Chapter 6 The Beginning Of Temptation

• Vincent's eyes locked onto Sarah's bare form with total concentration, every word he was willing to say before he came in here forgotten. Sarah should have reached for the towel and covered herself, but she let him look.
• Her heart pounded, not just from the shock that she was naked before him, but from the realization that Vincent wasn't looking at her like a father figure should.
• The way his jaw tensed, his Adam's apple bobbed, and the way his fingers flexed at his sides-he wasn't indifferent.
• But then, as quickly as it happened, he stepped back. His expression turned cold, as though he had just remembered who he was supposed to be.
• "Put something on," he ordered, voice cold, before turning and shutting the door behind him.
• Sarah stood there, breathless. If she hadn't been standing naked in her own room, she would have chased after him. But what would she say? That she felt it too? That she was willing to let it happen?
• No. She needed to clear her head.
• As she dressed, her mind wandered. Rafael's touch was still on her, but it wasn't Rafael she was thinking about. It was Vincent. His cancer. His impending death. And most of all, the undeniable, intense sexual tension that just took place between them.
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• Vincent poured himself a cold drink at the mansion's bar. He couldn't believe he had easily lost control and let Sarah be aware that he was really looking at her. He barely tasted the whiskey as it burned down his throat. He could still feel his hands aching with restraint.
• He shouldn't be letting his old attraction, towards a girl he had nurtured like his daughter, haunt him again. He had tried so hard to bury the forbidden feelings he had for her in the past, but seeing her naked shattered every ounce of control he had managed to summon over the years.
• "A penny for your thoughts?" Camille's voice rang from behind him, her arms hugging him from behind. He had almost forgotten that Camille was still around.
• He flashed her a smile, and she kissed him. He decided to focus on Camille, who seemed to be horny and needy. Her pregnancy hormones were definitely on display tonight. Her silk robe was hanging over her shoulders; she had the intention to get him in the mood.
• "I was waiting for you," she murmured into his ears, peppering the area with hot kisses. Vincent allowed the distraction, squeezing her thighs with his strong hand. Camille let out a yearning but soft sound.
• "Right there," She spread her thighs and let his finger trail patterns across them till his fingers were playing with her pussy. She moaned softly. "Ummm." She had intentionally left her panties aside.
• Vincent's lips latched on her neck and sucked harshly but sensually, his tongue teasing the sensitive veins on her neck. Soon enough, his hands and lips were all over her, touching, squeezing, kissing, and licking. Camille was enjoying herself way too much. Vincent had never been this detailed while making out with her before. He would only kiss her before they had sex, but this was a first.
• Little did she know that he had a particular someone in mind. Vincent was imagining her to be Sarah to get on with this. He abruptly leaped to his feet, sat her on the table, spread her legs apart, and stuffed his dick inside her. Camille gasped out loud at the feeling of his massive size slamming into her.
• She bit her lips, moaning out loud as he pushed in and out of her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, enjoying the feeling of his gifted size way too much. Camille came hard with a loud moan that was sure to be heard around the house. "You fuck like Batman," she groaned, joking amidst the sensual moment. Vincent came next. Lost in his own world of imagination, the name "Sarah" came out as a moan from his lips without even realizing it, but shockingly, Camille heard him.
• Meanwhile, Sarah, who was upstairs, could hear Camille's moans from the bar in the lower level of the building.
• She had expected Vincent to act on his temptation earlier, but he had gone to meet Camille instead. The last few moments of his life, and he was going to spend them with Camille? She had attended meetings with Vincent, gone shopping with him, and even had movie nights with him-nights that she had wished he would touch her, but he never did. She had thought it was only a matter of time; she hadn't expected him to bring in a fiancée.
• Downstairs, Camille's eyes widened in shock as Vincent tucked his now softened dick back into his trousers. "Did... did you just call Sarah's name?" She asked in a low whisper, sounding terrified.
• Vincent suddenly seemed alerted. "What?" Camille exhaled deeply. "I heard you say Sarah. Vincent? What is it that you aren't telling me about you and Sarah?"
• Vincent looked perplexed but steeled himself. "You have heard wrong." Camille folded her hands against her sweaty body. "Sarah has to leave our house."
• "What are you talking about? I think the pregnancy is getting at you. You need to rest or something." Vincent turned away from her as he felt a slight headache bubbling to the surface. He grabbed the remainder of his drink and downed it all in one go.
• "You need to go upstairs and rest," He kissed her forehead and was going to leave her there when she held him back. "Please, don't."
• Vincent halted. Camille now had tears in her eyes. "Are you crying?" She nodded softly. "I had never fallen genuinely in love with a man before I met you; I don't want anybody to take you away from me. I don't know what you had with that girl, but I'm the one you are getting married to. I'm the one who is pregnant for you, honey. You need to let her leave. I'm aware she likes you, and she's the one tempting you to..."
• "That's enough, Camille. Like I said, none of what you are talking about is real. Let's..." His words were cut short in his mouth as he suddenly felt his system weakened and his heartbeat slowing down.
• "Vincent? Are you okay?" He tried shaking off the dizziness but couldn't. Instead, everything became blurred in his sight, and he collapsed to the floor.