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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 3

I cheated.

I cheated on Beatrice.

It constantly rang in my head, but deep down I couldn't bring myself to feel guilty.

Soft snores filled the room messing with my thoughts and I turned to find the lady from yesterday wrapped around me.

She refused to let go even when I tried to unglued her from me, her dark hair covered her face completely and I pushed it away to look at her properly.

She was brown, a lighter shade, caramel probably, she had a small cute nose and those lips, God, they tasted divine.

The memories of what happened last night came back and I got hard again, the girl was damn good in bed, with that tight snug pussy that tasted like heaven.

I stopped my mind from going further into the gutters, last night was enough but then again I was damn hard like a rock at the thought of her.

I might as well be a sinner completely and satisfy myself.

I was able to get out of her tight grip, she purred softly and blood rushed to my already hard cock making it throb and ache badly.

Her perky firm breast got my immediate attention, with red hand prints on them, they were my mark and it got me more hard as I stared at it.

I took one nipple into my mouth and she sighed softly, my hand acting on its own found her pussy and my fingers dived in stroking and rubbing circles on her pussy.

I rolled the bud in my mouth, biting and sucking hard on them, soft moans escaped her parted lips, her eyes still closed.

Her breasts were so soft that I had trouble letting them go. I pulled the other one into my mouth while palming the other, tweaking her nubs as I stroked her pussy.

Soft moans left her parted lips and smiled against her breasts, fucking her while asleep crossed my mind and I wondered how she'd react when she woke up to my dick buried deep inside her.

She made fantasies so real, and I hope she didn't wake until I was done.

I got under the sheets and spread her legs, she smelt so good that it hurt my dick to even think about not having a taste of this.

She was damn wet, she was dripping into the sheets, my tongue found her cunt and it jerked with one swipe of my tongue.

I became greedy instantly, eating her out with reckless abandon, her moans intensified and her legs shook lightly, I gripped them from thrashing too much as I sucked on her cunt.

She was breathing heavily, her moans becoming louder as I ate her pussy like a mad man.

Fuck, how could someone taste so magnificent.

I pulled off the sheet and looked at her, she was still asleep, beads of sweat creased her forehead, her lips slightly parted as she moaned softly.

I positioned my hard cock at her entrance, and slowly eased into her, her cunt clenched around my half cock inside her and I nearly came inside of her.

She was so tight, it was hard to enter her slowly without nearly combusting. I waited for her cunt to release my cock before moving again.

Her cunt trapped my cock yet again and I groaned gripping her thighs, as I cursed, once she released my cock I rammed into her at once and she jolted awake.

"Fuck" I cursed as I thrusted into her, she moaned, batting her lashes as she blinked away sleep, gripping the sheets, moaning loudly, the sounds she made only fueled my desire to thrust deeply into her, she gasped when I rammed into her pussy eyes meeting mine.

"Aurelio..." she muttered and I threw my head back, my name sounded so good coming from her mouth.

With my cock buried in her pussy, I leaned in and claimed her lips as I thrusted into her slowly, her moans and pleas were stifled by the kiss.

I trailed kisses to her neck, till I got to her tits, God they looked so good, I pulled back and thrust into her watching them jiggle with each thrust.

"Aure...fuck..hmm" I looked at her and the look on her face was enough to put me over the edge, hair scattered on the bed, some sticking to her face, her half closed eyes and her lips lost between her teeth.

"Please, Aurelio..." I loved it when she was writhing and begging beneath me with that look of innocence on her face.

I groaned as I quickened my pace "please... Aurelio..." she begged her voice soft and vulnerable, tears brimmed the corners of her eyes, rolling to her ear.

"Fuck..yes" she screamed, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she convulsed, gripping the bed sheets tightly.

My pace quickened and I groaned in pleasure as her cunt clenched around my dick, her orgasm ripped through her shaking her profusely.

Her cunt clenched tightly around my cock and I groaned as shot loads of cum into her.

"Fuck" I cursed out of breath once again I'd cum inside her, she lay limp beneath me, my cock was still hard inside her and I thrust slowly into her.

"Please..don't...I'll...pass out if you do that again" she said breathlessly and I smirked and thrust into her earning a soft moan.

I pulled out and quickly got her cunt in my mouth, I sucked her juices that were dripping to the sheets.

Her pussy became so sensitive, it was quivering with each stroke of my tongue and that made me so damn happy.

The thought of fucking her all day lingered in my mind, she looked spent, and I believe she was hungry, I couldn't take my celibacy out on her.

"You're hungry?"" I asked and she turned to me, her eyes drooping like she was about to fall asleep but she nodded.

I got up and searched for my clothes, then remembered it was downstairs, I quickly went to the living room and found clothes.

