Gia Hunter

It all started with a hit on my face. 

You see, I’m rich, a club owner and women fill in line to have a little taste of me. Until a certain devastatingly gorgeous brunette shows me that I won’t always get what I want. She challenges me that no woman ever did. 

The fact that she’s off-limits, I should have stopped with my little games, but I took things too far. Eventually, she becomes my addiction. I start to feel something—something so deep that I’ve never felt before, but I just couldn’t help myself. One night with her is not enough. I need to have her again.

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He’s an arrogant, narcissistic, and condescending SOB who gets under my skin. 

There’s no denying that he’s attractive. But things have to change now—he shouldn’t always get what he wants because he says so. I also can't deny the fact that I’m deeply drawn to him. I start to feel something that scares me. So I give in and one thing leads to another. Until I realize that despite being a pretty face playboy, Pyke has flaws with a huge heart that is capable of caring for someone like me.

PYKE

"OH, MY GOD, Love. Dream guy is like a prince charming who doesn’t exist. Stop being a brat. Let’s get some sleep." She drops her robe, leaving only her black lacy nighties with a lacy black thong.

My cock thickens, hardens, twitches under the towel I’m still wearing. I loosen the towel, dropping it to the floor.

"Uh-uh, not yet, husband." Camila shakes her finger at me.

"Then you can’t sleep beside me."

"This is supposed to be our second honeymoon, Babe, not you reading that damn trash."

Her brow cocks. Now, I can see the mischievous smile on her lips. "Come here, husband." Gesturing her finger seductively. I crawl on the bed and position myself on top of her.

She moves her face to the side, avoiding my lips. "Not yet. Let’s play a little game."

"I don’t like games, Camila, since that bet. I want to make love to you and fuck you tonight."

Epilogue II