices and labs with clinical staff. I also saw other storage rooms and bedrooms like this.We're on the third floor, so quite high up with no possible way of escape. If I were to even try, I'm sure this shitty tunic Mira forced me to wear would get
AlessioEverything is gray.I'm not sure if I'm alive or dead, or in a dream.My mind searches around the gray nothingness and the vast expanse of the void before me.I feel nothing at first, then something warm caresses my cheek. My name is spoken, soft and sweet, and I wonder if it's her.Camille. Did I make it? Did I find her? Did I save her?My wife.My eyes flutter open, but the grayness that looks like thick smoke prevents me from seeing anything. Then a light that's far too bright shines down on me, and I blink rapidly.At first, the ceiling of my living room comes into focus, then a man's face hovers before me.It's Leif's on-call doctor, Dr. O'Brien.Leif...Camille...At the thought of their names, reality crashes into my mind and I bolt up."Easy, there," Dr. O'Brien says, laying a heavy hand on my chest and pushing me back down. I'm on the sofa, and a quick glance at the bandage wrapped around my body suggests I took a hit in the blast.Gytha moves toward me, with worry in
CamilleA chill rushes over me. "What do you mean? What did she do to me?""Even though she wasn't ethically allowed to be your therapist, she gave you medication to stop you from remembering."I cover my mouth, holding in the wave of shock that's ripping me apart. I can't believe what I'm hearing. Only God knows how hard I tried to remember, but I was never going to be able to because Mira was suppressing my memories with medication. I was such a fool to believe she was the person she portrayed to be. She was never the fucking motherly figure. All along, she was my enemy."You allowed her to do that to me.""I had no choice. She did everything she could to control our lives and make sure you didn't remember what happened. But the nightmares were always a worry even when they went away.""She told me it was my brain's way of trying to remember.""It was, and we feared you'd see something to trigger those memories. Or you'd just remember everything by some miracle. The whole thing torm
CamilleI roll my head to the side and groan. Someone strokes my cheek, and I open my eyes.At first, my vision is hazy, but when everything comes into focus, I find myself staring at a gray concrete wall. The light around me reminds me of the kind you'd use for a storage room.My cheek is stroked again, and I turn my head to find Dad hovering over me. He has a long beard, blood-shot eyes, and his face looks like someone did a number on him.We're on the floor, and my head is nestled in his lap. It takes me a moment for my brain to connect and remember. Remember all he did and what he took from me. My family and my life.The instant I remember, I scream and jump out of his hold."Get away from me!" The panic in my voice is mixed with rage and fear."Camille, please."I back away into a wall, crashing hard against the surface. Then I notice the real problem we've found ourselves in.We're in some sort of cell, and while I am free, there are chains attached to Dad's ankles, keeping him
Alessio"Leif..."A creak sounds outside the door. Another follows, and another.It's footsteps on the floorboards. Since it's not coming from the front entrance, I know it's not Zakh or Malik, so it must be someone else who's already here.Readying my gun, I get up and charge through the door. Whoever the fuck is here, and isn't supposed to be, is going to die a very painful death.I move out into the hallway, looking around frantically to see who it is but find nothing.When I turn around, something sharp enters my neck; then there's a tinging pain that feels like I'm being stung by a bee.I touch the spot and feel... a fucking dart?I pull it out and look at the sharp needle at the end, quickly realizing when spots speckle my vision that it's a tranquilizer. Like the kind our enforcers use when they want to bring people in for interrogation. Before my mind can truly register what's happening, my arms go numb then limp at my side.This can't be an ordinary tranq. I'd be out like a l
Alessio"I'll be with you in a few hours." I balance my phone between my ear and shoulder while I pick up the last contract document from the pile on my desk."Try not to stay at work too long," Leif says, his voice sounding raspy over the phone. It still holds that melancholic tone I feel. "Losing yourself in work isn't always best.""I know. I still feel off." I swivel my chair around and gaze out the window toward the skyline. Rain is falling, so outside is a little darker than it should be for this time of day. It suits the sullen mood I can't seem to shake."I feel the same, my boy. I've been questioning my actions and decision to keep you a secret since we found out the truth. I can't express how guilty I feel about that.""Uncle, you rescued me from certain death. Of course, you were in the right for keeping me a secret." I know if I were him, I would have done the same thing. And I pray I'll never be in that position. "I owe you my life, and I still think of you as my father.