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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 5

CAMILLE

"Camille?" His shocked voice was testament that I wasn't dreaming and Aurelio was indeed standing in front of me.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, something told me he was asking to prove himself wrong because he must have already figured out that I lived here and I was Ronald Barone's daughter.

"You're...You're" I gulped at the realisation.

"You're Beatrice' husband, you're married" I managed to squeeze out.

"What's wrong dear?" I turned to Mrs Olga's voice and smiled tightly.

"He just arrived" I answered and stepped aside to let him in.

Aurelio's face turned cold as he passed, the familiar scent of mint and lavender washed over me.

I was so screwed.

I sat on the right side next to papa, while Beatrice and Aurelio sat on the other side next to each other. Aurelio's face was set in stone as he stared on the table.

Papa went on about how Beatrice was such an angel but me and Aurelio's mind was far from this table.

"You must have met my little demon, the one and only, Camille," dad introduced chuckling and I smiled tightly and waved at Beatrice.

"She's so beautiful, you might need to start planning a wedding soon" Beatrice joked and papa laughed.

"Mr Aurelio nice to meet you too, I see you're not one of them social elites" Aurelio gave a curt nod, his eyes meeting mine and I quickly looked away.

"Camille dear, please serve the food" I nodded and went on to serve papa first before Beatrice, then Aurelio.

Dad and Beatrice talked about lengthy business deals while Aurelio picked on his food and so did I. I don't think I had any appetite with him sitting across from me with a cold face directed at me.

"Camille, please keep the guest company, I and Beatrice need to discuss something" papa said standing up and Beatrice followed suit.

"You're Barone's daughter" Aurelio said immediately they were out of earshot and I gulped and nodded.

"You fucking liar" he scoffed, chuckling darkly.

"I can explain, it's not what it seems like" I panicked dropping my cutleries.

"Go ahead, what are you explaining? God!" He exclaimed standing up, I quickly stood up too.

"Aurelio, please listen to me, I didn't know...I was scared of you...". At a time like this nothing was clicking, I really had no reason to have said I was twenty-two and experienced.

And I never expected to meet him in such a manner.

"What about you? Aren't you married? You weren't wearing a wedding band either" I accused.

"So now you make it about me?" He asked.

"Camille?" I turned to Mrs Olga who stood by the dining hall doorway, she looked at both of them with confusion.

"What's going on, I heard you arguing" Mrs Olga said and dropped two plates of dessert on the table.

"No...I wasn't, um...Mr Aurelio is just...um fascinated with the building" I lied and Aurelio licked his lips and looked away.

"Really? Why don't you show him around, your papa wouldn't mind" Mrs Olga suggested and I smiled tightly.

"This way, please" Aurelio didn't move, instead he directed cold hard eyes at me. As if sensing the tension Mrs Olga looked at him, he sighed and nodded.

He followed behind me as I led him out of the dinning, I walked to my bedroom and opened the door, he paused and looked at me before stepping in.

"I know I lied about my age but it doesn't really matter" I said, closing the space between us.

"Damnit, Camille, your nineteen" he yelled which startled me, I rubbed my temples as tears brimmed in my eyes.

"You're married also, so don't make me take all the blame, I know I lied and so did you, you lied to me and cheated on Beatrice" I defended.

"Cheating is my business with Beatrice, not yours, for Christ's sakes I shared a fuckin bed with you, I thought you were mature, you said you were experienced, how could you lied like that?" He asked.

"Did your father even know you were out?" He asked, closing what little space that was between us.

I stayed silent, because of course papa didn't know and if he did, I didn't want to think of what he'd do to me, a tear slipped from my eye and I sniffed.

"I'm sorry, I..I...didn't want you to think I was too young" I admitted.

"No, it's not even a thought, you are too goddamn young to have sex" he yelled.

"Fuck off" I yelled back.

"At my age you weren't celibate" I yelled.

"Really? fine that's true" he chuckled coldly, with no humour in his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me you'd never had sex before?" He asked and I stepped back in surprise, his eyes searched mine and I quickly looked away.

"I don't know what you're talking about" he scoffed and paced in front of me.

"You were not only nineteen but a virgin, do you know how that makes me feel, I feel like a fuckin pedophile, like a pervet a goddamn creep" he said and grabbed my chin making me look at him in the eye.

"I saw the blood stains after you left" he said, nothing but disgust and anger in his eyes, all directed toward me and I closed my eyes, I didn't want to look into them anymore.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Camille," I shook my head in protest, I didn't want to know if he looked at me with such eyes.

He let go of my chin roughly and I stumbled back, tears streamed down my face, I wrapped my hands around my body as I cried, he paced back and forth in anger.

I yelped in surprise when he pushed down my belongings from the vanity table, he grabbed my arm and turned me to himself, crashing his lips on mine.

