47. Kaos
There’s a moment when I slide into her hot cunt when I swear I could die right here and now and die the happiest motherfucker to ever walk the earth. Her sweet pussy is so fucking warm and tight I have to push through some resistance, but as soon as I’m balls deep inside her, I know this is where I want to spend the rest of my goddamn life. I’m not sure how I’ll go about torturing people while she’s on my cock, but we can work something out.
Anything if it means staying buried inside of her.
Kovu gives me a knowing look over her back, his thumb still pressed between her lips as she clenches around me. If you’d told me the first day she arrived that we’d have Camilla between us like this, I’d have laughed in your face. But for once, I’m happy to admit I was wrong.
“Goddamn, Princess. This cunt is every-fucking-thing.” Her pussy flutters around my cock at my words, and I can’t swallow the chuckle that climbs my throat.
Everything I know about Camilla De Marco has always been that she’s prim and proper. A classic mafia princess who always dressed impeccably and always said please and thank you. She may have been training to be queen behind closed doors, but in the public eye, she was just like every other princess. But right now, I see it was all a farce. A lie to the public. And maybe I should have seen it when she let me fuck her in the kitchen, covered in blood, with the knife she stabbed me with.
But this is the moment everything changes for me.
Because while I’ve had doubts about Camilla since the first time she fluttered those pretty long lashes at me, little by little, she’s squashed each one, and now that I’ve been inside her and now that I’m going to fill her with my cum, I know I’m never going to be able to let her go.
I just hope Camilla can handle being the object of each of our obsessions.
“You should see how pretty you are wrapped around my cock, Princess,” I rumble, my release already too close for my own liking. I’ve fucked for hours at a time before, but never have I buried myself in such a perfect pussy, so perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised.
“How do the piercings feel, Camilla?” Kovu pulls his thumb free and smears her saliva across her bottom lip, tearing a groan from all three of us.
“Good,” she moans. “So fucking good.”
I chuckle and speed up my thrusts, taking her hard and deep. I wish I could be gentle with her. I wish I could make our first time together special like one of those stupid books she reads on the kindle Bishop bought her, but fuck, all I want to do is destroy her so she knows no one else will fuck her as good as I can.
I grasp her hips in my hands and revel in how fucking small she looks in my grip before slamming into her so hard she screams. I’m not sure if it’s in pleasure or pain, but I do it again and again, addicted to the sound she makes when I slam against her cervix.
“Such a perfect whore for us, Princess,” I grit out, and she clenches so hard around me I wonder if the words alone have dragged her over the edge, but she’s holding on, waiting for permission.
“Are you going to come for us, Little Lamb? I bet you’re going to milk him so hard he’ll fill your pretty pussy ready for me to fuck him back into you.”
Those are the words that do it. A guttural cry falls from between her lips a moment before her cunt bares down on me so tight I’m powerless to stop myself from falling over right after her. Stars dance in my vision as I pound into her, chasing a release that’s so much stronger than any I’ve ever felt before, and when I slam into her one last time and empty my balls into her, all I see is her.
Her smile.
Her laugh.
Her dark side that matches mine in a way no one else’s ever has.
And I realize, despite myself, that I’m falling head over fucking heels for the woman I swore I hated.