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THE BILLIONAIRE'S MISTRESS: SWEET TEMPTATION  Novel Cover

THE BILLIONAIRE'S MISTRESS: SWEET TEMPTATION

I wanted him, desperately. It was the first time I had ever craved someone so intensely, and I didn't care how reckless it made me. Maybe this was what they meant by love at first sight. When Camille Barone first lays eyes on Aurelio Donzel, she falls hard. Despite knowing he's married, she's drawn to him with an obsession that burns hotter than reason. Undeterred by his coldness, Camille pursues him relentlessly, doing everything she can to make him see her, to make him feel what she feels. But love isn't always something you can chase. And some people, no matter how badly you want them, some people aren't meant to be yours. Aurelio surrenders to temptation and risks his marriage for a moment of forbidden passion?. But Camille learns that some hearts simply aren't meant to be won.
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Chapter 2

The drive was very silent, Mr Shadow was very focused on the road before him, while I was getting very nervous at my impulsive decision.

I had never been so reckless, following someone I didn't even know to God knows where.

What was the worst that could happen? He could kill me or even kidnap me, my poor papa would die of a heart attack.

But on the other side I was still dripping for him and that made it even harder to back out and I didn't want him to find out I was a newbie and I had never done something like this.

The man seemed to already be having a hard time dropping his principles to take me home and I had a feeling if I told him I was a virgin he'd turn back and drop me at the club without a second thought.

He pulled into a driveway and turned off his car, he sighed and looked at me and I gave him the proudest look I could muster and he smirked and got down.

He opened the door for me, closing it back when I stepped down.

I ran my eyes over the house, it was modest, nothing too fancy more like a getaway house.

I returned my gaze to him and he was watching me intently.

"What? You're just going to stand there and stare at me?"

I scoffed and crossed my arms around my breast making them pop up, his eyes trailed towards them and I smiled.

"You're all bark and no bite" my provocative words seemed to have been the last straw holding him back.

His lips crashed on mine as he pulled me into him, swiftly dominating the kiss, his tongue snuck into my mouth, finding mine.

I was out of breath but he didn't seem to have any problem, I gripped his shirt as I struggled for air.

He hoisted me up wrapping my legs around his waist, his bulge rubbing against my ass as I pressed down on his shoulder for release.

He pulled away and I quickly filled my lungs with air, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a key opening the door.

Once in, he pushed the door close and grabbed my face before placing his lips back on mine in a more gentle kiss, his hand gripping my hair pulling my head back, giving him access to nibble on my neck.

"Fuck" I moaned out when he sucked on my G-spot sending shock waves to my pussy make me drip even more and I feared I'd wet his shirt.

He put me down and his lips found mine again as he kissed me like I would disappear.

He pulled away and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and I was totally awestruck by his body.

He was really ripped, thick strong muscles stood out, veins wrapped his forearm, he had tattoos covering one side of his arm.

The man was a masterpiece.

He pushed my now scattered hair out of my face and the look of approval crossed his eyes.

"How old are you?" He asked and I panicked.

"22" I answered quickly and he looked at me over again like he didn't believe me but he nodded.

"So you do know what's about to happen right?" He asked and I nodded.

"It's not your first time either so you should know it's just sex and nothing more".

My heart shattered immediately. I didn't want it to be just sex, I wanted him and I wanted to see him again, which was totally weird and quite creepy of me.

"Whatever makes you fuck is fine with me" I answered, shocked at my answer but he seemed to like it.

He took a seat on a couch spreading his leg widely, I could see the bulge in his pants poking out.

"Strip" it wasn't a plea, neither was he telling me, it was a command and I found that hot and sexy as hell.

I slowly pulled down my dress, swaying my hips making it look like it was too tight to get out of, he groaned softly and I smirked.

I threw the dress somewhere around the room and moved to take off my panties.

"Holy fuck" he cursed throwing his head back against the couch.

I was perfection on its own, large perky tits, an hourglass figure, soft skin and caramel brown colour, I knew the attention my body got when I wore a swim suit, standing totally naked had to be illegal of me.

