17. Chapter Seventeen Cam #2
The hair on my neck stood on end. A shiver ran down my spine in anticipation as Lakey's lithe body pressed back against mine.
We were a mess of tangled limbs and heavy breaths - our skin slick with sweat and dirt.
She arched her back with a hiss when I slipped inside her, her eyes glinting devilishly as she watched me in the mirror.
My hips pushed forward relentlessly, driving myself deeper into her pussy.
Forcing her head down to fuck her harder, she let out a loud hiss as my cock bottomed out.
I pinched into her hips with my fingers, bruising her under the pressure before grabbing fistfuls of her hair and yanking back hard enough to earn myself a satisfying groan.
Her muscles clenched around me in response, bringing me closer to climax just from her response.
She growled low in her throat like an animal possessed - pure unadulterated lust pouring off her in waves that I could almost taste.
I thrusted harder, watching as she turned her head to look at me, biting down on her lip before releasing it.
She was a sight for sore eyes. One that made me smile as I laid myself bare inside this broken creature who set my world ablaze every time we touched.
With each powerful stroke, she met me halfway, impaling herself on my cock, causing the headboard to slam against the wall.
Her voice was hoarse when she finally spoke, "You're killing me...
" She trailed off into another moan that vibrated through my entire being.
Sweat glistened on her skin; every contour and curve beautiful against the dim light coming through the blinds blocking the rising sun.
I chuckled, my own voice hoarse and raw as I began to reach my own climax.
"That's the plan baby girl." I growled, slamming into her one last achingly slow time before my orgasm consumed me - a white-hot flash of light behind my eyelids that seemed to last forever before I collapsed onto her sweat-soaked back, panting heavily.
“Get off me, you brute, I can’t breathe.” She struggled underneath me before I roll off and she took a deep breath.
She propped herself up on one elbow and kissed my cheek gently before sitting up and lighting a cigarette with a smirk.
"Well, that was...to die for." She winked at me before blowing out a puff of smoke rings towards the ceiling fan above us spinning lazily overhead. Two second rebound rate, that girl.
"If we keep going the way we’re going… you know, kidnapping people and all… we're gonna need a bigger place," I mused, tracing lazy circles on her scarred skin. "Somewhere off the grid. No nosy neighbors to deal with."
Lakey propped herself up on an elbow, her blue eyes gleaming. "Oh? You have plans to kidnap more people with me? Why, Cam Axley, that’s just about the most romantic after-sex present you could give a gal."
I snorted. "We have a literal list, Lakes. We have no where to put them all. I dunno how we’re gonna afford it, but I’m sure we can make it work. Maybe an abandoned barn or some shit."
"Mmm, I like the sound of that," she purred, pressing a kiss to my chest. "A nice, secluded spot where no one can hear the screams."
"Exactly." I pulled her closer, breathing in her scent. "No one's ever gonna hurt you again, baby. I'll kill anyone who tries."
She giggled, the sound both sweet and chilling. "Oh, I know baby. I get wet dreams thinking about you gutting dear ole ‘dad’. But you know I am more than capable of gutting my own fish."
"Oh, I am fully fucking aware, babe. Doesn't mean I won't enjoy ripping apart anyone who looks at you wrong. You can’t be the only one having any fun."
We laid there in comfortable silence, limbs tangled together. The world outside our dingy apartment ceased to exist. Except for the random screeching coming from the bathroom. Damn Skeeter ruining my moment.
I gazed at Lakey, her wild hair splayed across the pillow and felt that possessiveness. Fuck, I loved her. God, did I ever. She was mine. All mine. Every damn inch of her 5’1, down to the darkness that invaded her every pour.
"You know what, sweetheart?" my hand ran up and down her side. "I think we need to celebrate our little escape today."
"Mmm, I love celebrations."
I smirked, already feeling the adrenaline pumping. "How about we go say hi to Skeets, and see what we can carve out of him?"
Lakey's laugh was pure sin. "God, you really know how to sweet talk a girl, don't you?"
"Only the best for my homicidal honey," I teased, leaning in to nip at her neck.
She arched into me, nails raking down my back. "Mmm, keep talking like that and we might not make it out of this bed."
I moved faster than she anticipated, pinning her hands above her head with one hand, the other wrapping around her neck and squeezing.
"Maybe that's the plan, baby. Got all day to play before we paint the town red. I don’t think we’ve slept for like almost 36 hours.
After playing with the Rat Bastard, let’s nap, yeah? "
She grunted in response, probably already thinking of how to get information from the man trapped in our bathroom.
As I captured her lips in a bruising kiss, I knew one thing for certain - this twisted, beautiful chaos with Lakey was all I ever wanted. And I'd burn down all the fucking nunneries to keep it.