Chapter 14
EMERY
Cameron lets out a deep groan that borders on growling.
His fingers dig into my hips, and he pulls me closer as our kisses become more fervent.
His lips are everything I thought they’d be, giving me nothing short of euphoria as he consumes me like he’s never tasted something like me before.
A soft moan flutters off my lips, and he devours it greedily as he works his palms over my thighs.
The way he’s holding me is too soft. Too sincere after his harsh words last night. I feel like I need to tear out of my skin to shake the ache he’s instilling in my chest. But I want this.
I want to take everything from him the way I know he’s going to take it all away from me.
I rock my hips over his swollen cock. It’s much bigger than I remember in the showers, especially since it’s being suppressed by his pants. Although, I guess he was a bit incapacitated that night.
He groans and deepens our kiss, chasing my tongue with his. I thread my fingers through his hair and drag my hands down the back of his neck and over his corded throat, putting a bit of pressure on his windpipe. A rumble rolls through his chest.
“I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle. If we keep kissing like this, I don’t know if I can stop. Em, are you listening?” he whispers against my lips, smiling of all things.
I nod with my forehead pressed to his. I need something rough right now. Something wicked to push out the tender touch he’s leaving me with. “Fuck me, Cameron. Like I’m nothing. Like you won’t remember who I am in a year.”
He flinches at my callous words, hesitating for a moment before his fingers trail up to the hollows of my collarbone. I startle when he adds pressure there. “You think I’m a monster, don’t you? That I’m incapable of remembering a woman I fuck.” The rasp in his voice causes heat to pool in my core.
He sounds angry. That, I can handle.
“I don’t want gentle. Not from you.” The words sound cruel leaving my lips, but he kisses them away carelessly. He shifts on the sofa and lets my body fall against the cushions, unstrapping his vest and pulling his shirt off over his head.
“Something tells me you’ve never known anything but wicked men.
I am no exception,” he says as he unstraps my vest too.
He’s most beautiful in dim light. The warmth of the lamp on the side table bathes him in a wealth of rich hues.
Cameron lifts my shirt slowly until he exposes my breasts.
He stares down at them like he’s starving. “Fuck, your body is so goddamn sexy.”
He’s supporting himself over my body with his hands pressed into the couch around me. He’s twice my size. All hard muscle, tattoos, and captivating scars that line his torso.
I lift my hand and touch a particularly long scar that extends the length of his sternum.
It looks like someone tried to cut his heart out.
Literally. “Where did you get this one?” I ask, tracing the jagged, tender skin.
A large tattoo is placed over it, almost to magnify the fact that it’s there.
He lowers his mouth to my breast and pulls my bra out of the way.
“It’s rather bleak,” he states.
“I like bleak,” I insist.
A breath rolls past his lips and warms my skin.
“I know you do… Well, ten years ago my mother tried to kill me,” he murmurs over my nipple.
Chills crawl up my arms both at his confession and because he strokes my breast languidly with his tongue.
“She took the largest knife out of our kitchen set and chased me down in our house. I screamed and begged for her to stop as she shoved the blade through my jugular notch.”
He rests his cheek on my chest as he smooths his calloused finger at the base of my throat where there’s a dip between the clavicles.
I inhale a shallow breath as he tenderly glides his finger down my sternum.
“She didn’t have the strength to push that knife past my bones, but that wretched woman flayed my flesh down to my xiphoid process. ” His finger ends at my midsection.
Cameron glances up at me, his eyes much darker than they normally are—storms upon storms waging wars behind them.
“I thought I was going to die that night.” An angry laugh escapes him. “But I decided it wasn’t my time. Seventeen is too young to die.”
He adorns the side of my neck with hot kisses, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh beneath my jaw as he presses his palm against my crotch. I writhe beneath him at the pressure and let out a breathy moan. I’ve never felt so sad for someone while being so turned on by them.
Cameron’s canines are sharp, and the light pain sends a thrill through me.
“What did you do?” I manage to get the words out as he sucks on my neck. A knot lodges in my throat for him as I picture a young Cameron trying to get away from his knife-wielding mother.
He releases my flesh and skillfully unbuttons my pants. Cameron’s eyes remain on mine as he leans up to pull his pants down. I struggle to hold his gaze as he frees his veiny cock.
“I had been working on building a birdhouse for her that morning. There were nails scattered across my bedroom floor from the scuffle,” he says with the smoothest, most haunting voice I’ve ever heard.
Like the event wasn’t traumatizing at all.
“A nail had lodged into my palm when I fell down, so I tore it out and thrust it into her eye.”
Horror sinks into me and my mouth parts.
He presses two fingers inside me and rubs at my inner walls.
What should’ve been a gasp turns into a breathy moan.
My back arches as he pumps into me expertly.
He pulls his fingers out, grinning at how wet I am before he leans back down and teases my entrance with his tip and kisses my parted lips, stealing the shock away from me.
“Do you want to know what I did after that?” he asks, slowly pushing himself into me. I inhale sharply at the sheer size of the head of his dick, my heart races from both his story and him entering me.
“Tell me,” I whisper into his poisonous kiss.
Cameron presses himself a few more inches inside me, and I swear to God I’ve never been tormented this much in my entire life. The way he’s spreading and stretching my pussy has my hips lightly bucking for more.
I whimper in protest when he stops.
“Shhh.” Another feverish kiss. “I found the hammer. When she screamed and clutched at her bleeding eye, I swung that hammer as hard as I could. I hit that nail right on the head and sent it straight into hers.”
