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30: Fire (II)
Her husband left the room, and she climbed out of the bed. She was supposed to be mad at him for touching her, but her orgasm had reset her emotions. Why didn’t he correct or tell her the truth about his identity?
At breakfast yesterday, she saw Vanya, his lookalike and Faye’s real boyfriend. When Doris came to her room, she had queried the housekeeper, only to realise she got it all wrong from the start. Vanya must have posted the pictures from Alek’s pre-marital shoot on his socials. It wasn’t Vanya at the boutique. It was Alek, and he had a right to be there. Knowing she got herself into this position wasn’t a fact she wanted to deal with, but it was her truth. She set herself up.
That thought raged in Camilla’s mind as she finished dressing up. True to Alek’s words, he was waiting in front of her room. She wore a dress and long boots. He muttered under his breath and shook his head. If he disapproved of Camilla’
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Doris groaned as she pulled out a batch of hangers from the closet. Camilla snatched the clothes and dumped them on the bed. The woman wasn’t listening to her at all.“Stop, Doris. I don’t need your help.”“You. Can’t. Stop me,” Doris replied.Camilla closed her eyes and exhaled. This woman was tough. She lost the dare at the gun range. Now she had to pack into Alek’s room before dinner and sleep on the same bed as him. How would she cope?“What you thinking, madam Camilla?”“Would you like me to teach you English?” Camilla asked. Alek received a call in the middle of their training, and it ruined his mood. Whatever the person told him had him replying in fluent Russian. She needed to learn the language if she ever wanted to leave this place. “And you will teach me Russian. It’s a fair trade, if you ask me.”“What if
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 32: Bravery and survival (I)
Maksim woke up before his wife. It was time to return to the gun range, but Camilla was so pretty when she slept, her lips slightly parted to let out soft breaths. He looked at his bandaged hand and back at her face. Everything he told her about hitting one of the men who came after them was true. Before killing that bastard, he made sure to find out who sent him. And in due time, he would visit Viktor and end him. A moan from the bed made his chest tighten. This was too strange for him. Was her affection a front for something else? And that fucking nightwear. She had to wear something more decent around him.Camilla stirred, her eyes fluttering open. It was too late to hide the fact he was staring, so he waited until she sat up. Those same lips that had cussed him out also asked about his wellbeing and his state of mind. How would they look around his cock? He loved and hated the sight of her mouth.“Stop gawking,” she muttered.How could he not? Her nipples had slipped out of her o
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 33: Bravery and survival (II)
They smiled at each other without a hint of malice. That encouraged Maksim to touch Camilla’s cheek. So soft, like the rest of her. “I’ll go change now,” he told her. “Wait for me.”Camilla rushed to her side of their shared closet, grabbed a few things, and ran to the bathroom. A chuckle escaped Maksim as he staggered to the closet and grabbed his outfit without any sense of urgency. He had only pulled on his cargo pants when his wife entered the room and slapped a hand over her mouth. He stood taller, his brows crinkling in worry as she surveyed him.Stalking towards Maksim like a puppet on a leash, Camilla stopped in front of him. Her brown eyes were on his body, judging him, and his hands instinctually clenched. He tried to picture it through her face. The amount of scars that came from tortures, punishment, near-death accidents, and rival attacks. She winced, her fingertips grazing his inked skin. Tattoos covered som
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 34: Book lover
Alek’s office was huge. He seemed to be a man of space. A man who loved space but did nothing with it. Right now, Camilla was in a corner of his office, watching the sky. For the past hour, she had been in the same spot, legs crossed under her, and eyes on the window. Breakfast was quick, thanks to her award-winning performance. She threw up twice. Sticking her finger down her throat before the meal had made it easier. After a few bites of breakfast, she threw up. Once, at the dining. Again, when Alek was trying to get her away from the table.Her husband worked in silence behind her, except for the occasional clacking of his finger against the keyboard. He was too busy for her. She needed something to do.On her feet, she waved to get his attention. She promised him she would behave, but that was impossible without a distraction.“Can I get my phone?”“No,” he replied.“I’m bored.”&
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 35: Pretty little thing
Maksim frowned at the list on his monitor. He didn’t pick a name yesterday, and today, he wasn’t any closer to penetrating Viktor’s lair. The only positive from today and yesterday was Camilla’s presence. He was waiting for her to fix a sex timetable. Fucking her was a necessity, as part of their agreement, not because he liked the way her fingertips felt on his skin. Not because he liked the way she stared in awe at his scars or how she termed him brave.Right now, he had to focus. His new club would open soon. He would need to assign a new bodyguard to Camilla because he might spend fewer nights at home. Doris already informed him his wife loved to read. His housekeeper also mentioned something about a shelf. He told himself then not to ask more questions about that. Camilla wouldn’t be here long. There was no need making permanent fixtures for her.But what if a shelf or shelves would get his pretty wife to smile at him the way she did
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 36: Séx hurts
It was late when Maksim finally returned to their room. The lights were still on, and Camilla was on the bed, the cover pulled to her waist. Getting a new phone had taken much longer than he planned. He couldn’t tell her they had destroyed her phone. The only one he had in his possession was the one he took from her at their first meeting.“You are awake,” he said.“I was waiting for you,” she replied.Maksim knew he was supposed to explain his lateness to her since they made plans for tonight, but he couldn’t find the words. Besides, he was late because he had to do something for her. He went to the mirror and ripped off his tie. His wife watched him, biting her lips as if contemplating.“Where were you?” she whispered.“Out.”Her head bobbed. “Did you forget?”“No. I got carried away.”“Are
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 37: Her curse
Camilla didn’t want it to feel like she was fucking a random stranger. That was why she insisted on Alek telling her at least one thing about herself. Why was that so hard? She didn’t ask him to give her his heart. She didn’t want it. And now, her stupid vagina had fucked her up, making her spill a long-term secret in such a short time. She thought he was different when he made her orgasm from only his fingers. At twenty-eight, she could count on one hand the number of times she had experienced an orgasm. It was her curse. A curse she wanted to break now Alek had touched her.The bathroom door opened, and Camilla clenched her eyes shut. The bed dipped and something wet touched her lips, dragging up to her nose. She shivered, keeping her eyes closed. The person chuckled.“Really? This is how you want to play?”One eye opened, followed by the other, and Camilla shrugged. With her gaze set on her husband, it didn’t st
The Mafia’s Temporary Bride 38: I miss home
Alex waved the book he was hiding at his back. “It’s time. You didn’t show up.”The annoyance fizzled out so fast, and a pathetic sigh escaped Camilla’s lips. In her husband’s hand was the copy of the dark mafia romance book they had been reading in his office. He brought the book to her.“I didn’t realise I was supposed to.”He shrugged. “I waited.”“I’m sorry,” she whispered.Dragging a chair from the table in the corner, he turned it backward and sat on it.“We can do that now,” he said, opening up the book on the top of the chair. His eyes roamed the room, settling on the tray on the bedside drawer. “You haven’t eaten.”“I’m not hungry,” she replied.“Did you eat breakfast?”A little. But she didn’t want to tell him that t
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