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Wild Thoughts

'And for your heart, I place the highest bid. Gimme an offer, I just can't resist.'-- BNXNCAMILLEMy back was slammed against the hard wall but his hot mouth slanting over my mouth complimented and eased the pain. I moaned as I dragged my fingers in his soft black hair, massaging his scalp and pushing up against him like I could disappear into his skin.God! I could kiss him for days.His tongue danced across mine and I gasped when he palmed my butt and squeezed. Heat rushed through me. Never have I ever felt this way. I've never been touched so good-- or at all. I should feel ashamed having my first time in an alley but for him, I didn't care.He kissed me hard like I was his possession, his toy, his pet, his fucking object. For the first time in my life, I felt desired, wanted and needed.His hard cock pressed against my lower stomach. Butterflies made my belly ache as well as made my heart flutter.Thump-thump.My heart pounded in my chest.This was really happening. Oh God!He ki

2. Are you lost, baby girl?

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Trigger Warning; Physical abuse and mentions of abuse.CAMILLEI opened the door and heard rustling, tensing in worry, I tried to look around when my wrist was grabbed and I was suddenly flung inside the dark room where I tumbled and almost lost my balance."What the heck is your problem?" The door slammed shut and I heard the keys. My father leaned against it like a CIA agent waiting to attack. He looked terrified and when he glanced at me, he glared."Do you have to be so sluggish? How many seconds does it take to open a door and walk in?" he fumed in a very angry whisper. "Don't be leaving the door open like that. It's not safe out there."This wasn't about my safety. He was just hiding from his creditors. I steadied myself and let go of the rising anger.The house smelled strongly of weed and it was turning my stomach. I hated the very act of smoking.My thoughts replayed the man in the alley-- hypocrite."Where were you?" he got right into questioning, moving closer in his boxer

3. Midnight Conversations

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TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of sexual assault. CAMILLE Shiver me timbers! That was better than my fantasies put together. All that remained was for him to bend me over somewhere and punish me."I,I…" I stuttered as my brain took the easy way out. "Stroll." Oh God! I sounded like a caveman.He didn't look fazed or interested in a cavewoman. "It's dangerous out here. You don't need me to tell you that."I don't need you to tell me what to do.I should say that and earn myself something at least but the words wouldn't just fall. "I can… handle myself."His gaze swept over me the same time the wind blew in my face and I shivered from both-- mostly him. He sized me up and I stood still for his evaluation. I realised too late that I was thrusting my boobs out.Did he notice?Again, his eyes remained cold, then he turned his face with a bored look. I expected a remark but nothing came. Was he dismissing me?"It's not that dangerous here," I looked to the road where his

4. Regrets

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TRIGGER WARNING: NON CONSENSUAL TOUCHINGCAMILLE"Why are you late?" Christine, my boss didn't pass up the opportunity to nag me when I clocked in late for work the next day. I had no memory of last night or how I even ended up home. It was scary to wake up to a clean slate memory when living with someone like my father.I spent a lot of time checking my body to make sure I was still intact. I was passed out and he could've taken advantage of me."What's the fucking hold up in there, huh?" he yelled right outside the door when I took too long to get out. "Are you fucking yourself? You goddamn drug addict!"The last thing I remembered was asking a complete stranger for his cigar, and God! That was reckless."I'm taking it out of your pay," I heard Christine mutter, flipping her rainbow coloured hair as she walked out, leaving the others to stare at me with an amused and cocky expression.They've been looking forward to my humiliation for months. The self-righteous one, the most hardwor

5. Gunshots

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TRIGGER WARNING CAMILLE I heard my shirt rip. A strong hand grabbed my boobs. Another, my ass, and fondled. I blinked past the tears and it rolled down my cheek before my spirit kicked in and I started to fight.But these men were unlike my father. They were six of them and they were youthful in their grip.My lips trembled as I struggled against them, eyes glued on the figure smoking unbothered by the chaos going on here.I recalled his eyes again and how they stared at me. He didn't care, and why should he? He wasn't Superman who went about saving people without being asked.He and I had no business together-"Hector, my boy, she's your chica so you get to have a taste first."They jested and laughed to my detriment. These were the definition of bad boys. Even him who saw and ignored wasn't far from the tree.One of them stroked my cheek then grabbed it, forcing my head to his face, he sneered with a lustful gaze and his eyes dropped to my lips.My heart sank. He was going for a k

