20. Chapter Twenty #3
“Oh my God, Camille!” Her voice pitches into a delighted squeal, vibrating with pure, shameless excitement. “You absolute filthy minx! I’m so proud. Please tell me there was lingerie involved. Or was it full-on birthday suit, on your knees, mascara running?”
I groan softly, burying my heated face deeper into the pillow. “Lena, I hate you."
“No, bitch, you adore me. Now give me the dirty details.”
I swallow hard, heart fluttering, mind flooding with vivid memories: Kane’s gaze, dark and merciless, drinking in my trembling body; the way my knees had hit the cold marble floor, begging spilling desperately from my lips; his harsh breath against my skin, possessive hands pulling me close enough to bruise.
I let my fingers trail across the permanent scar he'd left on my neck, when his teeth had cut through skin, drawing blood, marking, exquisite punishment and claim.
“It was…exactly as humiliating as you’d imagine,” I mumble finally, squeezing my eyes shut as my voice drops to a whisper. “But it was absolutely perfect and it worked beautifully."
Lena hums appreciatively, a low, smug purr through the line. “Of course it worked. Men like Kane Rivera crave submission more than oxygen. And you, my little control freak, were clearly born to kneel.”
“Fuck you.” A reluctant smile tugs at my lips. Only Lena could twist my shame into something fierce, something thrilling.
“Later, baby, I’m still too pissed at you for ghosting me. Besides, my little princess on her knees begging her psycho billionaire for forgiveness is the exact brand of chaos my soul needed. Consider yourself forgiven.”
“Thank God,” I whisper, relief and warmth blossoming behind my ribs. “I miss you, Lena.”
“Of course you do.” Her tone softens, teasing giving way to genuine affection. “So, tell me, how is daddy Kane treating you?"
I hesitate, eyes drifting toward the massive windows overlooking the shimmering turquoise ocean, to Kane’s lingering scent woven through the sheets wrapped around me. “Like I’m made of glass,” I murmur, voice catching slightly, vulnerability bleeding through despite my best efforts.
“Good.” Lena’s voice grows fiercely protective. “He better treat you like the priceless fucking diamond you are, or I’ll carve his ass up myself.”
“You’d try.”
“No, honey, I’d succeed.” She pauses, her tone sharpening with mischievous intent. “Now, stop hiding in billionaire daddy’s sheets. You owe me every filthy detail, starting right now.”
"He took me to Miami with him," I say quietly, sinking deeper into the bed, curling tighter into Kane’s lingering warmth. "He’s got this massive compound overlooking the ocean. Guards everywhere, security tighter than Fort Knox.”
“Hot.” Lena hums, low and appreciative. “Sounds like cartel Disneyland.”
I snort softly. “Pretty much. There’s something…different about him here. More intense. More protective. It’s like he’s always braced for someone to try to rip me away.”
"Probably because he's a ruthless crime lord and has enemies lined up around the block," Lena says dryly. "Honestly, it's adorable. Psychotic, but adorable."
I bite back a laugh. “Adorable isn’t exactly the word I’d use for Kane Rivera.”
“Sexy-terrifying?” she offers helpfully.
“Closer.”
Her voice drops conspiratorially. "Still royalty level oral?"
Heat flares again, washing over my skin in a sharp, delicious wave.
My thighs clench reflexively at the vivid memories, Kane’s hands pinning me down, his mouth devouring every inch of my body, voice rasping filthy promises until I shattered around him.
Every touch, every thrust, every breath of his was designed to unravel me completely. "god-tier."
Lena’s laugh is pure delight, scandalized and triumphant. “God-tier oral and a cartel castle overlooking the ocean? Damn, Cami, sign me up for therapy now, because clearly, my daddy issues aren't working nearly as well as yours.”
“Shut up,” I murmur, smiling despite myself. “It’s not just sex. There’s something…deeper. More intense than before. Like he’s letting me into parts of himself he’s kept hidden from everyone else.”
Silence lingers briefly, heavy with Lena’s unspoken understanding.
“That’s because he’s finally got you exactly where he wants you, babe,” she says softly.
“You’re under his skin, in his head, buried somewhere deep inside that twisted, possessive heart.
You were always his endgame—he just needed you to admit it first.”
I squeeze my eyes shut against the sudden ache, breath hitching. “Lena—”
“No, no, we’re not doing denial, babe,” she says firmly, cutting me off. “Own your shit. You’re in love with Kane Rivera.”
The truth settles over me, heavy and irrevocable,“God, Lena, I’m so in love with him it hurts.”
“There you go.” Lena’s voice is quietly proud, warm with affection. “Welcome to your villain era, my beautiful, messy queen.”
