“Leyla…” his voice deceptively calm, he gently reaches up, rubbing his knuckle along my cheek. I should pull away, I shouldn’t let this happen to me, not again. And yet, going against all my instincts I gently lean into his touch.
“I don’t know if I’m actually ready to hear all of this, Cam,” My voice comes out of me barely above a whisper. I can’t even begin to imagine what’s actually happening. I know that above all else, Cameron wouldn’t lie to me. Not after all of this. Cameron slowly walks away from me towards a backpack that was sitting in the corner of his room; somehow, I hadn’t noticed it. I watch as he rummages around in the bag, turning around he gently places a manilla folder on the table next to me.
“This is everything, I had, my father had, and the police had on your parents, okay? I know my dad did some… some pretty horrific things, but he worked on a system. He took out those that were the darkest of the dark. He killed people who killed others, who hurt others, and those who preyed on innocent people. Your parents took advantage of you— they played it off as if they were taking you to the fair, or the park or mall. They manipulated you into thinking that there was no other way, it was their own personal gain, and you were literally an unknowing pawn.”
He continues after a brief pause, “The day your parents died, I made it my own personal goal to never let anything bad happen to you ever again. But I failed you with Simon.” Another silence, this time anger flashes on his face before being extinguished by force.
“All my protections I had in place to protect you, but I let him slip through the cracks…” He shakes his head. “I need you to know it’s just us now. No one will ever take you for granted or take advantage of you ever again. You are mine. Forever.” He plants a kiss on my cheek, his hand cupping the back of my head as he pulls me closer to him.
His possessive tone sends a shiver down my body and I’m sure there’s something wrong with me, as a need floods my system.
I think I’ve short-circuited.
“I want to help you.” The words leave my mouth before I truly process what I’m saying. “Knowing that someone like Simon– like my parents, that there is no longer any way they are going to hurt anyone else ever again? I want you to teach me. Help me be like you. Help me fix the mistakes.”
If you can’t beat them, kill them.
I admire so much what Cameron has done— and what he’s done for me. Yeah, it’s fucked up, but justice is never so black and white. And if I can save anyone from this fucked up reality that I find myself in, I want to do it.
I’ve never really felt a strong sense of direction in my life; even school has just been something to do. But this… It feels right. The words play over and over in my head, and I’m more certain with each repetition.
A moment of charged silence sits between us, our bodies still pressed against each other. Safe– despite everything that’s happened, the safest I’ve ever felt is in his arms. Right here, right now.
“Fuck, Cherry, I’m pretty sure that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” His arms tighten around me, and his eyes darken as he smirks. Cameron’s hands tilt my chin, our eyes forced to connect. Wordlessly, he knows what I need and our lips crash in a cacophony of emotions.
Cameron Curtis is going to be my undoing, and I don’t want it any other fucking way.
Chapter 28
Intertwined
Cameron
Holy shitI am so fucking in love with this woman. I run my hands through her hair as I walk her back into the counter. Her body is so fucking responsive to my touch, it sends a thrill through me.
I don’t want this to stop.
“Cherry,”my voice is breathless as I kiss along her jawline. Her sighs filling the room, her breath hitches. My cock struggles against the seam of my gray sweats as I bite at her neck, feeling as her body arches, and she moans. The sounds she makes is the most fucking beautiful music to my ears. I can’t fucking stand how perfect Leyla is. Her curves press up against me and it’s as if we were made to never be apart. I have all of her and she has all of me too.
“Tell me, Cherry,” I begin. The voice that comes out of me is low and practically a growl. Her head falls back and her eyes roll to the back of her head as my hands run down her stomach and into the waistband of her pants. I run the pads of my fingers over her slick pussy and let out a pained groan.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Cherry, tell me how much you want me.” I slip a single finger into her slick cunt, Leyla’s back arches as she lets a squeak out.
“I need you Cameron–I–ohfuck...“ I add another finger. A full body shiver racks her body and she pants, her eyes heavy and hooded. I smirk just knowing how fucking reactive she is to my touch. The thought of Leyla slitting Simon’s throat rushes through me and my breath hitches with the thought of the things that she could do to me sends a whole body rush that I never felt before.
I pull her close to me, my fingers crook inside her and she moans. “You’re fucking hypnotic, Cherry…” I feel her walls clenching around my fingers, I pull out of her pussy and she lets out a sweet little whimper. The ways that I know that she’s wholly mine with the noises she makes.
“C-Cameron…” Leyla’s breathy voice is desperate and I love it. This fucking perfect woman is mine, and I’m free to do what I want with her. I wrap my hands around her legs and lift her up.
“Where do you want me to take you, Cherry? ‘Cause I can do it right here, or I can do it in the bed. It doesn’t matter where because you belong to me now, and I intend to teach you every way to Sunday all the ways that you’re my good girl.” Her legs tighten around my hips as my hands sit comfortably on her waist.
Her hands run through my hair as she leans in and kisses my jaw, her teeth gently grazing my skin as my hands instinctively gripher waist tighter. “You’re driving me crazy, Cherry girl.” I playfully nip at her ear and she giggles.
“Take me Cameron, right here, right now. I can’t hold out any more...” The red crawls up from her chest and neck, taking claim on her face as she traces my chest.
Placing her on the counter, I shimmy off her pants that are so rudely in my way. My cock is throbbing against my sweats that still hasn’t been given the release it so badly needs, it begins to hurt.
“Spread those pretty thighs for me. I’m quite hungry, you see, and your sweet, sweet pussy is what I’m craving.” I press her legs even further apart than she does and my tongue lathes along the length of her pussy, circling around the sensitive bundle of nerves that sends her back arching.
