Page 57 of In the Shadows

A smile tips up the corners of her lips as she stares me dead in the eye. “Good.”

Each swipe in and out of her cunt is a struggle as her muscles flutter around my fingers, but the way her bottom lip disappears between her teeth and her eyes grow heavy-lidded has me enraptured with her.

She’s so fucking beautiful, I can barely believe she’s ours.

Ours.

Perhaps I kept myself away from her all this time to distract me from the inevitable realization that the feisty woman we’ve been harboring for the last month is the perfect fit for four degenerates with a penance for rough and depraved sex.

Maybe it’s time I stop fighting the pull I feel toward this woman and instead start working on how to keep her here with us.

I circle her clit with my thumb as I pump my fingers in and out of her, but I can’t tear my eyes from hers, the gray holding me captive as I drag her closer and closer to the edge.

“Crew,” Camilla moans, and the sound of my name on her lips is so fucking intoxicating I almost forget to breathe.

“That’s it, Little Menace. You’re going to come all over my fingers, aren’t you, baby?”

She nods, her brown curls falling around her shoulders, and I long to hold on to them as I take her throat roughly. Or perhaps when I’m fucking her from behind, her arms bound behind her back, and I drag her up against me with nothing but a fistful of her hair.

The thought pulls a strangled groan from my own throat as I reach for my aching cock with my free hand. I thought I could wait for my relief until she came, but I can’t. I want to fall apart right alongside her.

Camilla’s eyes fall to my hand, stroking up and down my cock in rough pumps, her sinfully pink tongue moving over her bottom lip, and I can’t help but track the movement, desperate to feel her pretty lips around me again.

But not today.

I’m too far gone.

My orgasm rushes toward me, the tingling at the base of my spine all the evidence I need as I double my efforts. I brush my fingers along the place inside her that’s bound to set her off, and she lets out a startled moan.

“That’s it, Camilla. I want you to come around my fingers like a good whore.” I grit out the words, barely able to speak through the lust beating down on me.

Her scream of ecstasy is a symphony in my ears, and the way her cunt pulses around my fingers drags me right over the edge with her.

Hot ropes of cum cover her bare stomach, her pussy, and my hand, and each streak of white on her silky skin pulls the demon to the surface. The one I hide from the world, the one who got us to this point. The one that will chew Camilla up and spit her out.

I lean forward and capture her lips with mine, desperate to taste her, and she’s all too willing to give me everything.

“Mine,” I growl against her lips, and I know there’s no going back now.

We have to find a way to make this work because one taste of my little menace and I’m lost.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

KAOS

The shadows have been my home the last few years.

The loss of my father has changed me in ways I don’t think any of us could have seen coming, but mostly it made me more solitary.

For the most part, he was on the outside. It was always the four of us, and then my dad was the fifth. He never lived at the compound, preferring to remain in his own apartment a few blocks away. But that didn’t make losing him hurt any less.

I watch Charles from a dark alley. He’s talking to one of his men on the street, far from where he shot his distributor in cold blood while Kovu watched yesterday.

He wouldn’t normally do this kind of work himself, but without a new distributor, he’s forced to do some of the dirty work.

Crew wants one of us watching him at all times, but I don’t see the point. It’s not like we can’t have our tech guy keep an eye on him.

But he insisted, and so I’m just following orders.

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