Antonio had never considered himself a man who could be tamed, but with Camilla, there were no boundaries. Every encounter was a thrill, an adventure that erased the responsibilities of the Castillo empire and the suffocating pretense of his marriage to Diana. Camilla was everything Diana wasn't...wild, daring, and unrelenting in her pursuit of pleasure. Well perhaps to him...
Tonight was no different. The penthouse suite glimmered with the glow of candlelight, the soft scent of jasmine filling the air. Antonio reclined in an armchair near the window, a glass of whiskey in hand, watching as Camilla entered the room. She wore a black silk robe that barely reached her thighs, the belt loosely tied, revealing glimpses of her bare skin beneath.
"Did you miss me?" she teased, her voice sultry as she sauntered toward him.
Antonio smirked, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "You're late again."
