64. Camilla
Itug at the hem of the dress Bishop picked for me, cursing him for choosing something so fucking short.
The slinky silver fabric hugs all my curves in the right places, and the guys haven’t been able to take their eyes off me since I stepped out of my room. The only good thing about this dress, other than the fact it’s fucking beautiful, is that my cleavage is covered, and I have a feeling that was a deliberate move. One thick strap sits on my shoulder, while the other drops over the other.
The shoes he chose for me are another bone of contention, but again, the strappy silver stilettos are a pair I would have chosen for myself if I didn’t need to think about running in them.
We’re no closer to figuring out who put the hit out for me, but in the week since it happened, there’s been no further threats, allowing us some time to breathe and regroup.
I throw a worried look over my shoulder at Crew, who walks a few steps behind us. His suit is impeccable, and if I hadn’t been the one to stop him from bleeding out, I wouldn’t even know he’d been shot at all.
He holds his head high, and the closer we get to the pumping music of the fight club, the more my body tenses. It’s too soon for this. He’s not strong enough.
But I was outvoted, and there’s not much I can do about the situation now that we’re here.
“You okay, love?” Bishop looks down at me with knowing eyes and tightens his hold on my hand.
I swallow heavily and nod, forcing the strength I’ve allowed to drop back to the forefront while my insides war against one another. Being out of the safety of the compound for the first time since we were ambushed would have been hard regardless, but the fact we’re about to be surrounded by drunk, bloodthirsty assholes does little to settle my nerves.
“We’ll keep you safe, Little Lamb,” Kovu reassures me from the other side, his hand grasping my free one and linking our fingers together.
“It’s not me I’m worried about,” I murmur, chancing another look at Crew and Kaos walking behind us.
Kaos and Kovu opted not to wear a suit, something Bishop complained about the entire drive, but they look hot as fuck in black combat pants and tight-fitting black Henleys. They have no right looking this good when they’ve been depriving me of sex for a week.
Okay, so maybe it was a direct result of me cutting Crew off while he recovered, but still, I’m so horny I’m ready to dry hump one of their legs just to get some relief. I made it worse for myself this afternoon with Crew, but a small smile plays on my lips at the memory of the growl that tore from his throat when the word “daddy” slipped from my mouth.
Definitely something I’m going to have to explore in the future.
Bishop gives me a knowing look, and I take a deep breath, squeezing their hands for support. This is the first time we’re stepping out in public together like this, and once we do this, there’s no going back. We’re making a statement by just being together, and I’d be lying if I said the repercussions of our relationship didn’t frighten me just a little.
We step into the busy fight club, and I allow my gaze to bounce off the warehouse-turned-exclusive club. I’ve never been here before, but I’ve heard about it from my father and his men. I just wasn’t prepared for it to be so…huge. There are hundreds of people here, and the crowd is more than a little intimidating after all we’ve been through recently, but when Kovu pulls me forward, I follow him blindly, trusting him to lead the way.
There are so many eyes on us that I struggle to keep how overwhelmed I am off my face. This is nothing like anything I’ve ever seen before.
Huge hands grasp onto my hips, and I know immediately it’s Kaos holding onto me. His lips drop to my bare shoulder. “You look incredible, Princess.”
A shiver of need vibrates through my body, but I don’t turn back to him, not yet.
Kovu leads us to the edge of the ring, where there are five empty seats, and settles me in the middle seat with Bishop and Crew on either side, while Kovu and Kaos take the spare seat on either side of them.
The feeling of being at the center of their world washes over me. They’re placing me in the middle as their queen, and I have to swallow past that realization before it bowls me over.
Crew places his warm hand on my bare knee and leans in to press his lips to my cheek. “Welcome to our world, Little Menace.”
The first few fights are bloody, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting right into it. Every crack of a bone, every spray of crimson across the ring, only seems to heighten my need.
Maybe I’ve been hanging around Kovu too much, or maybe the deprivation over the last week has finally gotten too much for me, but I can barely handle the heat scorching across my body.
I allow my eyes to fall closed for a moment, trying desperately to reign in my own desires, but it only allows me to feel Crew’s palm resting on my thigh and how I’m desperate for him to move it further up. And Bishop’s arm is around my shoulders, and the teasing touches that he’s been giving me are driving me wild.
It’s too much.
I blow out a breath and turn to Crew. “I need to use the bathroom,” I tell him quietly.
He gives me a knowing look before he nods and says something quietly to Kaos, who stands, holding his hand out to me. “Come on, Princess.”