“Lena…” The words stall on my tongue as the bathroom door swings open, Kane emerging in a cloud of steam, every inch of him bare and glistening.
My breath catches, eyes tracing the chiseled lines of his body—the dark tattoos winding around taut muscles, droplets of water slipping down hard, defined abs.
His gaze locks onto mine instantly, searing, predatory. A slow smirk tilts his lips, as if he knows exactly how violently my heart is hammering beneath my ribs.
“Camille?” Lena’s voice filters distantly through the phone, vaguely amused. “Babe, did you just glitch?”
I blink rapidly, heat flooding my cheeks, pulse racing like wildfire. “I…”
“Hang up,” Kane murmurs, his voice rough velvet, dark and commanding, eyes never wavering from mine. He moves toward me, sleek and purposeful, every step exuding raw power and dominance. “I’m hungry.”
A shiver bolts down my spine, thighs clenching instinctively. “Lena, I have to…”
“Oh my god, is he naked?” Lena’s laughter rings out, scandalized and delighted. “Damn it, Camille, stop hoarding and share…”
I barely register her teasing because Kane is already on me, grabbing my ankle in a powerful grip, tugging me roughly to the edge of the bed. A startled gasp tumbles from my lips, phone slipping from my grasp as he cages me beneath him.
“Hang up now,” he repeats, voice thick with possessive hunger, eyes burning darkly into mine. He dips his head, lips brushing my neck, breath hot against my skin. “Or Lena’s going to hear exactly how desperate you sound when you beg.”
Heat ignites every nerve ending in my body, a sharp, aching need pooling low in my belly. Scrambling, I blindly grab for the phone, breathless as I manage a final, shaky whisper. “I’ll call you later, Lena.”
“You fucking better,” Lena laughs wickedly, voice fading as I hang up, dropping the phone to the floor.
Kane’s mouth twists into a ruthless, satisfied smirk, eyes hooded and dark with violent promise as he crawls slowly over me, lips grazing my jawline, teeth scraping roughly against my throat.
He fists a hand in my hair, pulling just hard enough to tilt my head back, baring my neck to him, leaving me helpless beneath his gaze.
“Now, hermosa,” he growls, voice thick with filthy intent as he slides deliberately between my thighs, his broad shoulders forcing them apart until I’m fully exposed, shamelessly open for him.
He drags a possessive finger down my soaked slit, lingering to tease my swollen clit.
“You’re going to count every single lick until I reach that sweet, creamy center I fucking own. ”
A desperate moan slips past my lips, my hips bucking instinctively toward his mouth. “God, Kane...please…”
He chuckles darkly, breath hot and teasing against my throbbing core, his eyes blazing into mine as he flicks his tongue once, just barely, against my clit, sending fire racing through my veins.
“Start counting, princesa.”
“One…” I gasp, voice breaking on a ragged whisper as his tongue swirls slowly, deliberately, torturously soft against my aching clit, sending heat radiating through every trembling inch of my body. My hips roll desperately toward his mouth, seeking more, craving his touch.
“Two…” I whimper breathlessly when he licks again, firmer this time, possessively dragging his tongue in a slow, filthy line along my slit, collecting the slick arousal he’s already drawn from me. My fingers twist into the sheets, thighs quivering, breath hitching painfully in my throat.
Kane growls against my sensitive flesh, eyes darkening with ruthless hunger as he grips my hips tighter, holding me helplessly still. “Louder, Camille,” he rasps, voice thick and commanding. “I want everyone in this goddamn compound to hear exactly who makes you this fucking wet.”
“Three…” I cry sharply, pleasure ripping through me like lightning when he closes his lips around my swollen clit, sucking harshly, mercilessly, pulling me closer to the brink. “Oh god, Kane…please, please don’t stop…”
His mouth curves into a dark, wicked smile against me, tongue flicking expertly, driving me closer and closer to the edge of sanity.
“Never, princesa,” he murmurs, voice vibrating with possessive satisfaction.
“I’ll eat this pussy until you’re screaming my fucking name.
Now keep counting, or we’ll start all over again… "
***
I stare at the screen for a long moment after the call with Lena ends, flushed, out of breath, my body still humming from Kane’s mouth, his hands, the way he whispered mi cielo like I was the only thing that ever softened him.
But this call is different.
This one matters in another way.
I scroll through the contacts Kane had Javi transfer into the new phone. Her name sits there, unchanged. Clara Sinclair.
My sister.
The good one.
The one who always followed the rules and never raised her voice. The one who always looked at me like I was equal parts idol and cautionary tale.
I hesitate, then press call.
It rings once.
Twice.
“Hello?”
Her voice hits me like a wave. It’s quiet. Polite. A little uncertain.
“Clara.”