17. Chapter Seventeen Cam
Chapter Seventeen: Cam
The empty whiskey bottle rolled away as I slumped against the wall, my limbs heavy and my head pulsing. A pleasant warmth spread through my body, dulling the ache in my bones. Damn, that was such a rush. It’s a damn good thing the booze is taking off the edge. Seeing Lakey on that table…
It’s enough to make the demon in me crawl.
Revenge was in the forefront of my mind, and as much as Lakey thinks I’m the calm, collected one, I only took that role because two unhinged non-thinkers would be bad, and we’d get caught.
Not saying she doesn’t think. She does. She’s actually highly intelligent.
But when it comes to controlling the impulse… it’s a work in progress.
Personally, I’d have loved to set them all on fire, but we might need them to figure out just how deep all this shit goes. I have a sneaking suspicion this isn’t the only place they’re doing this, and it would depend on what Lakes wants as to whether or not we go any further once we get going.
I pushed myself up, the room tilting like a carnival ride. Steadying myself, I caught sight of Lakey sprawled on the floor, her blue eyes fixed on me with that mix of hunger and devotion that never failed to get me hard.
"Enjoying the show, sweetheart?" I gave her a lazy grin. I ordered my hands to move up my body, in a show of sexiness, before I stumbled backward and crashed into the door.
Her lips curved into a wicked smile. "Oh, absolutely. Nothing sexier than watching you struggle to stand up straight, babe."
I rolled my eyes, urging my body to move forward as the room swam in circles. "Just wait 'til I get my hands on you. I'll show you struggle."
My legs were uncooperative as I stumbled towards the living room, my body humming with excess energy I needed to burn off.
Turning around, I slowly lifted my shirt, relishing in the way her eyes devoured every inch of my skin.
Throwing it to the side, I tried to do the lean on the wall thing I’d seen online and almost slipped and fell on my ass.
Righting myself, I looked at her and winked.
"You gonna just stand there and stare?" Lakey giggled. "Or are you gonna fuck me senseless like you promised?"
My throat released a feral noise. My good little girl. "Oh, I'm gonna do a hell of a lot more than that, baby girl. By the time I'm done with you, you won't remember your own name."
Reaching down, my fingers curled around her wrist. I pulled and she slid across the floor like a slug.
Grabbing her other wrist, she stifled a giggle.
With a gentle but firm tug, I pulled her to her feet.
Brat. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, everything we'd been through reflected back at me.
The foster homes, the violence, the blood, it was all there, binding us together in a way no one else could understand.
"You good?" I said, my thumb tracing circles on her skin.
Lakey's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Just waiting for that punishment you promised. You?"
“Oh, I'm just gettin' started."
Without breaking eye contact, I reached down and grabbed one of her tits, palming it roughly. Her gaze raked over my chest, her fingers twitching at her sides like she was itching to touch me.
"God, baby, you’re so sexy." I teased her nipples, flexing my abs for her eye candy.
She traced the map of scars across my torso, lingering on the ugliest ones before stopping on the tattoo of her name across my chest.
"You know… we should cover your body in ink. Every. Single. Inch. I’ll do them all myself. Maybe a big nude of me down your thigh."
My body tensed at her words, to the hunger in her eyes. She was my undoing. I gripped the front of her shirt, the fabric bunching in my fists. With a savage grin, I tore it clean off her body, the sound of ripping cloth filling the air. The tattered remains fluttered to the floor, forgotten.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I breathed, drinking in the sight of her. Her flat stomach that flared toward her hips, her slender legs. Those cute little toes of hers. “All of you. Perfect and all mine.”
"And you're mine," she whispered, her fingers tracing the contours of my abs. Her touch was feather-light, but it set my skin on fire.
I sucked in a sharp breath as a jolt hit my cock, the love in her touch sending me into a frenzy. "Damn straight, I am.”
Her fingertips danced across my scars, lingering on the one just above my hip. "Remember this one?" she asked, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
I chuckled. "How could I forget? That asshole never saw you coming."
"No one ever does," she pressed closer.
My hands found her hips, gripping tight enough to bruise. "You drive me fuckin' crazy, you know that?" I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear.
