Page 55 of In the Shadows

Before I have a chance to consider my next move, his cock is back between my lips, and he’s pressing forward slowly, and I can tell it’s taking all his focus not to lose control, not to take me the way he craves.

But what if that’s what I want?

He watches closely as my lips close around him, and another strangled groan escapes his throat. “Fuck, Little Menace. Your mouth is a fucking paradise.”

I preen under his praise and flick my tongue around his shaft as he sinks another inch between my lips. I’m not sure when the praise of these men became so fucking addictive, but I’m coming to crave it, and that’s not a good thing.

“That’s it, baby girl. Take another inch for me. Just a little more.” He forces his voice to sound soft despite how hoarse it is, and I take as much as I can, breathing through my nose as he slips into my throat.

His fist in my hair tightens, and I push further, desperate to make him lose control. “Fuck, Camilla.”

A small smile tips up my lips around him as I push myself further until I’m sure I can’t take anymore, and then I hold myself there, lapping at him as his eyes roll back in his head.

Crew begins small thrusts when he can’t handle it anymore, and I stare up at him through watery eyes. Tears fall against my cheeks as I watch him fuck my mouth, far gentler than I imagine he wants to.

He drags me off his cock, and I suck in a greedy lungful of air. “Your mouth is fucking sin, Little Menace.” He wipes our mingled saliva and precum across my cheeks and lips, gently slapping himself against my cheek, which only seems to make my pussy more desperate for relief. Jesus, who would have thought a blowjob could get a girl so hot and bothered?

His hand slides up and down his length, and I’m addicted to every move he makes. Why is it so fucking hot watching a man get himself off?

“You look so pretty with a mouthful of cock, Camilla,” he murmurs, and a soft moan escapes my throat, giving away how desperate I am for relief. “Oh, you like that, dirty girl?” He smirks and drops to his knees in front of me.

I don’t get a chance to question what he’s doing before he tears the shirt I’m wearing straight down the middle. I stare at him with surprise, my breath caught in my throat.

“That was Kovu’s,” I tell him.

“I don’t care.” He shrugs, but his eyes can’t tear from my chest. “I’ve never been jealous when sharing a woman,” he admits. “But it seems you’re the exception to the rule.”

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

CREW

Camilla De Marco is sin personified.

Her body was crafted to bring men like me to our knees, and I’m fucking powerless to fight it.

I thought I knew what obsession felt like. I thought I’d witnessed it time and time again with Kovu, but nothing could have prepared me for the little menace kneeling in front of me with her perfect breasts on display.

“Spread your legs,” I command, and she quickly shuffles her knees apart without hesitation. Given how much she kicks and screams like a pissed-off kitten normally, I expected her to put up more of a fight when I ordered her to do things, and yet she complies with ease. Very interesting.

There’s an obvious wet patch in her panties, and I groan at the sight. I can smell her arousal from here, and I know if I allow myself a single taste of her perfect virgin pussy, I’m going to be lost to it. Hell, who am I kidding? I’m already fucking lost. I spend my nights staring at her on the security cameras, jealousy raging through my body as I watch Bishop and Kovu fawn over her the way I wish I could.

I reach between her thighs and drag my finger over the wet cotton, pulling a groan from both our throats. “So wet for me, Camilla.”

She nods, her gaze holding mine, despite how pink her cheeks are.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I don’t know,” she whispers.

“Did you like what Bishop and Kovu did to you yesterday, Little Menace?”

Her eyes widen with surprise, and it drags a chuckle from my throat. I caught the tail end of the show on the cameras, and it took everything I had not to storm down here and steal her for myself.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, Camilla,” I prompt.

“Yes,” she murmurs. “I loved it.”

“Mm, and knowing the two of them, they wouldn’t have been gentle with you.”

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