Camille's POV "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"  Gavriel Donovan was a hard man, to please. It had been a month since I began working for him, and I couldn't count the number of times he had yelled at me. Nothing I did seemed good enough for him.  Currently, he sat behind his desk, glaring at the tablet before him as if it were a piece of disgusting metal. His eyes moved from the device to me, and I pressed my lips together, wondering what I had done wrong this time.   "Camille," he said in a deadly cool tone. "Yes, Mr Donovan?" I said in a false cheery voice.  "What is this?" He gestured at the PowerPoint presentation playing on the tablet.  "Your presentation, sir,"  "Why," he gritted. "Does it have pink doodles all over it?!"  I blinked

 Camille's POV "No! You're not going anywhere, and that's final!"  I glared at Dad, wondering what he wanted now. I had arrived from work to take a quick shower before I headed out to see my client. Dad, however, seems to think he can stop me from going to see him.   Perhaps if this was another day, or if anyone else had asked for me, I would have listened. But it was Hazel! He had left me horny and stranded for a whole month. And after the tryst with Gavriel in his office, I definitely wanted him.   He knew just what buttons to press. He knew how to use me, to make me his slut. It was so bad yet I loved it.   "Dad, let's calm down, shall we?" I grumbled. "I won't be long! I'll just be stopping at Megan's place!"  "I don't care, you're not going!"  “Argh,You're so annoying!"

 Camille's POV I took his hand. It wrapped firmly around mine and he tugged me along with him. I shivered, following him into the bedroom. Cool air whipped against my naked body. I wasn't sure if that was what made me tremble or if it was simply desire that poured through my veins.   My nipples begged for his attention. No, who was I kidding? Every part of me begged for his attention.  "Get on," He ordered, gesturing to the bed.   He looked so domineering. His hair had a few strands out of place, they fell over his mask, framing those piercing eyes. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway and there was a prominent tent in his pants.   His cock.  I pouted as I obeyed his instructions. It was unfair that I was utterly naked before him and he was still dressed. I wanted to see that magnificent cock again. Would he let me exp

 Camille's POV My 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.   

 Camille's POV I 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. Bot