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My eyes trail further down until they lock on the mess I’ve made of her legs. Bloody handprints are smeared across her thighs, and Kovu’s shirt is definitely going to have some stains Maggie is going to be pissed about. But I’m too far gone to give a fuck. I need more.

“You look so pretty covered in my blood, Princess,” I murmur between us, and before she can respond, I reach for the hem of the shirt and make quick work of tugging it over her head, leaving her completely bare for me.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

So fucking perfect. I know I shouldn’t ruin her. None of us should. If we were better men, we’d set her free. We’d leave her to meet someone who will treat her right, who won’t push her to her limits because of his own selfish desires. But the thought of letting her go, of another man touching what belongs to us, only reminds me exactly why I won’t let her go. Why none of us will.

The day Bishop brought her into our lives was the day her fate was sealed.

Her hands lift to cover herself, a flash of vulnerability appearing in her eyes, but I make quick work of gathering her wrists into one of my hands.

“No,” I growl. “You do not cover yourself.”

She opens her mouth to respond, but I quickly slam my lips down on hers and devour her. The feel of her naked body pressed against me makes it all the more difficult not to fuck her right this second, but there’s too much I want to do to her, too many ways I want to take her.

I reach for the hand towel hanging from the oven behind me and release her wrists for long enough to tear the cotton to shreds. A surprised gasp escapes Camilla’s throat but I swallow it, and before she can think to push me off and question what I’m doing, I have her wrists tied in the ruined towel tight enough she can’t escape, but not so tight I’m cutting off the circulation.

Once she’s bound, I drag my lips down her neck, biting into the soft skin. A cry tears from her throat, and if I wasn’t already too far gone, that sound alone would be enough to catch me hook, line, and fucking sinker.

“Kaos,” she moans as she tests her binds, causing a smirk to tug at my lips. She doesn’t know me very well if she thinks she’s getting out of them, but she’ll learn.

“Lay back, Princess, and keep your arms above your head. Move them, and I’ll find something to tie them to.”

Her eyes flare with a mix of apprehension and excitement, and I can’t help but chuckle. We sure did hit the jackpot with this one.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

CAMILLA

The cold bench against my back is a direct contrast to my skin that’s on fire with every touch.

Kaos’s huge body looms over mine, his bare chest covered in blood and tattoos, a combination I never thought I would find so fucking hot, but here we are.

There are a lot of things I never thought I’d like until I met these men, so I guess a blood kink shouldn’t come as a total surprise.

Kaos chuckles, his dark gaze full of heat and amusement. “Like what you see, Princess?”

I nod, my breath catching in my throat when his huge palms wrap around my waist and drag me to the edge of the counter. The way these men can just put me wherever they want me should probably be concerning, but instead I love it. I love that when I’m outside these walls, I’ll have to be a ruthless queen. Within them, I can hand my power over and allow them to give me everything I don’t even know I need.

I catch my bottom lip between my teeth as I watch Kaos’s hands move over my body, leaving a trail of blood in their wake. His huge handprints cover my stomach, my ribs, and my thighs, and when he grasps my tits in his hands, he leaves behind a crimson handprint that makes me moan just as much as the sensation of his touch does.

“You know what I think, Camilla?” My name falls from his mouth like a dirty word, and I’m fucking hooked on the sound. “I think you’re just as much of a deviant as we are. I think you’ve hidden behind your virginity all these years, and now that Bishop’s taken your pretty little cunt, you’re finally allowing your true self out to play.”

I bite down on my lip to stop from moaning, but I can’t help but wonder if he’s right. I spent so many years focused on nothing but learning the family business, that I truly believed I just wasn’t that interested in sex or anything that came along with it.

But it’s pretty fucking evident that’s not the case.

Because every time they touch me, my entire body yearns for more.

I’m like an addict after my first fix. Now that I know how good it can be, I don’t know how I’d ever live without it.

Kaos catches me with an intense look. “You are to remain completely still,” he orders. “Do not make me punish you, because from what I hear, your perky ass got quite the beating for running off.”

The reminder should be like a bucket of ice water, but instead it seems to stoke the flames higher. I’m still aching from my run-in with Bishop, my pussy desperate for release, and maybe if I do as I’m told, Kaos will ease that ache for me.

I nod and watch intently as he lifts each of my legs up until my heels are perched on the edge of the counter, and my skin heats. He can see everything, and from the look of desperate lust in his eyes, he likes what he sees.

“Jesus Christ, Camilla. Your pussy is so fucking pretty.” He dips his head between my thighs, and a moment later, his tongue drags up my sensitive folds, tearing a cry from my throat. He groans as he leans in for another swipe with his sinful tongue. “And you taste even better.”

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