She shivered, her nails digging into my skin. "That's the idea, babe. Wouldn't want you getting bored, now, would we?"
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her flush against me.
Our bodies fit together like we were made for this.
Her tiny stature compared to my hulking one.
The psychotic little vixen and her monstrous shadow.
The softness of her skin against my rough edges, the way her curves molded to my hardness - it was perfect in the most twisted way.
"Bored?" I growled, almost offended at her suggestion. "With you? Never."
"Prove it, big guy."
We stumbled across the apartment, nearly tripping over the random bottles I'd forgotten to clean last night. The urgency between us was electric, pushing us into another plane. My hands roamed her body, greedy and possessive.
We crashed into the wall, and I pinned her there, my arms caging her in. The need pulsing through me was primal, raw. It went beyond words, beyond reason. It was just us, in this moment, two fiends finding solace in each other's darkness.
"Fuck, Lakes," my lips attacked her neck. "You're gonna be the death of me."
"Oh, Cam. Don't you know? I already am."
My hands explored every inch of her body, stopping and lingering in the spots that would drive her nuts.
I was rewarded by a groan as she thrust her hips toward me.
Her touch was a paradox, soft and demanding all at once.
One moment, her fingers were gentle, almost reverent as they traced my jawline.
The next, she was yanking my hair, pulling me down for a bruising kiss.
I guided her one step at a time down the hall and into our room. Slowly, I pushed her towards the bed, my hands surprisingly steady despite the overindulgence earlier. As we reached the edge, I lowered her onto the mattress with a gentleness that surprised even me. Fuck, when did I become so soft?
But looking at her sprawled out beneath me, wild hair and flushed skin, I couldn't bring myself to care. My rough hands, calloused from years of violence, traced her every curve, dip and plane with an almost reverent touch.
"You're being awfully gentle, Cam," Lakey teased, wiggling her hips before thrusting upwards. "Don't tell me you're going soft on me now."
I leaned down to bite her neck hard enough to bleed before pinning her wrists above her head. "Never, baby. Just appreciating the view before I wreck you."
She arched against me, a low moan escaping her lips as her chest started heaving. "Promises, promises."
I grabbed her chin and squeezed, her lips pushing out as I descended on her.
Biting down on her lip, I broke the skin with a satisfying grunt before she was clawing at my back, leaving deep scratches.
She sighed loudly as I released her mouth, travelling downward before grabbing a nipple in between my teeth and biting down.
"Yeah, baby, just like that," she moaned, arching her back. "More!"
Sucking it into my mouth, my hand drifted between her thighs, feeling how wet she was, soaking through her leggings.
“Off, now.”
She lifted her hips as I pulled them off in one fluid motion before letting her legs fall open. Groaning at the sight, I wasted no time, licking up and down her pussy before shoving my finger inside her.
She was tight, wet, and fucking perfect.
"Fuck, Cam," she whimpered, her nails digging into my shoulders. "More."
I added another finger, curling them over and over, feeling her release build as her hips ground against my hand. Moaning, her hips bucking against me as she came undone beneath me.
"You like that, baby?"
"Cam," she panted, catching her breath. "Fuck me now or I'll kill you where you stand."
I couldn't help but chuckle as I removed my jeans and boxers, my cock rock-hard. It's never dull with her, is it? My dick slid between her legs, rubbing against her wet pussy before pushing into her slowly, drawing out the moment.
"Damn it, asshole!" she groaned, trying to push me in completely. “Faster! For fucks sake!”
"Easy there, killer," I said, slowing my thrusts. "We've got all night, right?"
She growled, her nails sinking deeper into my back as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper. Moan after moan escaped her lips as I picked up speed, and she was close again, her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth worrying at her lip.
"Cum for me, baby," my hand clasped around her throat and squeezed. "Cum all over my cock."
With a shattering cry, she climaxed, her legs trembling as her body convulsed around mine. I quickened my pace, pounding inside her until I found that spot that made her feral. Her eyes rolled back in her head, barely having had time to come down from the last one before she was screaming my name.
Pulling out, I smacked her inner thigh before rolling her over and pulling her ass into the air. “Goddamn, this is a beautiful view.” Sending my hand down hard, I loved the red that bloomed under my palm. “Such a good girl.”