I quickly ordered some pasta and went upstairs, she was still naked and in the same position I left her, though she looked asleep now.

"Are you okay? I asked and she opened her eyes and nodded, smiling weakly.

"I just need to bathe and get some food to my stomach" I nodded and got into the bathroom and filled the tub. I remember she smelt like an apple and luckily I'd bought some apple scented products when I was putting this house in order for a vacation with Beatrice.

The thought of Beatrice had me feeling guilty again but I quickly pushed it aside.

I returned and she had wrapped the duvet over her body, she still looked so ethereal.

"The shower's ready, I ordered some pasta, it should be here anytime soon" I said and noticed she wasn't looking at me but at my other half.

I looked down to notice I was still naked and my dick was semi-hard.

"You want to go another round?" I asked and she looked up at me, panic in her eyes as she shook her head quickly and I laughed.

"Go shower" she nodded but made no move to stand.

"Um...Aurelio I...I need help getting to the bathroom" she stammered and I stared at her until it finally clicked.

Fuck, did I ruin her legs?

"Um...that's fine" I felt quite ashamed to have done that to the poor girl. She let go of the duvet and I scooped her in my arms and went to the bathroom.

Mist clogged the bathroom and she seemed to breathe in relief as I dropped her into the tub.

"Thank you" I nodded and picked the bath sponge and lathered it and gently scrubbed her back, she relaxed against the tub, sighing softly.

It felt so natural doing this and the soft sighs that escape her lips was a testament that I was doing well.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Camille," she answered.

"American?" I asked.

"Italian, my mum was American, Philadelphia precisely".

She squealed in surprise when my hand brushed her pussy, and I stopped and raised my brows at her.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked and she shook her head.

"I'm just sensitive there" and I smiled and nodded.

"Should I continue?" And she nodded.

I gently scrubbed in between her legs, my fingers brushed against her clit and she moaned, and I got hard immediately.

She clasped a hand over her mouth and I chuckled.

I helped her out after I was done, she looked at her dress on the bed and bit her lips.

"I can't wear this" she muttered and I handed her a shirt of mine from the closet, she thanked me and put it on, it was extremely large on her and also covered my marks on her body.

A different ringtone broke the silence and she searched for it, when she picked the call, her tone became hushed.

"I'm fine, I'll be home soon" she answered.

"What? How did that happen?" She asked, her voice changing to a panicked one. The door bell rang and I went to pick the food.

When I returned she was on her feet, she seemed wobbly but she moved around to get something.

"What's wrong?" I asked, watching her panic.

"Um...I.. need to...I need to get home" she stammered.

"Food just arrived" she paused to look at my hand and I saw her gulp before meeting my eyes, her phone rang again and she shook her head.

"I'm so sorry but I can't stay, I need to leave now" she stumbled and I rushed to stop her from falling.

"Call the driver Keisha, my location is on" she said into the phone, she had her clothes and purse in her hands as she made for the door.

"How did this happen Keisha, what of my papa?" I followed her downstairs as she gently went down the stairs.

"I thought it was settled yesterday. Did she have to go on Instagram?" She stopped and sulked in her breath.

"I'll be there in a minute" she answered and ended the call.

"Something's up I guess" and she nodded.

"Maybe we can meet some other..." her phone cut her shut again.

"Giuro, papà, non è quello Che pensi"(I swear, papa, it's not what you think) she said In smooth Italian.

"ha iniziato lei per prima papà, io mi stavo solo difendendo" (she started it first papa, I was just defending myself).

"si, papà" (yes papa).

"l'autista è qui papà"(the driver is here papa).

She opened the door and stepped out, outside was a red Rolls Royce parked outside which surprised me, Camille opened the car and got in.

I breathed out sharply and returned upstairs. I took a quick bath and changed into a new set of clothes before searching for my phone.

Not like I expected a call from Beatrice, she never called and she probably hasn't even realised that I wasn't home last night, that's if she was even home herself.

I grabbed my phone, but my eye caught something on the white bedsheets and I frowned as I straightened the material to look closely.

Blood.

Specks of blood stained the white sheet, I searched all over the bed to see if she probably was on her period but nothing else.

The blood had already dried out, which meant it ought to have been yesterday.

She couldn't have been...

My mind paused before I chuckled to myself, she wasn't one, I would have known if she was a virgin.

Another look at the stains on the sheets and what I didn't want to believe seemed to be the most believable right now.

Camille was a virgin.

And it suddenly made sense, why she said I was too huge for her, why she was so sensitive after the first round.

It was probably her first and she kept quiet, I didn't even know what to say at the realisation.

Well, it didn't matter anyways, we would never meet and if we did I'd apologize and we'd move past it.

I called the house keeper and took the food with me and headed to my car.

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