Page 38 of They Will Burn

“Get out of the car,” I growl, throwing my door open and stepping into the cool afternoon air. The moment away from her intoxicating scent allows me to breathe, to remind myself that she’s okay and that I don’t have to spend the next however long plotting ways to get her back. But the moment I hear her car door open, my focus snaps to her.

She looks deliciously broken. Her cheeks are tear-stained, her arms are wrapped around herself, and her gaze is darting around the deserted area, and my cock twitches at the fear that radiates off her.

“Is this the part where you kill me and throw me to the bottom of the ocean?” She half laughs, but there’s a vulnerability in her tone that she rarely lets out to play.

“Not quite,” I rumble. “Come here.”

She moves quietly toward me, her feet still bare as she walks over the small pebbles, every so often flinching when one digs in a little too hard. Her eyes hold mine as she closes the distance between us, and she gazes up at me through thick lashes.

I reach up and grip her chin between my fingers, holding her tight to make sure she gets a pinch of pain from my touch. “Do you know how fucking scared I was the whole time you were gone?” I growl. I’ve never admitted to being scared in my fucking life. It’s not an emotion I’ve ever felt, only one that I’ve inflicted, but the days Camilla was separated from us were as close to fear as I’ve ever been.

She shakes her head, tears filling her pretty gray eyes.

“And then you go and pull a stunt like you did today?” I breathe a steadying breath, trying desperately to hold onto some semblance of composure.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from her earlier tears. “I just needed a bit of time on my own. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“If you needed some time, you should have told us. We could have worked something out.”

Tears well in her eyes, but she just nods, and some of my stress melts away. If she can acknowledge what she did today was the wrong thing to do, she might think twice about doing it again. But that doesn’t mean she’s getting out of this scot-free.

I take a step back and reach for my belt. “Panties off, bend over the hood.”

Her eyes flare with interest, and she doesn’t hesitate to do as she’s told. She bends at the hips, slipping her hands up the skintight crimson dress and carefully tugging her panties down her shapely legs.

I watch every move she makes with keen interest as I tug my belt from the loops and fold it over on itself.

Camilla drops her panties onto the hood of the luxury sports car and bends over with her palms resting flat on the cool metal.

I take a step forward and run my hands over her delectable ass. I never would have considered myself an ass man before she came into the picture, but now I can’t get enough of hers.

Her head drops forward, and I know for a fact she thinks I’m going to fuck her. And I probably will.

But not yet.

First, she needs to learn there are consequences for her actions.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

CAMILLA

Kovu may have fucked me ruthlessly this morning, but my pussy apparently hasn’t gotten the memo that we should be sore, because the second Bishop demanded I drop my underwear, I was aching for him to take me.

You wouldn’t think up until a week ago I was a virgin, and a month before that, I’d barely been kissed by a guy. So much has changed in such a short space of time, and sometimes it feels like I’m not even living the same life I was before I turned eighteen.

Bishop’s hands massage my ass, and a gentle moan slips free. I never thought I’d be into public sex, but the mere idea of being bent over the hood of his car, ready to take him, is only making the ache in my core intensify.

He shoves the hem of my dress up until my bare ass is on show for the world, and a shiver of anticipation moves through my body. Fuck. How do they play my body like this? Like they’ve been doing it for years, when in reality, it’s only been a matter of weeks?

His hard body presses over mine, his warmth sending a shiver of need through me as he rests his hands on the hood on either side of mine. His hot breath whispers across my cheek. “We’re going to have to have a much longer chat about your rules now that you’re ours, but for now, I’m going to punish you for stealing my car, giving me a heart attack, and for looking so fucking hot bent over my favorite car.” The growl in his voice is enough to distract me from the fact he just told me I’m going to have rules and that he’s planning on punishing me, and it’s not until he pushes himself back that I think to ask what the hell he meant by any of what he just said.

But I don’t get the chance to speak before searing pain radiates across my ass, causing me to jolt forward, a scream tearing from my throat. “What the fuck?” I hiss. I move to try to stand but quickly find a large palm in the center of my spine holding me down. “Bishop!” I snap.

“You need to know there are consequences for your actions, love.” His voice is clipped, and it’s not until I drop back down onto the hood that he steps back again.

I peer over my shoulder, trying to work out what the hell he’s doing because there’s no way that kind of agony came from his hand alone, nor did it feel like his hand when it hit me. My breath catches in my throat when I see him standing there, his tie pulled loose, his eyes wild as they stare down at me, and his belt clenched in his hand.

Holy fuck.

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