Craving my Dad's Billionaire BestFriend

“Will you be a good girl for Daddy?” His husky voice dripped with lust.

“Yes, please fuck me hard, Daddy." I answered, breathlessly.

His hands were all over my body as he pressed into me roughly and I could feel my pussy swelling in response to his hardness.

"Good," he whispered against my ear, teeth nipping at my skin. "Because you'll be a damn good whore."He bit down again, pulling away from me long enough to grab one of my wrists and pin it above my head, then began fucking me hard, his hips rolling violently and slamming into mine in time with his movements.

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Camille Caldwell, tasked by her wealthy father to learn the ropes of business under the watchful eyes of a dear and trusted mentor, Gavriel found herself juggling between being a dutiful secretary and a seductive temptress at night.

At first, all she wanted from him was for him to give a good report to her father of her behavior, but as she got closer to him, she couldn’t resist the magnetic attraction that drew her to him.

When Billionaire Gavriel Donovan agreed to take the only daughter of his friend under his wing as his secretary, he merely counted it as doing a favor for an old friend, but Camille will have him doing the unthinkable, and he’ll have her pinned beneath him, screaming for more pleasure.

Can their forbidden desires survive in a world where their romance is regarded as abominable?

Was Gavriel willing to put his friendship and reputation on the line for a girl he was old enough to father?

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This book unapologetically contains very dark, raw, and mature contents. Do not open unless you'd love to be stuck in a sex-filled, lusty, and romantic world.

Aroused by the stranger

Camille's POV

"Jessica! Jessica!” The crowd of masked men chanted as I danced and stripped on stage. Loud music filled the entire club, and I grinned, trying not to get lost in the song.

It looked like today's payment would be worthwhile. We had a large crowd, after all. Adjusting my mask to keep it from slipping, I swayed my hips towards the pole on stage, dressed in black lace g-string and bra, and began grinding against it.

“Show us those titties!”

“Take it off!”

The men yelled, and I tossed them a grin. Just when I reached for the strap that held my bra up, my eyes connected with a pair of eyes.

He sat away from the men surrounding my stage. He had a black mask on and a white shirt that bunched against his muscles tautly.

I could see every outline of those forearms as he raised a glass of whiskey towards his lips and my breathing stuttered.

For a second, I wondered how they would feel if I kissed him. How could lips look so inviting? I could imagine them on mine, claiming, demanding, and taking.

My stomach tightened as I noted the rest