51. Camilla
One second, his lips are burning into mine, and the next, I’m throwing the door open and sprinting for the entrance of the alley Crew pointed to.
The sound of gunfire follows me, but I make sure not to run in a straight line to try to avoid them getting a lock on me. My lungs are already struggling to keep up with my rapid breathing, and I know I’m at risk of a panic attack if I’m not careful.
Just a little bit further,I tell myself.
The pain in my arm is getting worse by the second, and I try to avoid looking at the warm blood dripping from the wound. I’ve never been shot before, and if I can avoid it, I’d really like this to be the only time because it hurts like a bitch.
By the time I make it to the start of the alley, I’m really regretting my shoe choice and making a mental note to only wear shoes I can run in from now on.
I slip the gun from my waistband and lean against the brick wall to keep myself steady as my arm shakes violently. I meet Crew’s mismatched eyes from across the road, and he gives me a quick nod before he starts sprinting toward me.
Men I don’t recognize turn their fire toward him, but I quickly pop off a couple of shots, and they dive back behind the SUV while two other men appear from behind the other car. Their shots come far too close to us for comfort, and I quickly pull the trigger, sending a bullet into the center of one of their chests.
I’m fucking glad my dad forced me to spend my weekends at the shooting range and not out shopping with my friends. This is a much better skill to have than how to drop six figures in a single afternoon.
Crew takes my hand on the way past, and we run up the alley. The only sound is our heavy breathing and our shoes hitting the concrete beneath our feet.
“You okay?” he asks as we round a corner, and he tugs me behind a dumpster.
I nod. “We need to keep going.”
“Hold on.” He tugs my jacket from my shoulders, sending excruciating pain down my arm, and he frowns when he sees the bullet wound. “You should have told me this was so bad.”
“It’s fine.” I yank my arm out of his hold. “We need to keep moving.”
He gives my arm another glance before he takes my hand again, and we continue running, leaving my ruined jacket behind.
If I didn’t already know I needed to get my ass back into the gym, I sure as hell know it now.
By the time we stop at a door that looks almost as unsuspecting as the compound does from the outside, I’m panting so loudly I’d be surprised if they couldn’t find us from that sound alone, and my body is aching.
Crew pulls me inside the second the door is unlocked, and we slam it shut behind us, both leaning against the black door as we catch our breath.
My head drops back as I drag in as much air as I can manage, but the adrenaline is keeping my heart rate up, making it impossible to catch my breath.
I turn to face Crew and find him staring back at me with a hunger I’ve never seen in him before, and a second later he’s on me. His lips slam down on mine as his huge body traps me against the door.
For the first time since I met him, there’s nothing controlled about him. He’s wild as his teeth nip at my bottom lip, his tongue swipes against mine, and his body crushes me, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
This is the monster he hides behind the mask. The one that should terrify me but instead intrigues me.
Crew grips one of my legs and tugs it up around his hip, allowing him to step closer, and when his granite cock grinds against my jeans-clad pussy, I almost fall apart.
“Fuck, Little Menace,” he groans.
“Crew,” I gasp when he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip so hard the taste of copper fills my mouth.
He pulls away from me, and for a single agonizing second, I think he’s going to stop. But then his hands fall to his belt, and he makes quick work of shoving his pants down, showing me he wasn’t wearing any boxers and causing a moan to escape my throat.
He looks up at me with dark amusement before he reaches for my jeans and pushes them down my legs until they’re stuck on the boots. I move to pull them off, but he stops me, quickly turning me until my face is pressed against the door and my jeans are bunched around my knees.
I don’t even get a chance to open my mouth before his hard length is thrust into my aching pussy, and the scream that escapes my throat is anything but human. The stretch is almost too much without any warm-up, but I welcome it. I welcome the pain, and I welcome how fucking complete I feel when he’s inside me.
“Fuck!” Crew roars, his teeth dragging down my neck and leaving me aching for more. “This fucking pussy. I want to live and fucking die inside you.”
His words send a shiver of desperate need over me, and I can already feel my orgasm approaching. How is it that the few times I masturbated before finding myself in the compound, it took what felt like forever to get myself off, but when these men touch me, I’m ready to combust within seconds?
