23. Kovu
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
KOVU
T here’s a moment I think she’s going to argue, and fuck, I hope she does.
Before Camilla, I had no interest in strong women. I wanted someone who would bend to my will. Who would do as they were told when they were told and would never question or argue with me.
But my little lamb changed that for me.
Her fire is part of what piqued my interest in my obsession.
I love when she fights me. I love when she argues. And I fucking love when she submits despite it all.
Slowly, she sinks to her knees, and I bite my bottom lip to stop the groan from escaping. If she knew just how easily she could destroy me.
“Look how pretty you are kneeling in the dirt, ready to take my cock in that bratty mouth of yours.” I step forward and brush my fingers through her hair, reveling in how soft it is against my calloused hand.
From the outside, we’re complete opposites. She’s light, and I’m darkness. She’s the sun, and I’m the moon. She’s destined for the heavens, while hell has been beckoning me for years. But on the inside? On the inside, we’re the same.
Camilla leans into my hand, her gray eyes staring up at me while she waits for her next order.
“I’m gonna fuck your pretty face, Little Lamb. I want your hands to remain on your knees while I take what I need from you. Got it?”
She nods as her gaze drops to my cock bobbing between us.
“Open your mouth.” I bark the order, and she quickly complies.
I don’t waste a single second, driving my hips forward until my cock hits the back of her throat. I thread both hands into her hair as I retreat, before slamming back into her mouth without pausing.
“Fuck, Camilla. Your mouth feels so fucking good,” I growl. “If I wasn’t so desperate for your cunt right now, I’d come all over your pretty face and force you to walk back to the house covered in my cum.”
She groans around me, and I smirk. She’s every bit the little deviant that the rest of us are.
“Oh, you like the sound of that, Little Lamb?” I thrust forward harder, relishing in the way she gags around the head of my cock. “I bet you do. Because you’re our dirty little whore, aren’t you, baby? You’re desperate for us to use your body in any way we like as long as you get our cum.”
Her eyes flick closed as she shuffles in the dirt, desperate to get any kind of relief. But I’m not ready for that yet, and she has to be patient.
“Eyes on me,” I snap, and she follows the command without hesitation. Her eyes are so fucking expressive when she’s like this. She can’t keep the mask she shows the world in place while my cock is in her mouth, and there’s a strange kind of satisfaction in that thought.
I surge forward, holding my cock at the back of her throat and enjoying the way she gags around me. “Open up for me, Little Lamb.”
She swallows around me as tears leak from the corners of her eyes. Fuck, she’s pretty when she has a mouth full of me.
“That’s it, baby. Swallow around me,” I groan, tightening my grip on her hair until I’m positive it hurts.
My balls draw up, and I’m a moment from blowing my load down the back of her throat, but I pull back just in time. Saliva drips from my cock against her cheeks, and the sight alone makes me give myself a few desperate pumps.
Fuck I need to be inside her.
Camilla stares up at me, her lips slightly parted as she waits for whatever direction I’m about to give her.
Fuck, how do I want to fuck her?
Face down in the dirt?
Pinned to the tree?
So many good options.
“On your hands and knees.” I bark the order, and this time there’s no hesitation.
Good. My little lamb is desperate for my cock. Just how I like her.
She positions herself as instructed and peers over her shoulder at me as I stroke my cock in long, messy passes. Precum drips from the head, and I ache to feed it to her, but if I get anywhere near her pretty mouth again, I won’t make it inside her.
I drop to my knees behind her, lowering my sweatpants to my knees and doing the same with her tiny sleep shorts and panties. I’m tempted to tear them both from her body, but if any of the guards saw her on her way back to the house, I’d have to kill them, and I’m already in trouble for killing people in this house, I don’t want to push it.
“Kovu,” she whines. “Please.”
“Such a good little whore for me, Camilla.” I drag my head through her folds and groan at how wet she is. Camilla is by far my favorite thing I’ve ever chased.
I notch the head at her entrance, and without giving myself a second to breathe, I surge forward into her wet heat, tearing a scream from her throat and a groan from mine.