6. Already had

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TRIGGER WARNING CAMILLE Nothing could've prepared me for this moment. My whole body tingled from even the slightest touch and now that he was all over me-- kissing my neck in a trail to my lips, my chest heaving as my heart pounded. Finally he kissed the corners of my mouth. He grabbed and squeezed my butt cheeks. He was like a savage as he felt me up, grinding his erection on my thigh. My hands weren't idle. I hugged his wide back-- my fingers in his soft hair, scratched his nape and pressed myself closer to merge into him. "Here's your chance to run away before the cops come," he said in a ragged breath but he didn't quite mean that because his fingers found my opening and they stretched me in one thrust. "Oh fuck!" I screamed from pain and the overwhelming pleasure as he pumped mercilessly. Tears stung my eyes as I held his head tight to the side of my face, moaning, clenching hard from the foreign feeling of having something thicker than my own fingers inside me. "Fuck! You

7. Debts and Organs

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MATTEO I watched the cab leave and caught her staring back at me with doe eyes that anyone could look into and say, 'Yup! Just got fucked.' The cab disappeared through a turn and I dragged myself back to the wall, leaned against it and pulled out a cigar. One puff was enough to slump my shoulders and reality hit me. "What the fuck was that all about, Matteo?" mumbling, I turned to stare at the lifeless body still in that corner and my eyes swept up the wall where it happened. Where I'd been buried balls deep inside a stranger. A virgin too, might I add. No way she was experienced with how hard she came and how tight she was, but having your first time in an alley was wild and a story to brag about in the hood. Mine was in a church with a nun whose body was supposed to be for the Lord. I guess she didn't mind sharing it with us sinners. "Here again tonight?" I turned to Luca who got down from parking the van on pedestrians. He bounced without a care, fixing his glove as he watched

8. A father's curse

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CAMILLE The last thing I saw through my blurred teary lens was his back turned as he walked out. Last thing I heard was his cold order to bring me. Last thing I felt when I tried to run-- to leap out of danger and make a run for it, was a harsh smack at the back of my head from a pistol and I blacked out.Now my eyes flew open with a loud gasp, heart jumpy as I looked around, deafened by my own gasps.Where was this place? I didn't recognize the large room but it screamed luxury. It was nothing like the one room I shared with Dad.At the thought of him, my heart skipped-- "D-Dad," I whispered, trembling on the bed. Everything played back, the fear, the anxiety, the nervousness-- him.Him.Oh God! I've gone and done it. I've brought trouble to my doorstep. Not just mine, but dad as well. All his cursing and worries finally came to pass. A whore? Check. Led his enemies right to him? Check.A useless daughter who couldn't even protect her father and only family? Check.The tears spill

9. Shame on you, Camille

Run, Camille, Run/Evie

MATTEOShe stayed glued to the other side of the door the whole ride. Her head bowed, hands between her thighs and body tense. Martha got her right size perhaps maybe even too tight because her thighs looked like they could burst the dam jean. The top, however, was loosely fitted."We've arrived, sir." Vito reported from the driver's seat and Rocco opened my side of the door."Get down," I unbuttoned my suit jacket as I stepped down lifting my eyes to the bar right in front of me. I felt her by my side before I looked down at her small frame where she tried to hide.We were already here. If she wanted to run, she should've done that a week ago.We walked into the bar just in time to see the girls all lined up for their morning warm up and training session. In their line of business, flexibility was a daily lesson."When you said you were coming soon, I didn't think it was this soon," Veronica hurried over, smiling way too much. Luca was certain she had a big crush on me but as long as