All Chapters of The Devil She Knows: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

AlessioCamille's grip tightens on my arm and the feel of her desperation sinking into me is what makes me the loser, and I lower my gun.Richard's unwavering smile becomes triumphant and he straightens, hardening his stare."Get the fuck out of my house." I don't know how I can speak. "And don't contact Camille ever again. Stay the fuck away from her.""As you wish, brother." That's the first time he's called me that and his words were dripping with poison. He looks at Camille and I hate, hate, hate the sparkle that enters his eyes. "Baby, remember what I said. I mean it. I'm still fighting for you."With that, he walks out, and she lets my arm go.The sound of the front door closing moments later pierces the tension and I turn to face Camille, who looks pale and frail like she might pass out.The two of us are filled with so much indignation it's hard to believe we're the same guy and girl who walked into this house not even half an hour ago.Her gaze falls to my gun still hanging l

CamilleAlessio fucks me faster, showing no mercy as he drives me to orgasm while exerting his dominance.He fucks me like he still wants to hate me, and like he wants to break every piece of my body and put it back together again, simply because he can. And I love it.I love it the way an addict loves their favorite drug, and he's my favorite mistake.He fucks me like there is only me and only him, and whatever vendetta exists between him and my father is exactly that.The mad rhythm makes me climax again and as I throw my head back, crying out from the wicked thrill, I remember that I told him I was his, and I feel like he owns me.My body is spent and claimed, but he's not finished with me yet.He pauses his wild thrusts, pulling out of me so he can lift me off the table and bend me over it.I've orgasmed twice, but his cock is still perfectly erect like he was made for fucking.His warm, soft lips meet the shell of my ear and lick over the lobe. "This is how I wanted to take you w

AlessioI cup the heavy weight of one delicious breast then the nipple of the other between my thumb and forefinger. She moans into my mouth, and I grip her wrist, bringing it to my dick.I've trained her well and she's a quick study, so she knows to stroke me the moment her fingers touch my straining length.She rubs my dick up and down until it's unbearable, and I pull her closer so she can straddle me.Camille gasps as I hold her in place so I can slide into her already wet pussy.She's still tight and I'm sure she's sore, but not once has she stopped me.It's like she's as desperate as I am to stay in the fantasy.I plunge deeper into her, buried to the hilt once more. Her walls squeeze me and I have to fight to control myself.Her lips part in sweet agony as a soft whimper escapes her. My hands caress her smooth thighs and slide up to grip her hips.Her moans become louder when I start to move inside her in a slow grind, working my way deeper. Inch by inch, my balls brushing over

Camille"Oh my God, wow." Lorelai gasps when she walks into the hall and sees my wedding dress.She just arrived. As she does work experience at the theater off campus on Thursdays, this is the first chance we've had to see each other. Normally she's at the theater until much later. But after the way I left campus yesterday with Alessio, I knew she'd find a way to maneuver her schedule and see me.My head is still spinning from everything that happened and my body buzzing with sexual heat. I don't even know if I can talk the way she wants me to because I haven't been myself since I hopped on Alessio's motorcycle. It's like we rode into an alternate universe and my head is still stuck in the clouds.Lorelai saunters up to me, gives me a quick hug then we both stare at my dress."That is gorgeous, Camille." She brings her hands to her heart and smiles at me."Thank you. It really is gorgeous." Now I'm grateful I had Ehlga's help when we went to the bridal store. That day I wouldn't have

CamilleThe tension drains from my body the moment I pierce through the water.The neon blue lights at the bottom of the pool come on, and I feel like I'm swimming in the sea. In my angst-filled state, I'd probably feel better in the sea, with the crashing waves rippling over me. But at this hour I'd probably get myself in trouble.It's nearly one in the morning.I was awake yesterday at this time too, but I was in the hot tub with Alessio, where we seemed to be two different people who'd lost themselves to lust.Now I'm by myself, faced with the sting of uncertainty. And the sting of Gytha's words, because Alessio didn't come home.Of course, I assumed he was with her, and I couldn't sleep. Then I made the mistake of going through my emails and found one that was sent yesterday morning from the lawyer in Russia who is dealing with the vineyard I inherited from my grandfather.I'd forgotten all about it since I had so many other things on my mind, and I'd already started the process o