Share
27
Related chapters
The Devil She Knows 28
Camille"Do you need anything else, dear?" Ehlga asks, closing the wardrobe doors.She has that heartfelt expression again, a sign she still feels bad about today.Not just for the horrid encounter with Gytha, but also for the barbaric experience at the clinic."No, I'm just going to turn in for the night." It's a lie. There's no way I'm going to sleep. My head is a damn mess."Okay. I'm going to do the same. It's been a long day."She forgot to say it was fucked up too, but I don't think Ehlga uses words like fuck."Any news on when Alessio will be back?" It's just after ten. If he's coming back tonight, I want to be prepared."No. But I'm sure he'll be here in the morning if you need to speak to him.""Alright." I do need to speak to him, but maybe it's best I don't tonight. I'm too worked up and I'll only get myself in trouble."See you in the morning.""Good night."As soon as she leaves, I sulk down onto the bed, resting my head in my hands. I allow all the tension to drain from
The Devil She Knows 29
CamilleThe overhead lights come on as we walk into Alessio's office.I take in the antique-looking furniture made of black walnut wood and the glass-paned bookcase to the left that takes up the entire wall.The desk in the center commands most of the space, and rows of shelves filled with books line the wall behind the padded leather chair.This office doesn't seem to suit Alessio. It would be more fitting to someone older. Like Leif. Or Jules Verne, judging from the volumes of classic literature on the shelf about adventures to the center of the earth, the moon, and the sea. There's also an ancient-looking pair of golden binoculars sitting on a tripod by the window.It's all interesting, but I can see that I would have been quite disappointed if I'd succeeded in breaking in.Alessio places his hand to the small of my back. The contact twists my stomach into more knots, and I wonder what the hell I'm going to do.This is bad. Very bad. I don't know what to expect or what more to say
The Devil She Knows 30
Camille"Doesn't quite seem like you to keep quiet, baby girl."Baby girl and Valkyrie. I just realized something. He seems to call me baby girl when he thinks I'm weak and Valkyrie when I show some defiance.Both endearments feel like he's mocking me because I don't want to be anything to him."You don't know me.""I know you were trying to get in here to find something." The lightheartedness fades from his expression and it's like he slips on the evil mask again. "Now, enough talk about Gytha and your lame attempts to change the subject. Tell me what you were looking for."Damn it. We're back to that again, and I never got to really bitch at him about the doctor. The whole Gytha thing didn't bother me nearly as much as the doctor did.Now what should I say?What excuse can I find for breaking in?I think for a moment while he stares at me for what feels like eons.Maybe the truth is the only option. All I'm asking about is a crest."When Ehlga was showing me around, I saw a crest on
The Devil She Knows 31
CamilleI can't hide my disappointment when I see there's nothing in here that does anything for me."Am I right?" he prods.I look around once more, just to be sure, but nothing comes. "What else do you have stored?""Furniture.""Do you know if they had any other homes or business places?""People like them would have had lots of places all over the world. I've only been to a handful and they all had giant crests like what you saw on the cliff and inside the house."That definitely doesn't help me. "Can you tell me anything more about them? They must have meant a lot to you for you to keep their things.""They did mean a lot to me, but all I can tell you is that Pavel and his wife were good people who took care of my mother and me. My mother knew them all her life so we were hardly different from family. We had a good life here. When we went to live in Russia, we lost contact with them."Wow, he actually told me something about himself. And I'm surprised at my eagerness to know more
The Devil She Knows 32
CamilleA wave of fire slides over my skin and my body tightens with the numbness crawling through my nerves.I want to slap him for talking to me like that, but my head is spinning and I'm shockingly conflicted.My mind attempts to right itself but the undeniable throb of arousal in my core is unashamedly curious to explore either of those options—let him fuck me against the wall or suck his cock.Scandalous images come to my mind, doubling my heartbeat, and the tendril of desire dancing in my veins pushes me toward the dark side.What would it feel like if I gave my body to this devil?I think he'd take me ruthlessly and ruin me.But would I like that?Camille, no. What the actual hell are you thinking?Stop right there. You cannot be turned on by this vile pirate of a man.Just no.The jolt of reality snaps me out of the sinful reverie and I straighten, standing a little taller."You fucking asshole. I'm not doing either," I tell him, but all he does is turn his smile up a notch.H
The Devil She Knows 33
Camille"Suck. Hard." He groans, the sound showing he likes what I'm doing to him.It induces my mind back into that haze, and I start sucking.Another primal groan pours out of him, making my nipples tighten. Then, using my hair, he grips tighter and deep throats me.I feel like I'm going to choke on his cock, but I adjust my mouth to take him, getting control of my gag reflex.Everything in my mind vanishes when he starts fucking my face. The force at which he hammers into my mouth sets my body on fire, and every nerve sizzles. Lust overrides the blood in my veins, pushing straight to my pussy and suddenly I'm soaked.Soaked in a way that I've never been before and I can no longer deny the need making my clit throb.I know I'm treading in dangerous waters when this no longer feels like a punishment and I want him to touch me.Touch me and take me.Alessio lifts my face and stares down at me, our gazes locked. Him watching me sucking him and me watching the pleasure on his face.We m
The Devil She Knows 34
AlessioI gaze out the floor-to-ceiling window of my office at Scarfoni Inc. watching the morning sun kiss the Boston skyline. The view almost has the same ambiance as when I'm at sea watching night turn to day, but this is different.I still feel like an angry god trapped in the wrong dimension.I'm certainly not acting like myself, and I know it's because of her.Camille Galitze.My dear little Valkyrie.I pull her panties from my pocket and sniff them. The scent still holds whispers of last night.I can still taste her sweet nectar on my lips. Her pussy was as exquisite as fine wine, with the perfect provocative blend of arousal to give you that mind-fucked feeling you get when you're stoned on the good stuff.Still, she managed to maintain the sweetness that comes with innocence. Even after I tried to pick her apart and tap into her inner crazy.Now her essence lingers on my black soul.I don't know if that's what made me overreact when I paid Dr. Marchant a visit at the crack of
The Devil She Knows 35
AlessioThe sound of somebody clearing their throat in an exaggerated manner pulls me from my thoughts. When I turn around, I find myself facing Gytha, who is staring at the panties in my hand.The fury and hurt on her face tone down the professional look she has going with the business dress she's wearing.I hope I didn't look like that when I found her that night with some motherfucker balls deep inside her ass. I would hate to give anyone such control over my emotions.I also hope that getup she's wearing isn't for me. After what Camille told me, it looks like I have to talk to Gytha again and make sure I set her straight. I don't need women problems, or any other right now.One more sniff before I place the panties back in my pocket.Gytha locks the door and comes closer, stopping paces away from my desk."I was wondering when you'd take her," she says, looking like she's doing her best to keep her composure."You shouldn't wonder about such things. It's not good for you. And whil
Latest chapter
