Page 20 of We Will Rise

I moan at the degrading name, and my pussy clenches down around him. Perhaps I should be ashamed by how much I like being called these names, but I don’t allow myself to analyze it too hard.

He slaps my ass again. “Aren’t you?” he growls.

“Yes, fuck yes. I’ll be your perfect little whore.” The words fall from my mouth on a moan.

“Good girl.” He releases my hair at the base of my skull and moves his hand around my throat, tugging me up so I’m pressed against him. I reach up onto my tiptoes, but I needn’t bother. Crew holds me exactly where he wants me, and I’m just along for the ride.

“Your pussy is strangling me, Camilla. Didn’t Kovu give you enough this morning? Didn’t his cock in your perfect ass satisfy you?” he murmurs against the shell of my ear, and my eyes widen. How the hell does he know what we were doing this morning? It’s not like we’ve had a chance to talk about it. Once we came out of the bedroom, it was all systems go. “There are cameras in every room in the compound, Little Menace, and I’m so fucking obsessed with you that I’m almost always watching.”

The idea of Crew, one of the busiest men in the city, spending his days watching me does something to me, and my entire body trembles in his arms as my orgasm crashes over me, tearing a scream from my throat.

“Oh, you like that, Camilla? You like the idea of me stalking you? Of me watching the others fuck you without you knowing?” His thrusts lose their rhythm, and I know it’ll only be a few moments before he tumbles over the edge after me. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, Little Menace, and then you’re going to meet some of the most powerful people in the country while your pussy is full of my cum.”

As if that very idea is too much for him, he buries himself deep as his cock begins pulsing. Each rope of cum that fills me seems to extend my own release until I can barely breathe through the pleasure he’s forced upon me.

The room is quiet aside from our heavy pants, and I allow my body to relax in his arms because I know he’ll catch me.

“Seems you have a bit of an exhibitionism kink, Little Menace,” he murmurs against the curve of my neck.

“Says the voyeur.” I half laugh, allowing my eyes to fall closed.

“I love you, Camilla.”

“I love you too.”

I wish I could curl up beside him and revel in our shared bliss, but I think these rushed moments of pleasure are all we’re going to have for a while yet.

Time to start putting the pieces in place to bring this war to an end before it can ever truly begin.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

KAOS

“Where’s the little lamb?” Kovu asks as he eats yet another cookie that Chloe baked in preparation for our visit today.

“Pretty sure Crew’s fucking her in her childhood bedroom.” I smirk.

He pauses mid-chew, his eyes darting to the stairs that lead to her room.

“You got her last night,” Bishop reminds him.

There’s a moment where I think he’s going to charge upstairs and join them, but then he pops the rest of his cookie in his mouth and turns to me. “Everything ready for when they get here?”

I nod. “All systems are go. Let’s hope they’re done up there soon because they’ll be here any minute now.”

“I can go—” Kovu starts.

“No,” Bishop and I snap.

He smirks at us before turning on his heel and moving toward the dining room where we’re having the meeting. There are too many of us to cram into John De Marco’s office, and I get the impression Camilla still isn’t a fan of that room after watching the tape of Kovu killing her father in there.

A door upstairs opens, and a moment later a flushed Camilla appears on the landing with Crew a few steps behind. She runs her fingers through her slightly mussed hair before she rights her clothes and brushes her fingers over her swollen lips.

“You two have fun?” Bishop asks with a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Crew throws a wink down the stairs at the same time Camilla blushes. You’d think by now she’d be used to us, but I guess it takes some time to get used to being in a relationship with so many people.

She reaches the bottom step at the same time there’s a knock at the front door, and she pauses, her eyes darting to the heavy wooden door.

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