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89: Moya Dosha (I)
The meeting with Dr Vera went better than Camilla expected. The doctor was nice and sympathetic to her. She had even suggested rerunning the tests. According to her, some of these tests could be wrong. Camilla didn’t mind. Maybe she was being too hopeful by expecting a different result, but she didn’t care. Alek was up for anything as long as she wanted it, and she would take full advantage of his kindness.
Today was a lazy day. No rehearsals. Surrounded by books, yet she wasn’t up for reading. She let her head drop to the couch, her eyes glued to the painted ceiling. It was a scene from one of her favourite books.Alek paid too much attention to her needs than she ever did to his.The door creaked open, but she didn’t shift or change position. Someone sank into the couch, the cologne telling her all she needed to know. Soft lips came down on her throat, sucking the skin softly. She hissed, her fingers sinking into his hair.“Are you
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Camilla chuckled. The man never ceased to amaze her, but she was extremely grateful that Alek cared about her feelings enough. She would always like him. Like he said, this was who they were. Expecting a sudden change in his behaviour or attitude was a little delusional of her. Time here had already taught her what she needed to know, and that was: a mafia family wasn't the typical family.“What time is the party?” she asked, already sliding off him. For whatever reasons they were doing this, she wanted to look her best for him. “I need to prepare.”Alek stared at the swatch. “6 pm.”What? She bolted out of the library. Alek wouldn’t need to do much beyond finding himself the perfect suit. She would have to makeup, get the best outfit, and the shoes to match. Reaching their room, she ransacked the closet for a perfect dress. There were many dresses she hadn’t worn since she bought them. This was why she loved shopp
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The limousine rolled to a stop, its tinted window giving the occupants privacy. Maksim placed a hand on Camilla’s knee.“Are you good?” he asked.“Nervous,” she confessed. “Otherwise…”“I’m here. Just stay with me. By my side.”With a nod, Camilla leaned over to kiss his cheek. He had shaved, his beards trimmed to an even length. A brief moment of them staring into each other’s eyes passed. His fingertips caressed the top of her lip, careful not to smear the gloss. He palmed the back of her head, his forehead melting against hers. She rested a palm on his chest. She might have a gun with her, but he would make sure they never had a need for it.Camilla’s door opened. She smiled once and exited the car. Another person opened his door. He stepped out and hurried to her side. A button on his jacket was undone, so he fixed it and took her hand. Outside was empty and quiet. Two men in suit guarded the entrance. The path leading to the guards was lined with rope barriers and bollards, proba
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 92: A Kingsman
“Now?” Camilla asked. Maksim didn’t reply but pocketed both hands. People brushed past them. Voices rose. Music played in the background. She didn’t move as fast as he wanted. “You called me Camilla.”“Isn’t that your name?”Her eyes briefly closed. “Alek.”The crack in her voice almost got to him. He took a step back like that could reduce the effect those sad eyes had on him.“A word with you,” he repeated.“Okay,” she whispered. “Where?”Maksim took the lead, searching for doors he hoped led to private places. The only way out he knew was through the doors they entered, and a hungry paparazzi awaited them. Stalking to one of the many doors hidden in the corner, he slowed for Camilla to catch up. Anger seeped into his veins, but he grabbed her hand. He felt her gaze on his face but never turned to her.Once they stepped into the empty hallway, Ma
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 93: For Camilla (I)
The clock ticked too loudly in the empty room. Maksim tapped his foot to the floor, his eyes narrowed at the door. The only source of light was from the crack of the curtains, but his eyes had adjusted to it.Papa wasn’t home yet. He was missing when Maksim entered. Asking Ivan and his men to return to the venue to decapitate those Kingsmen, box, and send it to Viktor before their members took them away hadn’t satisfied him. Camilla was upset at being left alone in their room but getting home had unleashed his anger. He didn’t want to transfer it to her. Someone tried to hurt him. Someone tried to hurt his wife.Attacks on his life weren’t new, but with Camilla there? How dare they? This was the second time the Nightfall Kings, those filthy, cowardly Kingsmen had boldly attacked them in public. In his domain. He couldn’t let this pass. This time, he wasn’t taking down only the minions. He was uprooting their leader. To hell with Knox and
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“Which?”“You said you would save me,” Maksim said.Though she mentioned that the day they went for the massage, she kept to her word.Her palm rubbed over his forearm. “It was scary,” she whispered. He kissed her neck, his fingers drawing invisible lines on her skin. “My feelings for you will never change. But how do you cope with this?”Maksim didn’t know. He didn’t know how to feel bad because it was something he had done for so long his conscience was dead to it. There was no answer to give. He pulled her tighter against him, and his tongue dragged across the shell of her ear.“Go to sleep, miya dosha.”She hummed in response, a content sigh leaving her. “I like you, Alek. Goodnight.”“Goodnight. I like you too.”Soon, Camilla’s breathing fell into a steady rhythm, luring him to sleep. He woke up in the same position, but this time, her as
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 95: What alliance?
Camilla was sore. Her breasts, especially her nipples, felt too sensitive to the touch. Her pussy had suffered the brunt of their constant sex marathon, and her ass was no exception. If he wasn’t fucking her pussy, it was her ass. Some days, he let her pussy rest while he finger fucked her ass. She loved it, but she was too sore. Training had been put on hold. Her routine comprised waking, eating, going to the library. She had missed the hammock. But it would have to be later because her legs could barely function.The sex was so good she had been in a constant state of euphoria, never once having to revisit the horror of the gala night until now. The sleep vanished as Alek grabbed the gun on the table to inspect it. Seeing him with one wasn’t a surprise, but it unearthed unpleasant memories. While Alek questioned the masked man, two other men had shown up through the same door they used. She had wanted to think they were friendlies, but the moment they put their ha
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 96: A greater good
Camilla was too nervous to use the kit. At first, she had been sad about having to shop with Yaro, but it turned out to be a great thing. Alek would have wanted her to use the kit the moment they got home. A night had passed since she bought the products. Three different brands to make sure none of the results would be wrong.Except for the few times she was skittish, Alek hadn’t suspected anything was off with her. Speaking of that man, she was yet to finish the edit of those pictures with his mum. They had a club to visit together today, but she wasn’t sure that would still be happening. He hadn’t returned any of her calls or texts. He must be busy.Her library was quiet. Though she was alone, she feared to make a sound. Her feet dangled off the edge of the couch as she tried a few times to continue the book she picked out yesterday. There were so many books she was yet to read, but the cover of this romantic fantasy caught her attention yesterday. She
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 97: Hope and fear
Papa’s club was horrible. A place for the filthy of the filthiest. Maksim hated this place and did his best to avoid it, but tonight, he couldn’t. Whatever fetish or kink you wanted to explore was found here. Powerful men and women frequented it to experience their darkest, kinkiest desires, their masks keeping their identities a secret. They knew him, but most of them didn’t know Camilla, hence why he needed her to wear a mask. He could feel her gaze on him as she awaited a reply.Touching the tip of the mask that rested on her nose, he said, “Sometimes, the people here need a subtle reminder to behave.”She wrenched the mask off her face. “I don’t understand, Alek. What’s this place?”“Land of debauchery,” he answered.There was no other way to explain it. If you had a kink, he could bet there was someone in here who could satisfy you. It was Papa’s kingdom, and as much as he hated the plac
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