“That’s it,” I murmur roughly, feeling her flutter, her muscles tightening. “Take what you need. Let me feel you break again.”
She gasps softly, the sound fragile and beautiful as her eyes flutter closed, her movements growing frantic, grinding, desperate. She grips my wrist harder, silently urging me deeper, faster.
“Look at me,” I command gently, voice dark and soothing at once. “I want to watch you come apart.”
Her eyes snap open, locking on mine, bright with defiance and vulnerability as pleasure overtakes her. She rides my fingers, trembling, back arching, thighs clenching tight as she cries out softly, shattering completely against me.
I watch her fall apart, savoring every tremor, every breathless gasp, every beautiful, unguarded moment of her surrender.
Camille
This is madness.
Fucked up, reckless, wrong in every twisted way that makes me crave it even more.
But nothing has ever felt this dangerously right.
In this sick, desperate moment, Kane Rivera is the only truth in my hollow world of lies. With him, there’s no careful smile, no script to follow, just brutal honesty laid bare.
Just my traitorous body begging him to ruin me.
His thumb presses hard against my clit, merciless and demanding, and I shatter instantly. Pleasure rips violently through me, spine arching sharply, nails carving crescent moons into his shoulders as his name breaks helplessly from my throat.
“Oh…oh…Kane…fuck…yes!”
His grip tightens on my throat, fingers sliding deeper, rough and perfect as he wrings every last tremor from me, refusing to stop until I’m limp and broken beneath him.
When he finally pulls away, the sudden emptiness is cruel, deliberate. Punishing.
Then slowly, his dark eyes locked on mine, he lifts his fingers and slips them between his lips, tasting me shamelessly, letting me see exactly how much he owns me.
My body flares hot with humiliation, and sick, twisted desire.
I shove him back, palms slamming into his chest, needing space, distance, air untouched by the scent of his skin. He lets me, leaning back too calmly, his smirk arrogant, satisfied, like he knows I’m already ruined.
My breath rattles, fingers trembling as I yank my dress back down, fighting to find scraps of dignity beneath his arrogant gaze.
“Feel better?” His voice drips mockery, velvet cruelty that sets my teeth on edge.
I glare at him, hatred burning fiercely behind my eyes. “Fuck you,” I spit out, raw and ragged.
He laughs softly, eyes glittering with dark amusement. “You just did.”
Heat floods my cheeks, shame clawing viciously through my chest. My voice breaks, desperate and unsteady.
“I hate you.”
His expression shifts instantly, eyes darkening, deadly serious. “No,” he murmurs roughly, leaning in, crowding me until I’m trapped again, his gaze penetrating deep beneath my skin. “You hate that I see through every bullshit lie you’ve ever told. You hate that I’m the one man you can’t fool.”
“You don’t know shit about me,” I whisper fiercely, heart slamming painfully in my chest.
He smiles slowly, his knuckles brushing my jaw, sliding down my throat until they rest gently, dangerously, over my pulse. “Camille,” he breathes my name, hot against my ear, “I know everything about you.”
He presses closer, voice lowering to a dark whisper, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I know how much losing control terrifies you. And I know exactly how fucking good it feels when I tear it from your hands.”
I flinch violently, pushing him away again, breath jagged and uneven. “Stay away from me.”
His chuckle is low, merciless. “We both know that won’t happen.” He relaxes back against the seat, arrogant, unruffled, utterly certain. “Especially now that I’m your boss.”
