Page 44 of In the Shadows

But I can’t, and that means I’m bound to sleep in that stupid chair I’m beginning to resent.

I stifle another yawn as I slip my tailored suit jacket from my shoulders and fold it over my arm, glad to be free from its confines.

Today was long and boring. It’s the first Tuesday of the month, which means it’s spot-check day at the casino, and because of the issues we’re having, I checked everything. Every single procedure, I made the staff run through. I checked every chip and every card individually, even going as far as to run all the cash through the counterfeit machine.

But it all measured up, and that’s probably a part of my foul mood. I know there’s something going on, why the fuck can’t I figure out what it is?

I open the door to Camilla’s room without pausing. It’s been too long since I’ve seen her, and Kovu hasn’t bothered to reply to any of my messages checking how her appointment with Rogers went.

I pause in the doorway when I find Kovu looming over her, her hands pressed into the mattress above her head as he takes her mouth without holding back.

His hips grind against her lower belly, and I’m a second away from tearing him away from her and beating him within an inch of his life when I hear the most beautiful fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

Her quiet moan.

It’s then I notice how she meets his every move, her own hips are desperately searching for relief. She’s wearing one of my dress shirts, and I get a sick kind of satisfaction out of her wearing my clothes as Kovu devours her.

I quietly drop my suit jacket into the seat Kaos normally occupies and slowly unclip my cufflinks, never tearing my eyes from the scene playing out in front of me.

My cock strains against my zipper, desperate for relief. But I pride myself on patience and restraint, and I’m not about to let it slip now.

I drop the cufflinks into the chair with my jacket before rolling my sleeves up until my tattooed forearms are on display.

A strangled groan tears from Kovu’s chest, and I step closer, desperate to see what she’s done to elicit the sound from his throat.

From this angle, I can see her teeth clamping down on his bottom lip, and I barely withhold my own groan.

I don’t think there was ever any doubt that Camilla De Marco can give as good as she gets, but the fact she’s a virgin complicates things. What if she doesn’t like the dark things we need? What if she runs for the hills the first time Kovu cuts her, or the first time I tighten my belt around her pretty little throat?

But the sight of blood on her lips just about makes me believe she can handle our darkness.

Kovu kisses along her cheek, leaving a trail of blood in his path that only makes my cock ache more. Fuck. She’d look so pretty covered in blood. Normally that’s more Kovu’s thing, but with Camilla, I can see the appeal.

His lips move down her neck, and I watch as he bites down on her neck so hard I’m sure the skin is about to give way.

Camilla lets out a hiss of pain, but her hips rise to meet his, desperate for relief. The little deviant likes it. She likes the pain.

I reach down and readjust myself, but it’s useless. I’m too fucking hard and my cock is trying its best to escape the prison I’ve got it locked in. I squeeze my length and swallow the groan that rises at the small amount of relief.

Kovu’s knowing eyes meet mine, and I get the sense he probably knew I was here the whole time. He nods toward Camilla, silently asking me to join them, and I hesitate. Only for a moment. But I know once I get a taste of her, it’ll be all over. There will be no going back once my addiction flows through my veins.

I round the bed and carefully crawl across the mattress until I’m propped up by her head, staring down at the dark-haired beauty who so easily stole our obsession.

Kovu bites down again, this time on her shoulder, and she cries out, the pain and pleasure mingling together in a way I’m sure she’s never experienced before. But she won’t be short of either with the four of us.

Her eyes fly open and meet mine, a smile tipping up the corners of my lips.

“Hi, love. Is Kovu taking good care of you?” The arousal in my voice is thick, even to my own ears, but I wouldn’t be able to cloak it even if I wanted to. I may be a master of disguises outside these walls, but I have a feeling Camilla will never be fooled by the fake masks I show the world.

She nods, her cheeks heating with the most beautiful blush. Not something I would normally notice on a woman, but on her, it’s fucking beautiful.

Kovu kisses and nips his way down her body until he’s settled between her parted thighs.

I’ve never been jealous when we’ve shared women, but right now I would give just about anything to trade places with him, to be so close to the untouched paradise between her thighs.

“Are you going to let him eat your pretty pussy, Camilla?” I whisper against the shell of her ear.

A shiver of need moves through her body at my words. She’s so fucking perfect. Her eyes flick up to meet mine as she gives me another small nod. She’s going to have to learn to speak in intimate situations, but right now I’m past caring.

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