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I grip her hips tighter and slide her up and down my cock, taking control the way my nature was desperate for me to from the second she slid down on top of me.

“Kovu,” she moans. “Oh fuck.”

“That’s it, Little Lamb,” I snarl out the words. “You gonna come all over my cock, baby? I want to feel you dripping down my balls.”

Kaos repositions himself, and when I feel her entire body clench, I realize he’s playing with her asshole. “Let me in, Princess. You’re going to be taking something a hell of a lot bigger than my finger soon.”

She cries out, and all three of us let out a mutual moan when his finger slips past the tight ring of muscles.

“Holy fuck,” Camilla moans.

“Gonna need you to come, Little Lamb,” I growl. I snap my hand up around her throat at the same time as I lean forward and bury my teeth in the swell of her breast, and that’s when she detonates.

Her entire body trembles in my arms as we overwhelm her with a mix of pleasure and pain, and the scream that escapes her throat is definitely going to star in every fucking wet dream I have for the rest of my life.

I follow her over the edge and roar my own release, my balls tightening to the point of pain before they empty inside her.

There are long seconds of heavy breathing, all three of us spent and covered in a combination of sweat and our releases, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt so content in my miserable life.

I look up at Kaos and see him looking down at Camilla as she slumps over me, her head resting on my shoulder, and then we share a look. I see everything I feel for her staring back at me in my best friend’s eyes, and a rare smile pulls at the corners of my lips.

For just a few minutes, the demons I hold at bay aren’t chomping at the bit to escape, because right now, I have everything I never dared wish for.

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

CAMILLA

Imay have spent my life preparing to take my father’s place in the family business, but that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed when Trevor calls at three in the morning about an emergency and I’m forced to climb out from between Kaos and Kovu’s warm bodies.

My entire body aches from their rough treatment, but I’m almost glad for it as I yawn and head to the garage. It will remind me of the way they played with my body while I deal with whatever the hell has happened in the last eight hours since I last checked in.

“Where do you think you’re going, Little Menace?” Crew’s voice startles me, and I turn to face him, his dress shirt open and his tie loose around his neck.

“Are you only just finishing work now?” My brows tug together.

He chuckles and closes the distance between us. “I had to oversee the clean-up crew. They just left.”

I nod my understanding and wrap my arms around him, breathing in his spicy cinnamon scent. It’s way more addictive than I ever thought someone’s smell would be, but I’m glad my men smell good.

“Did you have fun with Kovu and Kaos?”

My cheeks heat as I look up at him, and he gives me a knowing look. “Yes,” I murmur. “I got a call from the guy that runs the docks for my family. He said there’s been an emergency, so I was heading out to go meet him.”

“Alone?”

I roll my eyes, a small smile tipping up the corners of my lips. “Yes, alone. I was going to put a message in the group chat once I got in the car.”

“No.” He shakes his head and takes my hand, dragging me toward the garage.

“Crew,” I groan.

“No, you’re not going out in the middle of the night alone into what could very possibly be a trap. Is this guy familiar with your cousin and uncle? Would he be easily bribed to help them take you down?”

I glance up at him, and my breath stutters in my chest at how much worry fills his mismatched gaze. Because I know how much it means for him to care. As a rule, men in his position shouldn’t care about anyone, least of all a woman, because as soon as he started caring for me, I became his weakness.

“That’s what I thought,” he grumbles and shoves the door open, quickly leading me to his black BMW. He pulls the passenger door open for me before looking me up and down at the outfit I threw on in the dark.

The black jeans Bishop picked up for me early in my stay with them fit like a glove, and I’ve paired them with a black bodysuit and leather jacket, finishing off the outfit with knee-high black boots that make my legs look impossibly long.

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