Page 31 of From the Ashes

I grip her hips in a punishing hold before slamming mine forward.

Camilla screams out, but her pussy pulses around me, desperate for the release I’ve been holding at bay for all this time.

“You’ve been such a good girl, Camilla,” I praise.

“Please, Kovu, fuck. Please.” Her cries are barely intelligible, but I know exactly what she needs.

I slip my bloodsoaked hand beneath her and strum her clit in time with my thrusts, and it’s only seconds before she screams so loud I have little doubt security would have heard her. They better just hope they don’t come running and see my woman like this because I’ll tear their fucking eyes from their sockets and force them down their throat.

Her orgasm tears through her, and she drags me over the edge with her. Stars dance in my vision as I empty myself inside her, filling her to the brim with my cum. My orgasm seems to go on forever, but I fuck her through both our releases until we’re spent and covered in sweat, our joint releases, blood, and dirt.

I’m not sure how long we remain locked together, the only sound around us is our heavy breathing, but when I finally regain use of my body, I carefully pull out of her hot pussy and watch as my cum slips from her.

“So fucking pretty, Little Lamb,” I murmur.

A ragged sob tears my attention from her cunt, and before I can reach for her to comfort her, Camilla scrambles forward, tripping over her shorts around her knees.

“Cami.” I shove myself to my feet to reach for her, but she dodges me. She reaches for a tree and pulls herself up before righting her clothes.

“Get off my property, Kovu,” she forces through gritted teeth.

“Little Lam?—”

“No!” she snaps. “Don’t little lamb me. Just fuck off. Leave me alone. I don’t want you here.”

Before I can respond, she takes off across the yard, her legs carrying her further and further away until my chest aches at the distance between us.

There was a long time when I was sure I would never feel anything again.

But with Camilla, I feel too much.

I feel everything.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CREW

No one slept at the compound last night.

Kovu was missing all night, and I can only assume he’s at the De Marco mansion because he can’t stand having space between him and Camilla.

Kaos was MIA all night and no matter how many times we called, he never picked up. There’s a part of me that’s really fucking worried Caleb has done something to him, but I have to believe my brother wouldn’t hurt his own son.

Bishop was at the casino helping Wyatt and the managers implement new security measures and systems in the hope of keeping people out of our money.

And I couldn’t sleep not knowing they were all safe.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them hurt. I saw Camilla on that stage at Davenport’s strip club. I saw Bishop the first time he was shot and we were nowhere near medical assistance. I saw Kaos with his fists bloody and bruised, his eyes swelling shut the week after Caleb’s funeral because he’d been in a bar fight to try to ease the pain. And I saw Kovu bleeding in the gutter like we found him last year when he got stabbed.

The memories of all their injuries kept playing on loop in my mind, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fall asleep.

I yawn as I wander through the complex toward my office. It’s a little after six, but it’s been too long since I’ve heard from any of them, and we may as well utilize the trackers Bishop insisted we all get when Camilla got hers.

Once I sit down, it’s only a few clicks before I find their locations.

As suspected, Camilla and Kovu are both at the De Marco mansion, which hopefully means they’re both safe.

Next, I check on Bishop, who is still at the casino. He’s going to be tired as hell when he gets home, but I doubt he’ll take the day off to rest. There’s too much that needs to be done right now for any of us to think about taking time off.

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