46. Crew
Camilla De Marco is sin personified.
Her body was crafted to bring men like me to our knees, and I’m fucking powerless to fight it.
I thought I knew what obsession felt like. I thought I’d witnessed it time and time again with Kovu, but nothing could have prepared me for the little menace kneeling in front of me with her perfect breasts on display.
“Spread your legs,” I command, and she quickly shuffles her knees apart without hesitation. Given how much she kicks and screams like a pissed-off kitten normally, I expected her to put up more of a fight when I ordered her to do things, and yet she complies with ease. Very interesting.
There’s an obvious wet patch in her panties, and I groan at the sight. I can smell her arousal from here, and I know if I allow myself a single taste of her perfect virgin pussy, I’m going to be lost to it. Hell, who am I kidding? I’m already fucking lost. I spend my nights staring at her on the security cameras, jealousy raging through my body as I watch Bishop and Kovu fawn over her the way I wish I could.
I reach between her thighs and drag my finger over the wet cotton, pulling a groan from both our throats. “So wet for me, Camilla.”
She nods, her gaze holding mine, despite how pink her cheeks are.
“Tell me what you need.”
“I don’t know,” she whispers.
“Did you like what Bishop and Kovu did to you yesterday, Little Menace?”
Her eyes widen with surprise, and it drags a chuckle from my throat. I caught the tail end of the show on the cameras, and it took everything I had not to storm down here and steal her for myself.
“I don’t like to repeat myself, Camilla,” I prompt.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “I loved it.”
“Mm, and knowing the two of them, they wouldn’t have been gentle with you.”
Camilla shakes her head, the pink blush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck.
“What did you like most?”
Her breath catches in her throat as she considers what I’ve asked her. I’m by no means a good man, but this feels like a dick move even for me. But I’m desperate to hear what she likes, desperate to understand how I can make her explode like she did for them.
The brave woman who dropped to her knees without question has been replaced with the meek kitten I expected her to be when we first figured out who our houseguest really was. Camilla truly is full of surprises.
She takes a steadying breath and holds my gaze. “I liked when Bishop choked me,” she tells me, her voice even.
I groan and reach toward her, pinching one of her rosy pink nipples between my fingers. “Anything else?”
A small moan slips from her lips, and I shuffle forward slightly, giving me better access to her body. “The pain. I liked the pain.”
My lips quirk up into a smile as I try to shove down the possessive part of my mind telling me she really is perfect for us. It’s impossible to know that. Not when we’ve gone so easy on her so far. When Kovu gets his knife out and Kaos has her tied face down as he punishes her with a cane, perhaps we’ll have a better idea of just how well she’ll fit with us.
“Mm, that’s good, Little Menace,” I tell her as I lean forward and take her lips in a gentle caress. It goes against my nature to be anything but rough, and yet I find myself craving her soft and slow just the same way I do hard and fast. “Did Bishop whisper in your ear about what a good girl you were being?”
A shiver racks through her body, and her eyes flare with need. “Yes. I liked it a lot.”
I chuckle and dip a hand down to where her desperate pussy is waiting and moan the second my fingers make contact with her soaked panties. Fuck. “Were you a good little whore for them?”
Another tremor moves through her, and I can’t help but take her lips again, not needing an answer because her body gave me everything I needed from it.
I dip my fingers beneath the waistband of her simple white panties, and when I meet her bare pussy, a groan is torn from my throat. “This is awfully well maintained for a virgin.”
“I had it lasered last year,” she tells me. “Figured it was better to be prepared.”
Just when I think she can’t surprise me anymore.
I move my fingers lower and groan when I reach her soaking wet heat. She’s so fucking soft it should be illegal, and it takes every bit of control I have not to pin her to the floor and take her virginity right here and now. I’ve never seen the appeal of fucking a woman unprotected, but right now the thought of taking Camilla, of filling her full of my seed, of seeing her swell with my baby…fuck. It’s intoxicating. Things I’ve never thought of before bombard me, and I can barely see through the desperation to make a rational choice.
