33. Bishop
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
BISHOP
T he way her eyes widen is comical as the words begin to sink in.
To be honest, we probably would have given her the weekend before finally deciding enough was enough and bringing her home, but then Elias called to let us know she was going to be at the Scarlet Lounge tonight, and that was too good an opportunity for us to pass up.
It’s yet to be seen whether we allow her to go back to the estate tonight or whether we take her to the compound after we’ve fucked her so hard and dragged so many orgasms from her that she can’t walk on her own, but just having her back in my arms makes me think it may be the latter.
It hasn’t mattered how busy I’ve made myself this week. Every time I stop, all I can think about is the woman who has held my heart since the moment I lifted her from the wet cement and carried her into our lives. Even then, I knew how perfectly she fit in my arms and that I would do anything to keep her, even if I wasn’t ready to admit that to myself just yet.
“Play?” she whispers, confusion tugging her brows together.
I glance up at Crew, who’s smirking, his mismatched eyes sparkling with mischief. It’s been a while since either of us have been here for anything other than business, but we need this, and we need to introduce Camilla to some of our more acquired tastes.
“Come, Little Menace.” He holds his hand out to her, giving her the order while also giving her the option to say no, something that’s very unlike him, but then she’s captured him the same way she has the rest of us, not even he was immune to her.
Camilla hesitates for a moment, flicking her gaze at Leighton before she sighs and takes his hand, allowing him to help her up and hold her while she shimmies past me.
The dress she’s wearing is fucking beautiful. The soft, silky material clings to her curves, and the plunging neckline gives me the perfect look of her full tits. I can’t fucking wait to clamp her pretty pink nipples once we get her into the private room Elias reserved for us, but first we’ll walk her through the club and show her some of the depraved things we want to do to her.
The anticipation is killing me, but when Crew wraps his arm around her waist possessively and throws a look over his shoulder at me, I shove myself to my feet and step up to her other side.
Oh, this is going to be so much fun.