The Bad Guy Read Online Celia Aaron

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101399 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
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I wanted to lick it, to put my mouth on every inch of her delectable body. My cock roared to life with my imaginings. I’d already attended to myself before getting into bed with her. Letting my animal instincts take over would ruin everything. But staring at her in the morning light woke the beast.

This wasn’t the optimal time to rub one out, but fuck, it was better that than jump on her. I eased out of bed and slipped into the en suite bathroom. Her breathing remained steady, her cadence never changing. The gray marble floors were warm beneath my feet as I grabbed a hand towel from the bar next to the sink. My cock was more than ready to get down to business. Leaning against the wall next to the door, I kept an eye on Camille via the mirror along the wall above the vanity. She still hadn’t moved.

I gripped my cock and did a long slow stroke. Closing my eyes, Camille appeared before me, her body spread and ready for me. She smiled and lifted her arms above her head, the stiff peaks of her nipples begging for my mouth. Lowering myself between her legs, I licked along her pussy, tasting what was mine for the first time. She bucked beneath me, her eyes opening wide as I pressed my mouth to her, devouring her tender flesh with steady strokes from my tongue.

A groan rose from my throat, and I cracked an eye open to make sure she was still asleep. Satisfied I hadn’t woken her, I imagined how she’d writhe beneath me, how my fingers would sink into the soft skin of her thighs as I stabbed my tongue inside her. I licked her clit, strumming it mercilessly as her body tightened. She raked her hands through my hair, pressing my face against her as she seized and called my name as she came.

“Oh fuck. Camille.” The image of her coming on my tongue pushed my load up my shaft. I came with a deep grunt, shooting into the hand towel as I stroked every last drop from my cock.

When I was done, I wiped myself clean and glanced at the mirror. I could still see Camille, but instead of being ten feet away, she was standing right outside the door, her eyes wide.

13

Camille

I turned and ran back to the bed, diving under the covers. Wrapping myself up tight, I stared at the doorway where I’d seen Sebastian and heard him call my name as he came. I buried my face in my pillow to try and stamp out the warmth in my cheeks.

When Sebastian had climbed out of bed, I’d pretended to sleep. After a while, I didn’t hear anything and hoped he’d left or become otherwise occupied. I’d crept from my bed and tried the doors in the room—all locked, and one with a digital keypad. Then I’d heard him in the bathroom. God, the look on his face as he stroked himself into release. I clenched my eyes shut and tried to erase the image, and more importantly, erase the thrill that had run through me as I watched.

The bed shifted. “Sorry about that.”

I clutched the blanket tightly to me. “Sorry?” I choked out and unburied my face so I could watch him.

He shrugged, his muscled shoulders hard in the morning light. “I didn’t intend for you to see that, but I didn’t mind it either. Did you enjoy it?”

I re-buried my face in my pillow. “No!”

A low laugh rolled over me, the velvety tones trying to seduce me. “You don’t have to admit anything, but I know you did.”

“No.” I pulled my knees up beside me and felt along my calf until my fingers met a thin metal chain. The anklet monitor.

“Yes. Would you like to know what I was thinking about?”

“No!” My face still buried in the pillow, I breathed in warm air, the oxygen depleting as I stayed in my cocoon where he couldn’t see me, where I felt stupidly safe from the monster right beside me. Like a child who covers his face and believes he’s invisible.

“Eating your pussy. Teasing your clit until you exploded all over my face. You called my name.” A slight tug on my hair told me he was running his fingers through it. “When you came, so did I.”

I should have been filled with disgust. Instead, my mind followed along with the image he painted. Then I came to my senses and re-focused on how I might escape. Maybe I could climb down from the window if he left the room.

“Let me go.”

“Not happening.” His calm certainty spiked my blood pressure.

I screamed into my pillow and thought for a moment about scratching his eyes out. But the corded muscles of his body told me that would be a losing effort. I was no match for him.


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