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Camille

Alessio'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