He kissed me roughly, prying my lips open with his tongue, his hand gripping my hair tightly, keeping me from moving away from him. I tried to keep up with his pace only to find myself drowning in the kiss.

He hoisted me up and wrapped my leg around his waist and without breaking the kiss, I squeezed the fabric of his shirt, hitting his chest wanting air.

He placed me on the vanity table and grabbed my arm, raising it above my head, holding me in place, before finally pulling away.

I was breathing heavily as air hit my lungs at once, his eyes still held anger and dark desires but rather than scaring me like earlier it turned me on even more.

Aurelio wasn't angry at me, he was angry with himself.

He trailed kisses from my jaw to shoulder, he sucked and bit on my neck in different places, I moaned when he sucked on the places he bit.

He pulled off my top, throwing it across the room, leaving my chest bare to him, his eyes scanned my chest and I saw the look of satisfaction cross his features when he noticed the prominent red marks on almost every inch of my body.

"Just as I imagined," he muttered.

He stepped back, completely, and moved to my bed, he sat at the edge of it and called me over.

I walked towards him in slow steps, a low primal groan escaped his lips as I stood before him, my eyes moved to the bulge in his trousers, he was damn big and his pants were still buttoned and it must be uncomfortable for him.

"Take your shorts off" he ordered and I did as told, standing naked before him.

"Closer" he ordered and I stood in between his open leg, he ran his hands from my arm to my waist rubbing the bruises he gave me on my waist.

He mumbled words under his breath, before spreading my legs apart slightly, sticking his finger in, I moaned and fisted my hand.

He took his finger out and put them in his mouth, licking them off. I watched him lick his finger hungrily before looking up at me.

"Fuck" he groaned once again and I looked at the bulge in his pants, without waiting for his order, which I knew he wouldn't ask.

I got on my knees, he watched me silently, I met his eyes, cold, dark and laced with dark promises of the things he could do.

I reached out and unbuttoned his pants, snagging them off enough to see his Calvin Klein briefs, it was already dented with his precum, his eyes remained on me probably expecting me to back out, I swallowed hard and reached into it.

He hissed the moment my hand wrapped around his cock, I massaged him gently using his pre cum to lubricate his dick, I pumped back and forth, he threw his head back and groaned.

I finally pulled his briefs down and his cock sprang out, slapping my face and I jumped back.

He had a long and fat cock, veins wrapped round his cock tightly, it must have ached badly.

I stuck my tongue out and licked his crown, the low moan that escaped his lips turned me on and I sucked on his crown.

He fisted my hair tightly and pushed his cock up my throat. "Fuck" he screamed and held me in place, I gagged on his cock and tears brimmed my eyes before he released my hair leaving me to breathe.

My saliva trickled down his cock and I wrapped my hand around him and pumped him.

"Your doing so well, fuck....get that mouth down there" he breathe out and I immediately put him back in my mouth, my head bobbling up and down, low moans and groans filled the quiet room.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and trailed kisses down to his heavy balls before taking them into my mouth, sucking aggressively on them.

"Holy fuck, that's it...where'd you learn...damn...that?" He asked.

I released his balls and continued to massage his cock before wrapping my mouth around his crown, sucking it like a lollipop while massaging his length.

"Camille, bloody hell" his hand on my hair tightened, as I continued to suck on his crown only while pumping his length.

"Camille, I'm going to cum" he announced, breathing heavily, gaging his cock, as tears brimmed in my eyes.

"Christo...Camille" his hot seed shot straight into my throat at once, surprised I swallowed it, choking on the rest.

I quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth, his seed continued to sprout out, landing on my face, dripping to my breast.

"Holy fuck" he breathe, catching his breathe.

I licked my lips, licking his cum, it tasted salty and quite sour, not so bad actually.

I looked at Aurelio as he watched his cum on my breast and face, and I knew he liked it, he pulled away to look at me and as if realization downed on him, he sighed and looked away.

"Get cleaned up" I nodded and got up from my knees, picked my clothes and got into the bathroom, I returned with some wipes to clean off the cum on his pants.

"Here" he grabbed them from me and cleaned his still hard cock, before putting it back in his briefs, he cleaned his pants and buckled up, before handing back the used wipes.

"Go get dressed" he stood up from the bed, avoiding my eyes.

"Aurelio, I really didn't mean to..."

"It doesn't matter anymore," he said, cutting me off abruptly.

"This is the last time you and I will ever do something like this, the first one was a mistake and it will remain so, I never want to see you again Camille".

Without a glance he moved towards the door and opened it.

"What about now, was it also a mistake?" I asked, he held the door open but didn't look back or say anything, without another word he stepped out and closed the door.

I stood there staring at the door, his words kept going on endlessly in my head, my heart squeezed in my chest and I struggled to breathe.

Why did that hurt so much?

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