Alessio.By the gods, Camille Galitze is fucking beautiful.I don’t know how the fuck I’m standing over her perfect naked body with her tits looking as ripe as they do and managing to restrain myself.Me.Me, whose primary hobby includes fucking, is bridling the beast inside that wants to ravage her body.It would be so easy to bend her over the desk and fuck her senseless now that I have her all to myself. We’re not in a room full of people, and she’s not holding Richard’s hand.It’s only us within the four walls of my bedroom and the savage force of wild attraction rippling between us.But business first, then fucking when I see fit. Right now, I’ll settle for my fascination with our attraction, and her fire, which extinguishes as she processes the fact that I have her father under my thumb and she will be my wife in five weeks.“You’re serious about marrying me?” Her voice is weaker now.I’ve watched her go from strong to weak in a matter of minutes. The transition has been fascinat

AlessioThe beeping sounds of machines fill my ears as I walk into my father’s hospital room.Not that I wanted to come before, but I might not have gotten past his guards at the door. Now that they’re mine, I have free rein of where I go and when I do it.Dim lights create a heavenly glow in the room. I make my way to the bed in the center of the room, where my father lies motionless.I stop at the edge of the bed and stare at him, finding myself fixated on his face. This is our first meeting. Him being kept alive by machines, unable to see me, and me full of vengeance.Earlier, I noted how similar my brothers and I look. But seeing my father now throws me off balance.I look just like him. Like a clone. Like his younger self. I’ve seen pictures of him, so I should have been prepared. But I’m not.Mom told me who my real father was only days before she died. Prior to that, I didn’t know. I even had her surname. I suspected Leif was my father because he was always in my life. I’d neve

CamilleMy cheeks burn with embarrassment. and he grins, seeing my debacle.I look away from him and focus instead on the swirling patterns of the plaster cornices."Baby girl, if it pleases you to look, then look." His voice is deeper.Showing him I don't care, I return my gaze to him and give him my best poker face. "I take no pleasure in looking at you."He responds by undoing his belt buckle then shoving his pants and boxers down his legs, freeing his enormous cock.At the sight of his length and thickness, my mind checks out and not even I can lie to myself, or pretend he has no effect on me.He steps out of his clothes and pushes them, along with his shoes, to the side, his cock bobbing and growing with every move he makes.My mouth falls open, my eyes widen, and there's a thickness in my throat I can't work past. What worries me, though, is the pool of saliva gathering in my mouth as I stare at him.I feel like I should say something, but I wouldn't know what. And I wouldn't wa

Camille"Sit here." He points to the chair next to him.Pulling in a deep breath, I make my way over and lower myself into the cushioned seat.Ehlga leaves us, but the door is still open, and I can hear people milling about.I keep my breathing measured so I can think about all the things I need to ask. This is an opportunity for me to talk, too. And surely, there's no way he can think it's acceptable for me to blindly follow along with this charade without more information than he's given me."Sleep well?" He sets his elbows on the table.My eyes flick down to the tattoo of the rune on his wrist. "As good as can be."He sits back and stares at me. "Eat. You'll need your strength."That makes me want to eat even less than I did before. "What will I need my strength for? You do realize you haven't actually told me what you plan to do to me, except for this ridiculous notion of marrying me.""Why is it so ridiculous? Your marriage to my brother was arranged.""Yes, but I've known him al

CamilleAlessio's seductive stare intensifies and his raw masculine presence lulls me like a drug, enticing my body to betray me. His closeness doesn't help either.One corner of his sensual lips turns up, and he angles himself so he's a breath away."Maybe you'd like that. Or you will." His breath caresses my skin, turning up the heat burning through me. "Don't people say good girls prefer bad boys? I'm as bad as they come, Valkyrie." He shows me the tattoo on his wrist. The sight makes me wonder what he must have gone through to get it and how many he had to kill."Oh I definitely believe you're as bad as they come." I nod."Good. Glad we're on the same page because I also heard good girls love to be fucked hard and dirty. Is that how you want it, baby girl? That's how I like it."I'm already on fire, but I shock myself further when I realize moisture is beading between my thighs. My God, I'm actually aroused by this man and his dirty words, and I shouldn't be.What the hell is wron