Bishop wasn’t exactly planned and was the result of a broken condom when I and his mother were fourteen. Way too young to be parents, and we had no money or family to help us. I’m surprised the need to knock up another woman can get past the memories of nursing a baby in the shitty one-bedroom apartment we shared and missing meals because we could only afford diapers or food, as the care of Bishop always took priority.
Until his mother got hooked on drugs, at least.
I don’t allow myself to get caught up in the memory as I reach for Camilla, dragging her into my lap where she’s unable to escape me.
Without pausing, I tear her panties from her body, enjoying the sound of fabric tearing and her surprised gaze as she stares up at me.
“I don’t have that many pairs,” Camilla reprimands me.
“I’ll buy you more.”
“Until I get on birth control, and then they’re banned, right?” she challenges.
I chuckle and steal her lips, desperate to have every part of her pressed against me. “Exactly right, Little Menace,” I murmur against her lips as I nip at the sensitive pillows.
I slide my hand between her thighs, and I’m met with her impossible softness. Holy shit, this woman is going to be the end of me. “Is your pretty little cunt desperate for me, Camilla?”
“Yes,” she gasps as I circle her clit with a single finger.
“Good girl.”
I don’t know how I’m meant to tear myself away from her when she’s falling apart on my hand like she was made for me.
Without allowing myself to fall into my own head, I move my fingers lower until they’re poised at her entrance. Whichever one of us takes her virginity will have to go against our very nature and be gentle with her, but I have no idea which one of us will be able to push our natural instincts to the side once we’re deep inside this pretty pussy.
“We’re going to break you, Little Menace,” I muse as I press two fingers into her tight heat.
A smile tips up the corners of her lips as she stares me dead in the eye. “Good.”
Each swipe in and out of her cunt is a struggle as her muscles flutter around my fingers, but the way her bottom lip disappears between her teeth and her eyes grow heavy-lidded has me enraptured with her.
She’s so fucking beautiful, I can barely believe she’s ours.
Ours.
Perhaps I kept myself away from her all this time to distract me from the inevitable realization that the feisty woman we’ve been harboring for the last month is the perfect fit for four degenerates with a penance for rough and depraved sex.
Maybe it’s time I stop fighting the pull I feel toward this woman and instead start working on how to keep her here with us.
I circle her clit with my thumb as I pump my fingers in and out of her, but I can’t tear my eyes from hers, the gray holding me captive as I drag her closer and closer to the edge.
“Crew,” Camilla moans, and the sound of my name on her lips is so fucking intoxicating I almost forget to breathe.
“That’s it, Little Menace. You’re going to come all over my fingers, aren’t you, baby?”
She nods, her brown curls falling around her shoulders, and I long to hold on to them as I take her throat roughly. Or perhaps when I’m fucking her from behind, her arms bound behind her back, and I drag her up against me with nothing but a fistful of her hair.
The thought pulls a strangled groan from my own throat as I reach for my aching cock with my free hand. I thought I could wait for my relief until she came, but I can’t. I want to fall apart right alongside her.
Camilla’s eyes fall to my hand, stroking up and down my cock in rough pumps, her sinfully pink tongue moving over her bottom lip, and I can’t help but track the movement, desperate to feel her pretty lips around me again.
But not today.
I’m too far gone.
My orgasm rushes toward me, the tingling at the base of my spine all the evidence I need as I double my efforts. I brush my fingers along the place inside her that’s bound to set her off, and she lets out a startled moan.
“That’s it, Camilla. I want you to come around my fingers like a good whore.” I grit out the words, barely able to speak through the lust beating down on me.
Her scream of ecstasy is a symphony in my ears, and the way her cunt pulses around my fingers drags me right over the edge with her.
Hot ropes of cum cover her bare stomach, her pussy, and my hand, and each streak of white on her silky skin pulls the demon to the surface. The one I hide from the world, the one who got us to this point. The one that will chew Camilla up and spit her out.
I lean forward and capture her lips with mine, desperate to taste her, and she’s all too willing to give me everything.
“Mine,” I growl against her lips, and I know there’s no going back now.
We have to find a way to make this work because one taste of my little menace and I’m lost.