Page 96 of Bloody Tainted Lies

“He will never?—”

“He will. His public image will be at risk,” I assure her, my tone low and deadly. “I’m not giving you up, Camilla. Not without a bloody fight.”

“Papàwill win that fight, Nik.”

“We will see.” I grin at her and she narrows her eyes. “Now get out of this tub so I can fuck you.”

I turn on my heel and go back to the room, needing to see what’s happening outside. I go out to the balcony and there’s no one lurking below or around, and I smile to myself.

Perfect.

The bathroom door creaks open and I look back, relishing the way she didn’t even bother to cover up with a towel. Her bare ass sways as she locks her bedroom door and she stops in her tracks when I unbutton my pants and let them fall to the ground, shoes and all still on.

She pads across the room, coming to stand across from me, completely unmoving. She clears her throat. “Come to bed, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

I drag her to the balcony by the arm, uncaring that it’s the middle of winter in Chicago and there’s snow, now coming into her room slightly. Pushing her upper body over the railing, I spread her legs with my knee and force her to bend.

Camilla gasps, “W-w-what are you doing?”

“Fucking my wife.”

I thrust into her, holding onto her neck and keeping her head down. The rush of blood to her head is the goal. I want her all fucked up for me.

“Oh, God,” she mumbles. “Harder, Nik.”

Obliging, I fuck her harder into the railing until my hips slap against her ass loudly and her hip bones slam against the metal. I want her to feel me tomorrow, her bruises hurting from the assault.

“No one is taking you from me,” I rasp out. “You—” Thrust. “Are—” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust.

Her cunt feels like heaven, if there even is one, and she clenches and pulses on my cock as she comes. Camilla’s moans spur me on, and the feeling of her wet, warm heat has me seeing blacking out. I’m almost there, but instead of letting myself come I use her wetness as a lubricant and position myself against her puckered hole. I want to come inside her tonight. I want her to remember me when I’m not sleeping by her side. I want to be all she thinks about.

Two more thrusts and I’m feeling the familiar tingling sensation down my spine. Another one and I feel my balls drawing up closer to my body with each squeeze of her ass, aching for release. The sensations are driving me out of my mind, and my legs begin to shake. I reach around her and grasp her neck hard enough to cut off her air and press her pulse point.

A few thrusts later and I’m coming inside her, but she’s fighting me, clawing and slapping and bucking against me. I smile as the last of my cum spurts out of me and I grip her neck even harder. Within seconds she goes slack against me, and I pull out. I use one hand to pull up my pants back in place and then I pick her up bridal style to carry her to the bed.

I kiss her lips and tuck her in, not wanting to say goodbye. I button my pants and turn on my heel to go back out to the balcony, closing the door behind me. Hopefully, she doesn’t think this was all a dream and sets up the dinner.

I guess we’ll find out.

17 Years Old

Ihate my life.

In fact, that’s all I’ve done for weeks now.

Nikolai hasn’t come back to my room, so I guess it’s a good thing he took me seriously. The last thing I want is for him to get hurt because of me, and I know Leo is more than capable of making it happen. I’m absolutely taking Leo’s threats seriously, especially since he won’t stop making them.

He’s here visiting today now that his stab wound has healed, and I don’t know why. Although it seems like he’s dead set on taunting me and making me miserable. I guess that’s what I get for thinking I could get away with loving Nik. I’m quite lucky he hasn’t told my father. So I guess, in a way, I should be grateful he’s keeping it to himself. A man of his word, according to him.

When we made this bargain, he told me to cut things off with Nik and he would keep his mouth shut. And he has, but I can still feel the hate emanating from him. It’s definitely personal now. What worries me the most is that they will be attending Atlantic University together in a year, and I know their hatred for each other may drive them to do things they will regret.

“You made a big fucking mistake, Camilla,” Leonardo tells me, sitting next to me on my bed and making me recoil at his proximity. I don’t want him anywhere near me, yet for some reason I don’t understand why my parents seem to want to shove him down my throat at all times. “Now tell me what you did with him. How long have you been seeing him?”

“I don’t really want to talk?—”

“You will tell me right now, or I will go to your father.”

I get up from the bed in a rush and turn around to face him. “You promised, Leo. And we may hate each other right now, but you’re a man of your word. Right? A man is nothing if he doesn’t have that much.”

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