Page 41 of They Will Burn

Before she can respond, I close the door behind me, giving her the illusion of privacy. She knows as well as we do that we can watch her on the cameras anytime we please, but pointing that out wouldn’t be wise right now.

Bishop appears at the end of the hallway, his tie hanging loose around his neck and his clothes significantly more rumpled than when we left them in the cemetery.

“What the fuck did you do?” Kovu growls.

“Punished her.” He shrugs. “And then refused to take her ‘home’ when she asked to go back to the De Marco mansion.”

My hackles rise at the thought. There’s no way she’s going anywhere that’s outside these walls, especially now that she’s got more than one target on her back.

Her uncle and cousin aren’t going to take what she did today lightly, even if they are fucking idiots. They finally thought they had the keys to the kingdom, just to have the rug pulled out from under them before they were able to exercise any of their power.

Then add Davenport and the way he’s gunning for her and anyone else in the five families that would benefit from taking down a new leader, and she’s probably going to need round-the-clock supervision, something I doubt she’s going to accept lying down.

“Is she pissed about the punishment or her change of address?” I ask.

“Both. I didn’t let her come after spanking her with my belt and fucking her so hard she’ll probably be feeling it for at least a few days, so it could be that.”

“That’ll do it.” Kovu chuckles. “I don’t think our little lamb will be very happy with orgasm denial.”

“She’ll have to get used to it.” I shrug. Each of us has our own tastes, so to speak, but nothing is more intoxicating than having control over a woman’s release.

“She kick you out?” Bishop asks.

“She sure did.” Kovu laughs as he makes his way toward the gym. “I’m gonna get a quick workout in before I have to head to the club. Will one of you be around to make sure she doesn’t run?”

Bishop shakes his head. “I have to head to the casino. The numbers are getting more and more out of control, meaning whoever is stealing from us is getting bolder.”

“I need to get some work done.” I frown at the thought of the pile of shit sitting on my desk upstairs that I’ve been ignoring during the week it took to get Camilla back, not to mention the shitstorm that’s on the horizon now that we’ve introduced her into the five families.

“Guess Kaos is up.” Kovu chuckles as he disappears through the door toward the gym. He finds Kaos’s struggles with our woman too entertaining. But it might be as good a time as any for them to bury the hatchet.

“I’ll speak to Kaos, but I don’t want her locked in that room anymore. She has free run of the complex, but I want the perimeter locked down. I don’t want her leaving without us knowing about it.”

Bishop nods. “I’ll make it happen.”

“And we need Rogers to be available tomorrow.”

“Why?” he asks, brows pulling together.

“Camilla needs the last of her punishment.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

CAMILLA

The complex has been silent for the last hour, and I’m beginning to think either they’ve all left or they’re up in their bedrooms, an area I’ve never taken the time to explore.

I’m so fucking mad at Bishop that I’ve given myself a tension headache, and yet the ache between my thighs is every bit as intense as it was when he pulled out and came all over my sore ass.

In the time since they left me, I’ve showered twice and washed away all the evidence of what happened when Bishop and I were together. Except for the bruises that are forming around my throat and across my ass and thighs, I have a feeling they’ll be sticking around for a few days, a constant reminder of my punishment.

But honestly, I think the thing I’m most pissed about is how little I hated everything he did to me. I fucking loved it. The spanking, the choking, the rough way he used my body to chase his release. I’m even turned on by the controlling of my orgasms, which is probably where most of my anger lies. Why the fuck would I like that?

I brush my hand down my face and shove to my feet. I’ve been trying to watch TV for the last half hour, and before that, I was trying to read, but I can’t focus on anything other than the intense aches Bishop left behind.

Maybe a snack will help my mood.

I open the door and look up and down the hallway, my stomach flipping at this small show of faith they’ve given me. I haven’t taken the time to explore much of the complex, but the fact they’ve given me free run of the place is still mind-blowing to me and definitely helps their cause where I’m concerned.

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