Holy shit. He sinks his teeth into his lower lip to keep himself from smiling, probably because he knows it’s so morbid, but I see it anyway.
And it’s fucking beautiful.
Most people aren’t drawn to the darkness in others. I can’t help but fawn over it. I don’t want to look away. Not when it’s him.
Cameron wraps his hands around my thighs and buries his fingers into my hips. I moan as he works himself further inside me.
“I’m sorry, Cameron,” I whisper. He pauses and stares down at me, and a look of pain flashes there before it’s washed away by something I can’t name. His brows draw together, and his expression ices over.
“You know I’m not stupid, right?” His sudden change of tone snaps my eyes up to his. Where did that come from?
“What do you mean?” I ask innocently, trying to adjust to his length that’s currently spreading me open and making me half lucid.
He laughs cruelly and licks his lips. His eyes have that dark gleam to them just as they did when he lost control the other night.
“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?
” He thrusts his hips into me as hard as he can, tearing a scream from my throat.
“You’re just trying to sugar me up, hoping that you’ll grow on me if I fuck you, isn’t that right? ”
With his arms hooked around my legs, he brings his chest down over mine, lifting my rear up off the couch before he sets a brutal pace and pounds into the deepest parts of my abdomen.
I can’t even respond as he fucks me like he hates my guts.
My nails curl into his back with the pain and pleasure he’s giving me.
A feather of fear dashes through my mind and only makes my muscles clench over him tighter.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, holding on for dear life.
He chuckles and pushes his dick all the way to the hilt, grinding his hips against mine.
Cameron’s tip rails into my cervix so hard it makes me cry out, “You’re too big!”
He groans as I writhe beneath him and pumps his hips slower, deeper.
His hot tongue swipes up my throat. “Oh baby, I like when you talk like that. It’s so fucking hot.” His sweat drips down his temple to his chin.
I’m overcome with his thick birchwood scent as he ruts into me.
My orgasm builds and it gets closer and closer to peaking before he stops and abruptly pulls out of me.
I’m empty for all but a moment, then he’s picking me up by my waist, sitting down on the couch and placing me back over his soaking wet cock.
My eyes linger on his girth, pulsing beneath me and showing me exactly how excited he is to be back inside me. He releases me and spreads his arms over the back of the couch, a smug grin on his lips. This side of him is so unhinged. It’s the hottest and most euphoric thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Go ahead,” he urges, eyes flicking down to his cock then back to me.
My smile must be sinister because his brow raises tensely as I place my hands around his throat and slowly seat myself back over his dick. The pressure I grip his neck with gets harder the further I sink over his cock.
“Fuuuck, choke me, Emery. Make me shoot my cum inside you like a good little soldier.” His eyes are hooded as he watches me fuck and choke him.
In this position, his dick is almost too much to take.
The pleasure has my eyes lolling as our moans softly permeate the air between us.
I can tell he’s close when he grips the back of the couch harder and the arteries in his neck bulge with restraint.
“Already almost done?” I say slyly.
Cameron’s eyes narrow with the challenge and his hands come down on my waist, pulling me hard so I’m completely seated on his cock. My back arches as he pistons his hips into me. I cry out at the pressure. It feels so fucking good my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“You ready to take my seed, Em? I won’t stop until you’re soaking my dick with your sweet come.
” He grinds our hips together and the friction against my clit while completely seated on his length pushes my orgasm over the edge.
I grip his wrists as he continues to rock me through it.
My moans are embarrassingly loud, but the rattling of the train drowns them out and I couldn’t give less of a shit right now if anyone heard us.
“Cameron,” I whimper, coming down hard and letting my chest collide with his.
He thrusts into me a few more times before holding me down over him.
His whole body tenses and he becomes so still that I can actually feel his throbbing cock pulsing his come deep inside me.
His groan is low and feral, setting something loose in me that I didn’t know existed.
I shut my eyes and revel in the feeling of him in my lower abdomen.
His hand presses against my stomach, adding pressure and drawing my eyes down. There’s a small bump where the tip of his dick is.
His voice is nothing short of dominating. “I’ve never been able to see my cock through someone’s abdomen before.” He pushes on it again, and the pressure has my walls clenching over his still very erect dick. We both moan.
“Stop doing that,” I say with a smile, batting his hand away. He looks up at me, and just as he does we break free of the tunnel and sunlight hits those sage eyes of his like a sliver of heaven. He stares at me like I’m some grim ethereal being too. The mania in his eyes has faded.
After a moment, I come to my senses and realize we’re gawking at each other. Slowly, I rise off him, wincing at the soreness that’s already between my thighs. Great, I’ll be feeling this all throughout the first trial.
I intend to sit on the other side of the sofa, but Cameron sets his hand on my lower back and holds me against his chest. He tips us back until we’re lying naked on the couch together with me wrapped in his arms. I consider trying to leave his embrace, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the warmth of it.
“I’m not trying to sugar you up, you know,” I retort, irritated that he’d assume as much. His hand traces softly over my shoulder blade. I’ve never let myself fall this vulnerable to another person before. I’ve never been held delicately or stared upon the way Cameron studies me.
It makes me feel weak.
I wonder if it makes him feel the same way.
He takes a deep breath and curls a strand of my hair around his finger. “I know.” His voice is low and soft. He doesn’t try elaborating, nor do I ask him to.
We both know he’s losing it.