~Camila~
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕"
Camila was adored by those in her presence due to her gentle nature and joyful demeanor.
Her inner beauty and external charm captivates the hearts and...
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Luciano's POV
"Fuck—" she screamed as she rode me, her voice hoarse and wild with release.
Her hair was a tangled mess, clinging to her sweat-slicked face as her hips worked desperately against mine.
While the woman straddling my thighs chased her pleasure, I sat motionless on the couch, expression blank, completely disconnected.
She came, I didn't. Typical. Her body collapsed against my chest, panting, trembling with satisfaction.
"T-that was amazing, sir," she slurred against my neck. "We've done so many things, but nothing's felt as good as this. If we could do this all the time—"
I shoved her off me without a word and headed into the office bathroom to clean up.
I was bored. Bored of her. Bored of them all.
I changed into a fresh shirt, ran a hand through my hair, and stepped back into the office. She was already dressed, her hair pulled into a high bun and her makeup reapplied.
A pathetic attempt to look presentable.
She smiled at me as if we hadn't just fucked meaninglessly.
She walked toward me, hips swaying, confidence oozing off her like cheap perfume.
She hooked one leg around my waist, fingers running down my chest.
"Elena," I called her name like a warning. Stern. Cold. But she was too dim to hear it.
"What is it, sir?" she giggled. "Getting turned on by my touch already? Why don't you throw me over your lap and—"
I grabbed her wrist tightly and dragged her with me.
"Sit."
She obeyed instantly.
I pulled out the folder and handed it to her.
"Your time is up, Elena."
She scanned the paper, her face twisting with every line she read.
"The fuck, Luciano? You can't just terminate the contract like this. It hasn't even been a month!"
I said nothing. Instead, I pulled my gun from the drawer and placed it on the desk.
Her voice caught in her throat. Her eyes widened.
"If you'd read the contract before signing," I said flatly, "you'd have seen the clause. Party A reserves the right to terminate the arrangement at any time if he no longer finds satisfaction in his submissive."
Her jaw fell open in disbelief. "W-what?"
"You heard me, Elena. You bored me. I can't continue."
Her cheeks flamed with anger, and she slammed her fist on the desk.