I take his outstretched hand and allow him to pull me through the crowd, grateful he matches his long strides with my smaller ones in these shoes. I really fucking hope we don’t have to run because I’ll probably break my fucking ankle.
Kaos’s huge hand engulfs mine, but it’s comforting as I ignore the stares of all the nameless faces. Why did I let them talk me into coming here again? I would have been quite happy curled up in bed with one or more of my men.
He leads me down the short hallway we entered through before pulling a key from his pocket and unlocking the door. He pulls me inside and locks the door behind us immediately.
As soon as the rest of the world is blocked out, I can breathe, relief washing over me in waves.
“You okay, Camilla?”
I nod, flicking my eyes open to look up at him, and the desire burning in his dark eyes is stifling. Fuck, I hope one of them is going to give in soon because I can’t handle this much longer.
He chuckles and nods at the door on the other side of the small office. “Bathroom is through there. I’ll be here when you get out.”
I quickly pry my hand from his and move into the bathroom. The second the door closes behind me, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The sooner this night is over, the better.
Once I’ve done my business and washed my hands, I take a moment to touch up my makeup. I opted to go for a dark smoky eye, paired with a vibrant red lip, and even I can admit I look hot as fuck.
Hopefully hot enough to get some dick, I muse to myself and roll my eyes when a laugh escapes my throat.
With a smile firmly on my lips, I step out of the bathroom and find Kaos waiting for me, his eyes drinking me in hungrily.
“You ready to go back out there, big guy?” I raise a brow.
He shakes his head slowly, and when I open my mouth to ask what he means, I find myself bent over the desk. His huge palms shove my dress up and over my ass, revealing the pathetic excuse for panties I pulled on, tearing a growl from his throat.
“I need you dripping with my cum for the rest of the night,” he growls. “I need every motherfucker out there to know you’re mine, because if I catch another asshole eyeing what belongs to me, I might start tearing their eyes from their sockets.”
A groan escapes my throat at his threats, and it only draws a chuckle from him.
“Do you like that I’m bloodthirsty for you, Princess?” His hands disappear from my ass, and a desperate whine fills the space that I suddenly realize came from me. Where did this wanton whore come from? “We’re going to have to make this quick before the others come looking for us.”
I throw a look over my shoulder at him just in time to see him undo the button and fly of his pants right before his hard, pierced length pops out and my mouth goes dry. “No underwear?”
He chuckles. “I knew there was a possibility I’d need to get inside your pretty little cunt at a moment’s notice.”
His fingers roughly stroke my aching pussy through my panties before he pulls them to the side, and the hard head of his cock rests at my entrance. “Hold on tight, Princess.”
I barely get a chance to heed his warning before he thrusts forward and tears a scream from my throat. He’s so huge that when he enters me without prepping me first, the stretch is almost too much, but I crave the pain just like they do.
“Fuck,” he groans. “This fucking pussy. You’re gripping me so fucking tight, Princess.”
“Kaos, please,” I beg, needing him to move, needing to feel the balls pierced into his cock dragging over the sensitive nerve endings that will send me flying.
“So needy for me, Camilla,” he rumbles, a moment before he pulls back and slams into me so hard I can barely breathe. He fucks me with wild abandon, hitting every single place inside me that threatens to send me flying.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, my fingers tightening around the edge of the desk as if it’ll do anything to stop me from shattering into a million pieces under his rough treatment.
Kaos’s hand snakes around my hip, and when his fingers rub rough circles around my swollen clit, I detonate. The orgasm crashes over me in brutal waves, and I can barely drag in a breath as pleasure so bright beats down on me.
I’m vaguely aware of the roar of release behind me, but my body is floating, and I allow myself a few blissful moments to enjoy the languid pleasure still rolling through me.
I’m not sure how much time passes before Kaos pulls out of me, dragging a groan from both of us, and pulls my panties back into place before helping me to stand straight.
“I’ll just clean up and then we’ll head back out,” I tell him, but I don’t get a full step away from him before he drags me back against his hard body.
“No.”
“No?” I raise a brow.
“No, you’re not cleaning up. What part of I need my cum dripping out of you didn’t you understand, Princess?”
My mouth dries, and my cheeks heat as he pulls me toward the door.
It’s not until we step into the hallway that we see the flames and hear the screams.
Before I’m conscious of the move, I run toward the fire. Thoughts of my other men stuck in the chaos send fear shooting through my entire body, but I’m quickly pulled back against Kaos.
“We have to get out of here,” he says calmly as he tries to steer me back in the other direction, but I tug myself out of his hold.
“Not without them.”