Page 52 of We Will Rise

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

KAOS

Camilla is still distracted by my admission when Crew tugs at the hem of her sweater, and she raises her arms without hesitation.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, and I force myself to stay in place at the foot of the bed. This is the first time in a long time that we’re all going to share like this, and I know better than to get in Crew’s way.

Bishop steps forward and unbuttons her jeans, making quick work of tugging her boots from her feet and the denim from her shapely legs.

In a matter of a few seconds, she’s stripped down to nothing but a deep red lace panty and bra set, and I groan at the sight.

How the fuck did we get so lucky?

She drags her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes run over each of us. “I’m at a disadvantage here,” she says softly.

Crew chuckles behind her and gives us a nod, which we all immediately take as time to get out of our own clothes.

I tug my T-shirt over my head and discard it across the room before shoving my sweatpants down until they pool on the floor at my feet. I take my hard cock in my hand and give it a few rough tugs, already desperate to get inside her perfect body.

Camilla tracks every move I make with mischief in her eyes, but she doesn’t speak, instead waiting for Crew to tell her what to do.

He takes a step back from her and disposes of his own clothes before he tugs her back against his naked body. “Are you going to do everything we say, Little Menace?”

“Yes.” She nods without hesitation.

“So eager.” He chuckles as his gaze flicks up to meet ours. “Bishop, sit in the chair in the corner.”

He shoots him a look but doesn’t argue as he crosses the room to the chair we brought up from her old room. I’m not sure what made us do it, but the soft gray fits in here seamlessly.

Bishop drops into the seat, and his arms fall to the arms of the chair.

Crew whispers something against the shell of Camilla’s ear, and she looks up at him in surprise before a smirk tugs at the corners of her lips.

Without a word, she moves across the room until she’s standing in front of Bishop with a sweet smile. She leans down until her face is level with his, and then she drops her hand in between the cushion and the arm.

When she pulls her hand back, she’s holding two ties, and I can’t swallow my laugh before it escapes. Oh fuck, this is going to be good.

“What are you doing with that, love?” Bishop asks, his eyes locked on the silk in her hands.

“Apparently it’s time for your punishment, seeing as I took mine so well,” she tells him as she takes his wrist and wraps one of the ties around it.

A laugh bursts from Kovu at the same time Bishop opens his mouth to argue but quickly snaps it shut again.

I move slightly so I can watch as Camilla secures both wrists to rings I don’t think have always been attached to the arms of that chair. Crew was prepared for this moment.

Once she’s finished, she looks over her shoulder and waits for instruction.

“This isn’t fair,” Bishop grumbles.

“But it was okay when she did it to me?” Crew asks.

“You were being an asshole to her, you deserved it.”

Camilla nods. “He has a point.”

Crew gives her a pointed look. “Watch it, Little Menace, I can always give you another punishment.”

She clamps her lips shut, but there’s the ghost of a smile on the pouty pillows.

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