44. Kaos
We’ve been at this for hours, and he’s no closer to spilling what he knows. If anything, the blood loss is getting us further away from where we need to be.
Normally I’m happy to sit in this room for days trying to break someone with all kinds of fucked-up torture tactics, but with Camilla standing across the room looking like the bloodthirsty goddess she is, I’m struggling to keep my focus on the task at hand.
Crew left not long ago, his mood soured by his inability to break him.
The fact we haven’t been able to get any information from Eric just further proves he’s guilty. An innocent person will tell you anything they can. They’ll admit to the time they stole ten bucks from their best friend’s wallet because they were broke that week twenty years ago. But a guilty person? They’re locked up tighter than Fort Knox.
It’s getting to the point where he’s going to die if we don’t patch him up, but I don’t think it’s worth it. He’s not going to give us anything. If he were going to break, it would have been while Kovu shattered his toes one by one so he was forced to hold himself up on them.
I’ve been keeping an eye on the princess’s reactions to every tactic we’ve tried, and she hasn’t flinched once. Impressive, I have to admit, seeing as even Bishop’s stomach can’t handle some of the shit we do down here.
“Little Lamb, you wanna have some fun?” Kovu asks from the table of tools, and she doesn’t hesitate to move toward him with steady steps.
She’s a fucking enigma, I’ll tell you that much.
She’s perfection. Long brown hair, huge gray eyes, and a body that would have a priest breaking his oath to God. And yet she has this dark streak that comes out to play and that I’m desperate to see more of.
Her small hand hovers over the table as she selects her weapon, and when she picks up a cattle prod, my brows lift at the same time Kovu looks over his shoulder at me, but neither of us speak as she moves in front of Eric.
Without hesitation, she tucks the handle of the prod under her arm and proceeds to undo his pants and shove them down to his ankles, never dropping her eyes to his shriveling dick.
Honestly, I didn’t have seeing a man I used to call my uncle naked on my bingo card for today, but watching whatever Camilla is about to do to him will be worth it.
“Please help me,” Eric murmurs to Camilla, and the smile that graces her beautiful face makes my cock jump with need. Jesus, will this woman ever do what I expect?
“I should probably introduce myself before I get intimately familiar with you. I’m Camilla De Marco, and something that men tend to forget about their own kind is that there’s always one sure way to get them to talk.” She leans forward and murmurs something in his ear that makes his eyes go comically wide before he starts shaking his head.
“No, please no,” he cries and she steps back, her gaze looking over his bloody form with nothing but contempt dancing in the gray.
“I mean, you have an option here.” Camilla shrugs. “Tell us what we want to know, and I won’t be forced to go through with this.” She swings the cattle prod around her fingers, and I hate to admit how fucking turned on I am by every move she makes.
Kovu is staring at her like he’s seeing her for the first time, and the look of feral lust he’s sending her way tells me once this is over, his little lamb will see exactly how wild he can get.
“I can’t,” he chokes out when she brings the end of the prod closer to him. “If I do, they’ll kill me.”
She laughs, the sound sweet despite the setting she finds herself in. “I hate to break this to you, but we’re going to kill you long before they can. Anything you say to us goes with you to the grave. Just saves you some pain to tell us what you know.” She shrugs.
“They’ll kill her! My daughter! They’ll kill her if I say anything.”
I hold my breath because this is the moment we find out just how ruthless she can be. If there’s one way to appeal to a woman, it’s through children. I’ve never heard of Eric having a kid, but we also stopped seeing him as much when we started climbing the ladder.
But Camilla shrugs and shoves the prod into his balls, causing an agonized scream to escape his throat, and out of instinct, I grasp my own junk in solidarity.
The real question is, why is watching her so fucking hot?
I don’t know if I should be concerned or turned on as hell by how well Camilla seems to be able to torture a man, and from the way Kovu keeps looking at her like she hung the fucking moon, I don’t think he’s having the same dilemma.
Wyatt wasn’t able to find anything about a daughter, but after Camilla threatened his dick and he still didn’t spill the beans, we figured we weren’t going to get anything out of him, and Kovu slit his throat.
As soon as he stopped breathing, Kovu had Camilla thrown over his shoulder and was making his way out of the torture chamber.
He turns back to me with a questioning cock of the brow. “You coming? I don’t know about you, but that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever watched, and I need to be balls deep in our girl immediately, if not sooner.”
Camilla giggles, but she watches me with apprehension, like she’s not sure if I’ll say yes or not. Apparently she missed the memo when I covered her in my blood and made her come all over a knife.
I give a quick nod, and a moment later Kovu has taken off down the hallway toward the stairs with Camilla giggling. The sound is so fucking pure and beautiful, I know I don’t deserve to covet it. But I’m past trying to keep myself away from her. I need her so fucking badly I can barely breathe when she’s not in my orbit, and I’m not going to fight it anymore.
By the time I reach Camilla’s bedroom, Kovu has stripped out of his shirt and is wiping his bloody hands.
“I thought you liked to see me covered in blood?” She quirks up a brow at him.
“Not someone else’s,” he growls. “I won’t risk you like that. I know my blood is clean, I know all of ours is. I’m more than happy to bathe you in my blood, but not some random motherfucker that could give you something.”
Her eyes soften at the admission, and I can’t help but chuckle. She really is as fucked up as the rest of us if she thinks what he just said was sweet, but I guess in a weird way it kind of was.
I step into the bathroom and wash my own hands, and when I return to the room, Kovu is kneeling between her thighs as he tugs her yoga pants down.
Kovu and I have shared women more than we’ve fucked alone, but I have a feeling this is going to be different. He’s already hooked on her sweet cunt, and from the taste I had the other day, I fucking get it. I can only imagine how good her tight pussy must feel.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take us both, Little Lamb?” Kovu murmurs as he bites into the flesh of her thigh, dragging a soft moan from her throat.
“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes moving to me standing in the doorway. “I want both of you.”
“Fuck,” I groan as my cock hardens in my jeans. The idea of Camilla being full of both our cocks is almost too much for me to handle.
“Such a good little lamb,” Kovu praises, and she preens under the affection in the words. I just watched this woman electrocute a man’s junk, and now she’s like a mewling kitten in his hands. The two versions of Camilla are so startlingly different, but I don’t think she normally shows people both sides. Which just means we’re lucky sons of bitches.
He makes quick work of stripping her down, and when she’s naked in front of us, I can’t help but drag my eyes over every inch of bare skin.
She’s so fucking perfect, but she’ll be even more so when she’s covered in our cum.