"Come here" he commanded and I walked slowly towards him, his eyes following every movement I made. I felt extremely hot under his eyes filled with desire.

He unbuttoned his pants, standing up to take it off. Once done he opened his arms, calling me in. I sat on his bulging erection and he cursed softly. I wriggled to make sure I sat down properly and he gripped my waist and groaned.

His lips caught mine in a sloppy wet kiss, his hands memorising the edges of my body.

I yelped softly and pulled away from his lips, when his hand connected with my ass, the sting causing pleasure to erupt through me.

He did it again and I jerked forward with my bare pussy rubbing against the erection in his pants making me moan.

He spanked my ass once more and I grinned my pussy against his hard on, moaning loudly.

"Fuck" he cursed.

He swiftly turned me over, my head hitting the soft couch, he looked at his briefs, a large portion was covered in my juices and he looked at me.

"You're one horny bitch" the way he said it made me feel like a total horny bitch, which I started to believe I was.

He got down on his knees and spread my legs apart on the couch "no matter what happens you do not close these legs, got it?" He asked, his voice hoarse and firm and I nodded.

He traced his thumb over my clit and I shook, my thighs trembling, he looked up at me while his fingers continued to coat his fingers with my juices while tracing the opening of my pussy.

I gasped with each stroke, moaning when he pressed his thumb against my pussy, he muttered something under his breath before he dived in and started eating me out.

The sensation that ripped through me pushed out a loud moan and my legs closed as he licked and sucked on my pussy like a wild animal.

He slapped my thigh and pushed my legs open again, he stopped and looked up at me.

"Don't close them" he said, his mouth glistening with my juices and I nodded frantically, his eyes remained on me for a minute before he dived back in.

He sucked and lapped on my pussy like it was a five start cuisine, my legs shook and my moans filled the quiet space of the room.

"Ahh...fuck fuck fuck...oh God" I chanted as he continued, gripping my thighs and pulling them further apart.

Something foreign slipped into me and I tensed, I looked down at him and his finger was stuck inside me, he sucked softly at the edges of insides before slowly easing his hand out before pushing it back in and I threw my head back with a moan.

"Bloody hell" I cursed.

He pulled out completely and added another finger pushing it deeply inside of me and I groaned and gripped a nearly plush pillow.

"So fucking tight" he muttered, making the fingers three, he eased out slowly and pushed back in, I rocked my hips wanting him to add some pace.

He slapped my thighs to stop my movements and continued dangerously slow, as he looked at my pussy like it was an art and he was trying to decipher it.

He was painfully slow, I was shaking like a leaf as pleasure shot through my body but he didn't seem to mind, he was watching with an amused look on his face how my pussy twitched each time he slowly retracted his fingers.

"Please...please" I begged and his eye met mine, he picked up his pace, slamming his fingers roughly in and out of me with his eyes trained on mine, without breaking the trance, he finger fucked me.

My legs were shaking as he slowed down, and dived in, his wet tongue lapping my clit while his fingers continued to drag me to oblivion.

My toes curled and goosebumps spread rapidly over my body as i came in his face, I jerked like I was having seizure, a wonderful seizure in this case, as I orgasm he was licking off my juices, his stubble scratching against my sensitive pussy making me quiver.

He stood up and stretched out his hand to me to stand, I did so but my legs nearly gave out, with swift movement he stopped me from falling back into the couch, he hoisted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

His lips caught mine immediately, moaning softly when his hand spanked my ass.

My head touched the soft pillow yet he didn't pull away from the kiss, he spread my legs wide, his finger finding my clit, I moaned when he traced my insides, jerking also due to how sensitive I'd become down there.

"You're amazing" he muttered and slowly trailed wet kisses to my breast, sucking on one while he palmed the other.

"Cazzo" (fuck) he cursed in Italian and that sent a shiver to my clit, his Italian was just as sexy as he was.

His dick pushed into me and I gasped at the thickness and fatness of his crown about easing into me.

"You're too big" I muttered absent-mindedly, worried how he would be able to fit in and if I was going to have a problem afterwards, he was just too big.

