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“Is my girl feeling needy?” I groan against her skin before sinking my teeth into the swell of her breast.

“Fuck, Kaos, please.”

“I like it when you beg for me, Princess.” I sink my teeth into her other tit and drag her hips closer. Fuck, she makes me crazy. “On your hands and knees, Camilla.”

She scrambles off my lap without hesitation and turns, giving me her delectable ass. I keep my eyes locked on her perfect pussy as I shove my underwear down.

I grasp her ass in both hands, opening her up for me, and the second my cock makes contact with her wet cunt, I surge forward.

Camilla screams at the sudden intrusion, but her pussy flutters around me. Our girl likes a bite of pain on the side of her pleasure, and that just proves how perfect she is for us.

“Fuck, Princess. Your pussy is perfection.” I press my palm into the center of her spine until she lowers her head to the rug beneath us, allowing my cock to hit her at a new angle.

“Kaos,” she cries out as I slam into her, stretching her tight pussy to its limits. The way she wraps around me is downright sinful, and if this is what I can look forward to for the rest of my life, I’ll die the happiest motherfucker to ever walk the earth.

“That’s it, baby.” I slap a hand down against her ass and revel in the scream that follows. She’s already getting close to the edge, but she won’t be coming until I’m good and ready.

I withdraw almost as quickly as I slammed into her, and she throws a glare over her shoulder. Before she gets a chance to sass me, I slap a hand down on her pussy and watch as she clenches around nothing.

“What the—” She only gets the two words out before I spank her pussy again.

“Look how wet you are, Princess.” I circle her clit, but never apply enough pressure to bring her to the brink, before slapping my hand over the sensitive bundle of nerves once more. “Your perfect pussy is gushing for me.”

“Kaos, please. I need more,” she sobs.

I give my cock a few hard pumps before slamming back into her and giving us both what we want. I want to spend hours inside her. I want to drag her pleasure out and steal her orgasms right when she’s at the cusp until she’s boneless and exhausted and can’t possibly take it anymore.

But I don’t have the time, nor do I have the patience right now.

I set a punishing pace, holding her hips so tight I’m sure they’ll be covered in bruises, but that only makes me fuck her harder. Covering Camilla with my marks has become one of my favorite things to do.

“I’m close,” she cries out.

“Touch your clit, Princess. I want to feel you milk my cock,” I force out through clenched teeth. I’m nearing the point of no return, but I refuse to let go before she does.

Her hand snakes beneath her and brushes over where we’re connected, causing us both to groan.

“That’s it, Princess. Make yourself come,” I growl, increasing the speed of my thrusts in time with her ministrations.

“So close,” Camilla whines.

The tingling at the base of my spine intensifies as my balls rear up, telling me I’m running out of time before I’m going to blow my load.

I slap my palm down on her ass, and Camilla detonates beneath me. Her pussy clamps down on me, and I’m powerless to stop my own release as she drags me over the edge with her.

A roar escapes my throat, mingling with her sobs of pleasure, as I empty myself inside her. Before Camilla came along, I never would have considered unprotected sex. Condoms were a safety blanket I clung to because what right do I have to ever be a father? I’ve been a fuckup my whole life.

But somehow it doesn’t seem like such a terrifying idea with Camilla. Having a kid, a family. Even knowing she has an IUD, I’m not worried about the zero-point-five percent chance it fails.

All I care about is marking her from the inside out.

CHAPTER EIGHT

CAMILLA

Itug at the hem of my knee-length black dress as I climb out of Kaos’s SUV. They haven’t said as much, but I’m pretty sure the reason they always insist we bring this car is because it’s bulletproof, and that may not be such a bad thing.

I feel like I’m walking into the most dangerous situation of my life, and seeing as I was in an actual shootout last week and a warehouse fire last night, that’s saying something.

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