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he grunts out as he starts a punishing rhythm that leaves me desperately searching for something to hold onto.
I’m lost in the pleasure and the pain. The stifling need to give him everything I have, to draw out his pleasure the same way he is mine.
I clench around him, and I’m rewarded when his teeth clamp down on my neck, dragging a scream from my throat.
“You really do like the pain, don’t you, Camilla?” He chuckles, his warm breath whispering across my cheek. “You’re so fucking perfect for us. The way you take everything we give you.”
I moan and push back against him, desperate for more, even though my body is already completely overwhelmed by him.
“Crew,” I sob.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I’ll never get enough of my name on those pretty lips.”
He wraps one arm around my waist, tugging my hips back a little further, and he hits me at a new angle that almost has me falling apart in his arms. His other hand wraps around me and grasps my throat, putting just the right amount of pressure on me to have stars dancing in my vision.
“Rub your pussy, Little Menace. I want to feel you milk my cock.”
I groan at his demand but immediately drop my hand between my thighs and slowly move my fingers over my sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Good girl,” he praises, tightening his grip around my throat as he ruts into me with quick snaps of his hips. “Such a good fucking girl.”
Those are the words that throw me over the edge, and for long moments, it’s like I’m floating, my body languid and overwhelmed with pleasure as I tremble through my release. I’m so consumed by my own orgasm that I almost miss Crew’s roar of pleasure and the hot ropes of cum that fill my now-aching pussy, but I’m too spent to move.
Instead, I rest my forehead against the door and drag in ragged breaths. For the second time in the last half hour, I can’t breathe, but I think I like this reason a whole lot more than running for my life from someone who was sent to kill me.
It’s not lost on me that we just fucked against the door, loudly, while we were being chased down by men with guns, but surely they would have burst in here by now if they knew where we’d slipped off to.
Crew’s forehead rests on my shoulder, and I focus on his steady breathing as he catches his own breath. I don’t know what it is about these men that seems to soothe me in a way nothing else has. I spent my whole life thinking about what my next step was. What did I have to learn next? Who do I need to get on my side in case we end up at war with one of the other families? Where is our alternative supply chain if ours goes to shit? It’s all been swirling around in my mind for years, but when I’m with them, it all just melts away, and all that remains is us.
Crew finally pulls out, and my cheeks heat as his release drips down my thigh, but a second later, he’s there, wiping it away with tissues I never felt him reach for.
When he steps back, I can’t move, too boneless from how he fucked me and exhausted as my adrenaline drops, but when his fingers lightly graze my arm, I hiss out a breath.
Without a word, he scoops me up, jeans still around my knees, and I bury my face in his neck, allowing myself to breathe him in and find my calm. I need to be able to think clearly, especially when one of my top guys has led me into a trap set by one of any number of people who seem to want me dead.
I don’t open my eyes until he sits me on the edge of a huge bed covered in black bedding, and I look around curiously at the room. It’s sparsely decorated, but the clean, modern lines of the furniture are similar to some of the pieces at the compound.
Crew steps away from me for long enough to open a drawer and pull out a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that look miles too big for me. Without a word, he drops to his knees in front of me, and I’m speechless at the sight of the most powerful man I’ve ever met kneeling at my feet. He tugs the boots from my feet before giving each foot a quick massage that has a moan falling from my lips.
Crew looks up at me with a knowing smirk but continues to undress me item by item until I’m bare and a little self-conscious. I’ve never been overly ashamed of my body, but when a man like Crew Black is staring at your naked body, it’s hard not to feel a little intimidated.
His eyes track up to where my arm is still bleeding, and his brows tug together. “How bad is the pain?” he asks.
I shrug. “It’s not that bad. I think the sex helped.”
He chuckles, and when his smile lingers for a few extra seconds, I fall even harder for the elusive man. I’m in so deep at this point I’m not sure I could walk away even if I had to, but I might not have a choice. The longer I stay with them and allow things to escalate between us, the more danger we’re all in.
But if I end things, will I still be able to work with them? Could I handle sitting across the table from them in meetings and leaning on them for support if my leadership were threatened?
I don’t think so.