"That's a problem? He asked, sounding amused and I shook my head.

I wasn't about to tell him I was a virgin but I wasn't going to let him get such a giant into me without any preparation whatsoever, what if I died? Or worse, get injured by it.

"Have never had a size that big" I muttered shyly and he nodded.

"I'll take it slow, if it eases you" and I nodded. I waited for the intrusion into my pussy but nothing came, making me more tense.

"Relax" he breathed against my neck and I nodded biting my bottom lip, his lips came down on mine kissing me passionately, I wrapped my hands around his neck pulling him in to kiss me.

In one swift move, he pushed into me and I screamed, yet his lips never left mine muffling the sound.

His length strained my tight pussy, I was filled with his cock.

"You are so fucking tight" he muttered, pulling away from my lips, without waiting he began to thrust in and out.

Pain raked through me as he thrust in without mercy, I pushed at his shoulder hoping he'd stop for a moment and let me adjust but he didn't and I couldn't blame him either.

The pain was soon replaced with exploding pleasure ripping into my body, he cursed loudly as he rammed into me roughly.

I moaned loudly, nonsense spewed out of my mouth endlessly.

"Please....yes...fuck...oh God, don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop" I begged as he thrust into me without mercy.

I gripped the sheets as a scream rippled through me, the sensation was just too much, as he constantly hit my G-spot.

"Ahh...right there, oh God..hmmm" I moaned, my french tip nails digging into his arm, making him groan and increase his pace.

He stopped and turned me over, he lay beneath me with me on top of him, his fingers dug into my waist as he rocked me.

"Damnit, you're too tight" he said, spanking my ass.

"Ride me" he commanded, I didn't need another command to act on as I started riding him, his hand remained on my waist to hold me up.

He let me ride him before he held my hips and pumped into me, my moaning filled the room and if he had a neighbour they surely heard me screaming.

He stopped and let me continue, using one hand he snuck his finger in to slowly rub my clit, while squeezing my breast with the other.

My eyes rolled back to my head and I slowed down, his hand retracted from my breast and spanked my ass twice.

"Don't slow down" I nodded and continued as he quickened his finger on my clit, also twitching my nipple.

"You feel so good on my dick" he muttered, slapping my breast watching it jiggle.

"Faster baby" he cooed, his finger quickening at my clit, I shuddered my eyes rolling once again to the back of my head, goosebumps spread rapidly through me as his finger continued to rub rapidly at my clit while I rode his dick.

The pleasure was so overwhelming I was breathless.

"I'm going to cum" I screamed and he stopped rubbing against my pussy.

"Take it slow" he ordered, his voice strained as I constantly squeezed around his dick.

"Fuck, don't do that" he mumbled throwing his head back as he tried to steady my hip but I couldn't stop twitching around his dick.

My pussy had become extremely sensitive that each thrust of his cock was making me quiver.

He flipped me around and pulled out, pushing my back into the bed, my ass sticking out, he entered from behind like a mad train and I stifled a moan in the sheets.

He thrust quickly into me, muttering under his breath, my pussy clenched around him tightly making him groan.

"Fuck fuck fuck" he chanted and my eyes rolled back to my head, it rippled through me and a scream made its way to my throat.

"Aurelio, that's my name and I want it on your lips when you cum". He said not slowing down one bit as he pumped into me

"Fuck Aurelio, fuck...I'm cuming, Aurelio please...yes...right there..yes Aurelio".

My nerves collapsed as my body shook violently, with one final thrust from Aurelio, my toes curled and I felt his hot seed in my tummy.

"Fuck, you clenched around me too tightly I didn't pull out" he breathed.

"Are you on birthday control?" He asked and I managed a nod as my body continued to tremble.

I fell limp to the bed, and so did he. He pushed the damp hair out of my face and pulled me closer to himself, wrapping his arm around me.

My body surrendered almost immediately to the weight of sleep and comfort of his arms.

"Fuck" he cursed as my eyes drooped.

"What have I done?" I heard him mutter before sleep dragged me in.

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