57. Camilla
Iroll over and curl up against the hard wall of muscle beside me.
Every night, Bishop sneaks out of bed as if I don’t notice, and at six thirty, he crawls into bed, his movements slow and exhausted as he drags me against him.
I’m not sure what he’s doing each night, but I’d put my money on it being about Charles. Ever since we were followed on our way back to the complex, the tension between the four of them has been off the charts, and I’m beginning to wonder if my being here is doing more harm than good.
Soon, it won’t be an issue. My cast is coming off my wrist today, which means it’s almost time for me to take my place as the leader of the De Marco family.
The thought used to bring me joy. I know that’s fucked up because half my role will be killing and maiming those who betray me, but this is all I’ve ever known, and the prospect of being the boss used to excite me.
Now it has dread pooling in my belly.
Leaving the safety of this complex, of being away from the men I’ve become so attached to leaves my mouth dry and tasting of ash.
Admitting I have feelings for them, all four of them, has my heartbeat speeding up and my body tensing, but it feels right. I never thought much about relationships, figuring I’d probably marry for power rather than love, but now that I know them, know how good it can be, I’m terrified of losing it.
“You’re thinking awfully loud this morning, love,” Bishop murmurs against my throat, his warm breath sending a shiver across my bare flesh.
Like normal, I’m only dressed in one of Kovu’s shirts, and it does little to protect me from them.
“My cast is coming off today,” I whisper.
“I know.”
“And that means I’m leaving.” The words turn to ash on my tongue, and I bury my face in his chest as if it will do anything to protect me from reality as it crashes over me.
One second I’m pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me, and the next my back is flat on the mattress with his body hovering over mine.
“No,” he growls.
My eyes widen as he settles himself between my thighs, his huge erection pressing into my belly and making it hard to think of anything other than him. “But that’s what Crew said.”
“I don’t care,” he snaps. The anger radiating off him should scare me, but it doesn’t. If anything, it makes me ache for him. The need for them all has been increasing, and every stolen touch makes my skin burn.
I sigh, dejection spreading through my veins.
“You’re not going anywhere, Camilla. You’re mine. You’re all of ours. And there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go.” Every word out of his mouth sounds an awful lot like a promise, and the part of my heart I’ve never allowed to hope springs to life.
“I might not have a choice. It’s not up to me. Or even you.” The words fall between us, but each one tastes wrong, and I long to take them back as soon as they’re out.
Bishop brings his hand up to my cheek, and I lean into his warmth, desperate to feel close to him. “I won’t let it happen, love. And I’m not the only one that has fallen for you. We all have. Even fucking Kaos has pulled his head out of his ass.”
A small smile tips up the corners of my lips at the subject. The transformation of the grumpiest of my men has been so distinct it’s hard to believe he’s the same person he was a week ago. One minute, he couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me, and the next, he’s all over me.
“When we had that conversation, none of us knew you, we didn’t know what you would come to mean to us. There’s no way you’re going anywhere. I promise.”
I know better than to take people at their word. After all, my own father gave me away before I was even born. But for some reason, when the promise leaves his lips, I believe him.
Before I can respond, his lips crash down on mine, and I groan at the feel of his weight pressing me into the mattress. His tongue surges between my lips, demanding entry and not taking no for an answer. Not that I would reject him. I crave him, and the more often he kisses me, the more I long for him.
I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging him closer to me as I lift my hips into his. I may have entered this complex as an innocent virgin when it came to all things intimate, but I’m not anymore. Not when they’ve all touched me in a way I never thought possible.
“Love,” Bishop warns, but his gravelly tone only makes me smile against his lips. “Keep that up, and I won’t be able to stop.”
“Good,” I whisper.
His emerald eyes stare me down, searching for hesitation, but I know he won’t find any. It makes sense for him to be my first, and out of the four of them, he’s the only one I trust not to actually break me my first time. I’m not so jaded to think he can be gentle, because men like him don’t have that option, but at least he won’t be introducing me to knife play my first time like Kovu threatened last week.
“Please, Bishop.” I drag my swollen lip between my teeth, my breath ragged, as I realize for the first time that he might reject me. He might not want this as badly as I do, and I’ll have to accept that. Maybe I’ve read all this wrong. Maybe he doesn’t want to be the one to go slow with the virgin.
But then his eyes flare with lust and his lips crash down on mine, taking everything he needs from me, and I’m powerless to deny him a single thing he wants.
I shove at his boxer briefs, trying desperately to free his cock, but he’s too huge, and my arms aren’t long enough to execute it.
Bishop chuckles, his smile bright, when he stares down at me. “You are desperate for me, love. Just how I like you.”
He snakes a hand between us, sliding into my panties expertly and immediately finding my sensitive clit.
A moan escapes my throat, and he smirks down at me, pleased with himself to have so easily elicited the reaction.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Camilla.”
“I know,” I whisper a moment before his lips are on mine again.
His fingers slip lower and slide into my aching pussy, dragging a groan from deep in my throat that he immediately swallows.
I grind my hips, trying desperately to get more friction, but his body pins me down, rendering me completely at his mercy.
“You’ll get everything you need, love. You just need to be patient.” He nips at my bottom lip, and the lick of pain amplifies the pleasure pouring through my body. The taste of copper hits my tongue, and from Bishop’s eyes, I know my blood is spread across my lip.
“Fuck, you’re pretty when you bleed, Camilla.” Bishop dips his head and bites into the sensitive flesh of my throat, dragging a scream from my throat. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life marking you. I want everyone to know who you belong to.”
My body stills at his words, at the casual way he throws around the idea that he’ll spend his life with me, but I’m quickly distracted as he slides a second finger in beside the first.
Over and over again, he sinks his teeth into my neck, my shoulder, and my collarbone, and each bite of pain brings me closer to the edge.
Bishop pushes a third finger into my tight pussy at the same time he sinks his teeth into the swell of my breast through my shirt, and the combination of burning stretch and the delicious pain from his bites sends me over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm that takes my breath away.
Stars dance in my vision as my body convulses with pleasure, and Bishop guides me through with his sinful tongue lapping at my sore flesh and skilled fingers.
“Fuck, Camilla. I’m addicted to making you come,” Bishop groans as he pulls his hand from between us, inspecting my release on his fingers.
He holds my eyes as he dips one of his fingers between his lips. “Fuck, you’re so sweet, love.”
I moan, and he slips the other two fingers he had inside me between my lips, forcing my taste onto my tongue. My first instinct is to be repulsed, but nothing these men do seems to turn me off. On the contrary the way Bishop’s eyes darken as he watches my tongue swirl around his fingers is fucking addictive, and when he pushes those same fingers toward the back of my throat, I hold his gaze.
He presses them into my throat and my eyes water, but I never move them from him until my body finally gags and he pulls his fingers back.
“That’s it, love, gag for me.”