She’s so fucking warm and soft, and if I could live the rest of my fucking life with my cock lodged inside her, I sure as hell would. But sadly, that’s not an option.
I grit my teeth as I pull back and slam forward again, almost shoving her forward into the dirt before I repeat the motion. Over and over again, I slam my hips into hers, dragging us both closer to the edge with each thrust, but I’m not quite ready for this to be over.
I reach down into the pocket of my sweatpants and fish around for what I’m looking for. When my fingers wrap around the cool steel, I pull the pocketknife out and make quick work of unfolding it.
“Kovu, I need to come,” Camilla cries out.
“I know you do, Little Lamb. But I need to give you your punishment first.” My eyes lock on her delectable ass as I twirl the knife around in my fingers.
She throws a glare over her shoulder but doesn’t seem to notice what I have in my hand before she drops forward and presses her hips back into mine, meeting each one of my thrusts.
“Stop trying to top from the bottom, Camilla,” I force through gritted teeth. There are few things I will let her get away with, but this isn’t one of them. I need control.
I press my hand into the center of her spine and push her forward until she drops onto her elbows. I bury myself deep inside her before pausing and using my hips to hold her in place. “Now, I suggest you hold real still, Little Lamb.”
“What are you—” She doesn’t get a chance to finish the question before I press the tip of the knife into the top of her right ass cheek, and she screams.
She tries to wriggle away, but she’s pinned in place. “Kovu,” she cries out, her pussy pulsing around me. She can pretend she doesn’t like this all she likes, but her pretty pussy is telling a very different story.
I slap my palm down on her other cheek. “Stay. Still,” I force out. Being buried inside her without moving is some kind of torture for both of us, but once I’m done here, we’ll both get what we need.
Her whimpers and whines fill the otherwise quiet night as her blood drips across her perfect skin, dripping down between her thighs and around where my cock is lodged inside her.
For the first time since I began this hunt, I wish there was more light so I could see how good my cock looks covered in her blood.
Watching the knife glide through her skin has me pulsing inside her as her pussy flutters around me. Apparently we’re both enjoying this a little too much, but that just proves what I already knew.
My little lamb is perfect for me.
“Almost done, Camilla,” I tell her as I carefully slice the final letter into her skin, and the answering whimper pulls a smug smile onto my face.
Once I’m done, I lean back slightly to admire my handiwork before I close the pocketknife and drop it back in the general direction of my pocket.
I grip her hips in a punishing hold before slamming mine forward.
Camilla screams out, but her pussy pulses around me, desperate for the release I’ve been holding at bay for all this time.
“You’ve been such a good girl, Camilla,” I praise.
“Please, Kovu, fuck. Please.” Her cries are barely intelligible, but I know exactly what she needs.
I slip my bloodsoaked hand beneath her and strum her clit in time with my thrusts, and it’s only seconds before she screams so loud I have little doubt security would have heard her. They better just hope they don’t come running and see my woman like this because I’ll tear their fucking eyes from their sockets and force them down their throat.
Her orgasm tears through her, and she drags me over the edge with her. Stars dance in my vision as I empty myself inside her, filling her to the brim with my cum. My orgasm seems to go on forever, but I fuck her through both our releases until we’re spent and covered in sweat, our joint releases, blood, and dirt.
I’m not sure how long we remain locked together, the only sound around us is our heavy breathing, but when I finally regain use of my body, I carefully pull out of her hot pussy and watch as my cum slips from her.
“So fucking pretty, Little Lamb,” I murmur.
A ragged sob tears my attention from her cunt, and before I can reach for her to comfort her, Camilla scrambles forward, tripping over her shorts around her knees.
“Cami.” I shove myself to my feet to reach for her, but she dodges me. She reaches for a tree and pulls herself up before righting her clothes.
“Get off my property, Kovu,” she forces through gritted teeth.
“Little Lam?—”
“No!” she snaps. “Don’t little lamb me. Just fuck off. Leave me alone. I don’t want you here.”
Before I can respond, she takes off across the yard, her legs carrying her further and further away until my chest aches at the distance between us.
There was a long time when I was sure I would never feel anything again.
But with Camilla, I feel too much.
I feel everything.