Page 56 of Theirs to Rule

But I did care. I could deal with her fucking Kage and Ty. But I had to know that when we were together, it wasmeshe was wet for. When she slid her hands down to my waistband, my pulse quickened. I broke the kiss. "Camille--"

"I want you, Dante.You. The man who protects me. The man who makes me laugh. The man I can just be me with, no expectations, no lies between us."

No lies between us.Fuck.

"Camille, sweetheart, I have secrets..."

"I know. We all do. So long as you're not engaged or fucking another girl, I don't care right now."

She'd care later, I thought, telling myself to stop this. But as her hands fumbled with my zipper, I knew I wasn't going to.

I helped her undo my pants then shoved them down. She pushed me away and maneuvered herself until she was on her back, legs parted and showing me glimpses of her glistening pussy.

I scrambled to put on a condom. My dick throbbed in anticipation, pulsing with each beat of my heart. I lined myself up at her entrance then sank in as deeply as I could. Her tight heat wrapped around me, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure through my body. I groaned as I continued thrusting, needing to go deeper.

I moved slowly, taking my time and going gentle as I brushed my mouth along the red marks on her neck, kissing them better, trying to wipe away the memory of Ty.

"You don't have to hold back," she panted, her cheeks beautifully flushed.

"I'm a complicated guy. I don't go at one speed."

She bit her lip, and I felt her walls clenching around me. Damn, she was tight.

"Are you close?" I asked, moving faster, wanting to hear her say yes. To see her face.

Her head snapped back to meet my gaze, and she whimpered my name. "Oh God, Dante, I'm gonna..."

I pulled her hips up and I cradled her ass. Here, in this moment, she was mine – just mine. As her orgasm hit her, waves of pleasure radiated through her entire body, her pussy clenching around my cock. It was like watching a waterfall pour out of her, beautiful and wild. She threw her head back, letting out a throaty moan.

I came hard, too.

When we finished, neither of us could speak. We stayed like that, with me braced over her for several minutes, catching our breath. Finally, I slipped to the side while pulling her against my chest.

"Dante..." she breathed as her eyes closed. It was almost unreal how quickly she fell asleep in my arms.

I heard the front door open. Footsteps. Then the sound of the slider that led to the backyard opening and closing.

When Camille was soundly asleep, I carefully extricated myself from her arms. The warmth of our recent closeness lingered, but as I saw the marks on her throat again, my mind sped to the confrontation that awaited. It was time to have that talk with Ty. I couldn’t let him touch her in anger like that and get away with it, not a chance in hell, and the sight of her coming on my cock had given rise to a new wave of emotion inside of me. I pulled on my clothes then went after him.

I found Ty in the backyard, outlined against the faint glow of the outdoor lights, a cigarette between his fingers.

"Got one for me?" I asked, my voice neutral. He glanced up at me then pulled out a pack. He handed me one. Had he heard Camille and I together? I hoped he had. I hoped he had to deal with his jealousy the way I did mine. Not very enlightened of me but fuck it.

I took the lighter from him and lit up the cig, drawing deep until smoke filled my lungs.

Ty took another drag, the end of his cigarette glowing in the darkness.

"You put your hands on her in anger, Ty."

Ty was silent for several beats before he said, "I'm always angry, Dante. Don't you fucking know that by now."

"You're admitting it? That you hurt her deliberately? Choked her, deliberately?"

"She wanted me to show her how dark I'd give it to her. I did. But I was in control the whole time. Whatever pain I caused her was overshadowed by pleasure. She didn't want me to stop."

I was surprised by how forthcoming he was. Then again, he probably sensed that if didn't give me the right answer, I was ready to rip his head off.

"You going to start getting jealous now?" he taunted me, then took a long draw of his cig, blowing the smoke out through his lips.

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