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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
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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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Camille"Oh God..." My voice hits every wall in the room and the vicious wave of my orgasm grabs my insides. It builds and rises like hot lava ready to erupt and burn everything in its way.My brain snaps back into reality when the pirate man stops his wild suckle, giving me a moment of respite.But just a moment. Rising to his feet, he holds the leg that was on his shoulder up with one hand. With the other, he cups my sex and shoves two thick fingers back into my passage.And... Jesus. It's too much.He finger fucks me and my back arches to take his thrust. The overload makes me grab on to his jacket.He goes to my ear and licks over the lobe sending a shiver of delight through my brain. A nip at my neck spreads it over my body."Ahhhh...." I moan, but that shouldn't have felt so damn good."Good girl." Alessio's voice is spitefully loud. And loud enough so anyone nearby can hear him. I'm sure they'll hear me too. "Clearly Richard didn't fuck you properly. But I can."The mention of
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AlessioZakh steeples his fingers on his desk and I sit in the leather chair in front of him, relieved that we're finally meeting.Today is another crazy busy day. I also fly out to L.A. tonight with Leif for what should hopefully be a ten-day business trip, but seeing Zakh couldn't wait any longer.He got back from Russia last night, and by the time I get back from L.A. we'll be days away from the inauguration.I can't remember the last time I was this keen to see anybody and I never thought I would feel this way about one of my brothers.Zakh's office isn't that different from mine but his has less décor. There is only one painting on the wall behind him, depicting the battle of Heaven and Hell.When he smiles and sits back, I imagine him right at home in the infernal underworld. Probably sitting next to me."I assume you found the information okay?" A mischievous grin lights up his face, making him appear more lighthearted than when I last saw him."I did. My assistant says she had
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Alessio"How the hell did you find out about the vineyard?"He gives me a confident smile and I realize I'm right."I have a special penchant for getting information. I might be on a par with your lady friend there, or slightly better. She left a trace here and there but I cleaned it up."I raise my brows. "You can hack?" Or maybe it's a little more than that if he can detect Gytha's traces. She's not messy in the least."It's my thing but I don't announce it. Sometimes it's better when people don't know everything about you. That way you can keep more things to yourself.""Do the others know?""Malik. Not Richard."I could have guessed that. Zakh seems closer to Malik than to Richard. It was just something I picked up on when we were at the wedding."Leif knows too," he adds."I guess that's why he wants me to get to know you guys.""I suppose so. He wants us to get to know you too.""What's your take on that?" I've never cared one way or the other about being a part of them. I alway
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