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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
The Devil She Knows 36
CamilleI bolt upright, fleeing from the terror of another nightmare.My heart is pounding hard and I'm breathing like I've just finished swimming in the all state championships.Feeling disorientated, I frantically look around, checking to see where I am.Satin-covered cream walls, long embroidered curtains hanging at the window, and that masculine scent of power clinging to the air gives me the answer I seek.I'm in Alessio's room, sitting on his bed.I'm not in the nightmare anymore and shadow monsters haven't slashed my throat. No one is trying to kill me.It's morning and it's just me in here. Once again caught in the aftermath of another intense nightmare.Damn it.I don't know how much longer I can go through this.Seeing the crest and not having any further information to work with has rattled my brain and put me in a stupor of confusion.That thing has plagued my mind for years, smoldering like a volcano waiting to erupt. And worse of all, my little expedition the other night
The Devil She Knows 37
CamilleI watch the water spraying over his body. His perfect, naked body with his cock already erect and massive, bobbing between his legs.And oh God, I looked at it. Again.I look away, but now Alessio is grinning at me because he caught me looking at his dick. My skin has turned several shades of crimson, so I can't even hide my embarrassment."I already told you if it pleases you to look, then look." He lowers his voice purposely, making it sound velvety smooth and sensual."It doesn't please me." He wouldn't know I'm looking because, of course he's hot, but he's the first naked man I've ever seen."Well I much prefer you this way." He leans back in and pulls my hands away from my breasts, then parts my legs so he can look at my pussy properly. "Don't hide yourself from me."The same wild look from the other night comes into his eyes and I'm glad the water is pouring over us because I can feel my arousal gathering between my thighs.Something must be really wrong with me if I can
The Devil She Knows 38
CamilleRubbing the gel in small circles until it foams, he works his way back up my stomach, then over my breasts, filling his hands with each globe.My pussy clenches at his touch and I feel like I'll go crazy if he stops.As pleasure coils through me, my thoughts slip from my mind, rendering me useless to resisting him.And he knows it.I can tell from the flicker of triumph pressed into his smile that he knows what he's doing to me.Alessio drops the shower gel and washes away the foam from my body, touching me everywhere. Breathing is all I can do to keep myself from withering away.A deep rumble rattles in his chest like a beast and he lowers to nuzzle his face between my cleavage.Like a savage he sucks my nipple, sending pleasure sizzling through my body. Every nerve quivers with forbidden heat, warning me that I can't fight this. I've already entered his lair and the only thing I can do now is play his game.Alessio continues sucking my breast andshit,it feels so good.I pres
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AlessioHoly. Fucking. Shit.I gaze down at the naked blonde beauty on my bed, lying exactly the way she would in any man's fantasy.Her soft milky skin is flushed with the sheen of desire, her rose-blushed nipples diamond hard, her legs are spread wide and her pussy glistening, begging to be fucked.It's like I'm looking at an angel. An eroticized version of the angel I stole and brought to my unhallowed hell.Hades—God of the Underworld—would have been proud, but dare I say that not even Persephone—the Goddess of Spring—was as enchanting as this being in my bed.I got a mere taste of what it would feel like to be inside her and I pulled out.I actually pulled out.Now I'm torn between slamming back inside her tight wet cunt, or going to see what my father's wife wants.Why the hell is Mira Scarfoni here?Okay I know why. That's a very stupid question.It's more like it would be weird if she didn't come and seek me out to talk in private.She could have spoken to Leif. I don't know a
The Devil She Knows 40
AlessioI was sixteen when Leif told me about my parents' affair. That was the gritty part of my past he wanted to leave for last.He told me my father would see my mother every time he had business in Russia.I never saw him, or them together, but I'd had suspicions long before I was twelve. I remember her acting like she did whenever she had a new man in her life.The last time they saw each other was serious.Serious enough for my mother to tell me who I really am and who my father was. She wanted me to meet him.That was mere days before she died. I remember us speaking about it over breakfast that day, then by nightfall we were on the run.Mira continues crying so I reach for the box of tissues at the end of the coffee table. I give her the whole box and when she takes out a wad of tissues, she breaks down."I'm so sorry." She dries her tears and tries to compose herself. "I promised myself I wouldn't fall apart. Especially when I knew in my heart it had to be that. What else wou
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CamilleI feel like a slut.I can't shake the feeling no matter what I tell myself or how I paint things in my mind.Sluts don't normally have the clash of emotions I'm experiencing.Usually, they don't care. I've encountered enough of them to know. There were tons of sluts in high school and even more in college.They didn't care as they went from one guy to the other. And they certainly wouldn't have a problem with being with a guy's older brother.Not like me. The girl who's committed her soul to its own shitty apartment in purgatory.Here I am again, sitting on the sofa in the sun room, trying to study but failing miserably because I can't get my guilt-riddled mind to think of anything else besides Alessio Scarfoni.I've been back at college for a few days now. When I get home, I either study in here or by the pool.Studying has been the only thing to distract me from the guilt I feel over the nightly punishments which send me deeper down the river of shame.I just can't do it tod
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CamilleRichard's name continues to flash across my phone screen, like the blaring red and blue lights of a police car.A gamut of emotions assails me and my heart doubles over in a triple beat.There's trepidation and fear, happiness and hope, and shame.Shame for the scandalous way I've been with Alessio.Shame for the secret parts of me that feel pleasure during those forbidden moments when I come undone in his arms like a slut.Or a cheater.I feel like I'm cheating on Richard now even just thinking about Alessio.I stare at the phone, wanting to answer, but the consequences of doing so stop me. I'm supposed to see Richard sometime in the next two weeks. Talking to him now might jeopardize that.The phone rings on and on and on, quivering in my hands.Or is that me?I don't know. What I do know is, if I know what's good for me, I mustn't answer the phone.I need to let it ring out and tell Richard I'm sorry when I get to see him.That's what I need to do but I don't want to becaus
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