~Camila~
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕"
To the world, Camila is a breath of fresh air; a woman of gentle smiles and a joyful heart. Her charm is her armor, and her intellect is her weapon.
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Camila's point of view
After hours of standing behind the camera, we finally wrapped up. Exhausted, I retreated to my room, eager to shed the restrictive costume and sink into bed.
A sharp knock at the door interrupted my thoughts just as I was about to pull on my robe.
"Come in." I called, my voice laced with weariness. The door creaked open, revealing one of the maids.
"Sorry to disturb you, ma'am, but Sir Luciano has requested to see you."
My fist clenched at the information, and I swallowed hard, trying to decipher the reason behind his summons.
I stiffly nodded and pulled the robe tighter around my body before following the housekeeper. Arriving at his office, I shut the door behind me.
"Lock the door, Camila,' his low voice caused my toes to curl up.
My legs wobbled at the command. Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the imposing figure seated behind the desk, his back to me.
"I want to see your face, Gem." He demanded, his voice a near growl. His words felt more like an order than a request, further fueling my anxiety. I walked slowly around the table, my heart beating like a drum.
His head was thrown back, his eyelids shielding those dark irises that always held a dangerous intensity.
"On my thighs," he commanded, the words a silken threat that made my stomach churn with excitement.
"Luciano." I whispered, nearly a moan.
"If you make me repeat myself, Camila, you wouldn't like my next actions."
His growl vibrated through the air, laced with a raw, dangerous sexuality that sent a wave of heat through my body.
I was trapped, both physically and emotionally, in the web of this powerful, unpredictable man.
"And if I don't want to get on your thighs, what will you do about that?" I abandoned the voice that warned me at the back of my head and let my lips control me.
His eyes snapped open, and his jaw hardened in anger. Before I could even register what was happening, I was bent over his desk, my hands locked behind me.
"You've crossed the line, Gem. I've let you have your fun, now it's my turn." The words that fell from his lips sent a wave of heat through me, making my insides melt.
"Luciano." I breathed out. A hard smack landed on my ass cheek, and I moaned in pain.
It hurt, but my stupid brain ignored the feeling and chose to find pleasure in the sting.
