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“What would you have done if I did the same thing?” I snap. “Would you have just let me pull away? Or would you have done anything you could think of to make me see sense?” I desperately swipe at the tears falling against my cheeks.

“You already know the answer to that, Little Menace,” he murmurs against my shoulder.

“Exactly. So why should I be punished?” I cry.

“Because you know how much I love to push you to the edge of your limits.”

I huff out a strangled sigh as I push at his hand between my thighs. “I’ve had enough Crew. I can’t take this anymore. It’s too much.”

“Now who’s trying to run away?”

“Because you’re intentionally punishing me for something you yourself would have done.”

He doesn’t get the chance to respond before the door opens, and Kaos strolls into the room, staring at his phone.

He makes it almost to the desk before he finally looks up and takes in our position, and a slow smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

“Well, what do we have here?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

KAOS

Itap out a message to Elias to let him know I’m coming in for the day.

It’s been twelve hours of following the tracker we put on Davenport and Caleb’s car and to no avail. I’ve had enough of looking at their ugly mugs for one day, even from a distance.

What I leave out of my message is that I need to find my girl and release some tension. With everything that’s been going on recently, our alone time has definitely taken a hit, especially considering Kovu rarely leaves her side while he’s stuck on house arrest.

I shove the door to Crew’s office open. I promised I’d give him an update when I got home, and I want to get it over with so there are no interruptions once I get my hands on Camilla.

Once I’ve hit send on the message, I look up and stop in my tracks a few feet from Crew’s desk.

He’s in his leather wingback chair as usual, but he’s not alone.

Camilla is in his lap, her body trembling, her bare pussy peeking out from under the T-shirt she’s wearing, and she’s stuffed full of his cock as he teases her clit.

Tears roll down her cheeks, and I can’t tell if they’re just from frustration or if she’s upset about something else as well.

“Well, what do we have here?” I rumble, my voice thick with lust.

“I’m just teaching our little menace a lesson,” Crew tells me with a smirk.

“He’s torturing me,” Camilla cries, her bottom lip wobbling with irritation.

“An hour without an orgasm is hardly torture, Camilla.” He punctuates his point with a harsh slap to her clit.

“You’ve been like this for an hour?” I ask, my brows tugging together in surprise.

“A little over.” Crew shrugs.

“You mean to tell me you’ve had our girl’s perfect pussy wrapped around you for over an hour and you’ve just been what? Working?”

“Sounds about right.”

“You’re a stronger man than me.” I chuckle and move closer to the desk to get a better look at Camilla’s swollen cunt.

“You’ve made your point, Crew, now can we please end this?” Camilla hiccups. She’s so worked up with frustration, but she doesn’t realize how fucking addictive her tears are to men like us.

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