Page 81 of Theirs to Rule

I gently turned her until she was facing me. “I’m sorry, Rebel. I didn’t mean to?—”

“I know.” She smiled tremulously. “It’s okay. I’m sure Bianca has some. If not, I’ll go to the store.”

“I don’t want you to take it,” I said abruptly. “I want to keep you. I want to keep any baby that we make together. But…”

Her eyes suddenly filled with tears, and she smiled sadly. “But you can’t. So let’s not get lost in wishes that we wouldn’t even be thinking about if we’d remembered to use a condom. And I should do what I haven’t until now—see the doctor about getting on the pill.”

I yanked her into my arms, holding her tight and biting back the jumble of words threatening to rush out of me. Words about never wanting to give her up. “Let me know when you make the appointment. I’ll go with you.”

She shook her head against me.

I pulled back and caught her chin in my hand. “Yes, Rebel. I’m not going to have you do it alone. Same for getting the morning-after pill.”

She sighed. “Fine.” She bit her lip, then said, “But only if you do something for me.”

I eyed her warily. “What’s that?”

“Make me forget what all this has reminded me of. That we can’t be together. Can’t have a family. I want you to fuck me again, Kage. I want you to be rough. I want you—I want you to…”

“What?”

“I want you to call me a slut.”

My body jerked. I hadn’t shied away from calling her “dirty girl” or even “slut” in the past, but the fact that she was asking me to do it now, right when we were talking about birth control and not being able to be together...

“What the fuck is this about, Rebel? Because if you think for one goddamn moment that’s how I see you?—”

She placed her hand on my chest, and my heart thumped wildly against her palm. “No. I know it’s not about that. It’s just… you talked about Dante being rough… And I know in some ways you still hold back with me. And I don’t want that, Kage. If I’m going to have to let you go eventually, I want all of you now. Everything you can give me. Please.”

I stared at her, but I could see she was being honest. Fucking her hard wasn’t just about her physical desires but her emotional ones, too. And damn, the fact that she had the courage to ask me this made me so fucking proud of her.

I pushed her onto her back on the bed and hovered over her, lowering my hand between her legs. She jerked at my touch.

“Fine. We didn’t talk enough about how you felt when you were with Dante, did we? Tell me how his tongue felt when it was inside you,” I ordered as I drew circles around her clit in a slow, teasing motion while sucking on her earlobe.

Camille had been holding herself tense, but now she slowly relaxed. “It felt so good,” she whispered. Her body responded to my touch so beautifully, her nipples so stiff that I couldn’t resist sucking on them. I felt like I could explore her body for hours and never get tired of it.

“It felt even better,” she continued, her voice breathless, “knowing that you were watching.”

“Yeah. We've already established that my dirty girl likes to be watched.” She nodded, which wasn’t good enough for me. I needed to hear her say it. I slid a finger inside her, then another, my eyes level with hers as I slowly fucked her with my fingers. “Say it, Rebel.”

“I like to be watched,” she moaned, her toes curling as I worked my fingers inside her.

“You like being watched while doing what?” I taunted. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and massaged her clit with my thumb at the same time. God, I loved making her admit howmuch she liked it. Hearing her say it turned me on like nothing else. “Be more specific.”

“I liked that you were watching as Dante licked my pussy,” she whimpered, her cheeks heating with embarrassment.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Rebel,” I told her with a chuckle. “You’re a dirty little slut, and right now you’re all mine. Own your feelings,” I told her. “Was his tongue better than mine?” I asked, pinching her clit.

She shook her head quickly—a little too quickly. I narrowed my eyes and pinched her harder, not buying it. She sucked in a breath and let out a moan, like she was getting off on the pain. I still saw red whenever I thought of Ty's fingerprints on her neck, but I also couldn't deny he'd been right to sense that she enjoyed pain with her pleasure. I'd already told her that wasn’t my thing, but I loved the idea of giving her a hint of pain when it aroused her so much.

“I heard your moans, Rebel,” I hissed. “I saw the way your back arched when he buried his tongue inside you, the way your body shook as you came all over his face. You loved every fucking second of it because under your good girl, you're a little whore, aren't you?”

She gasped, then nodded. “Yes.”

Knowing she’d loved it when Dante did it to her, I slapped her pretty pink pussy and then fisted my thick cock—she squirmed, back arching, already needing me. I was hard as fuck and ready to be inside her. I wanted to feel her soft folds wrap around me. Sighing, I rubbed the head of my dick against her wetness. She shivered and spread her legs wider, like she was welcoming me inside her.

“You want me to fuck you like you’re a slut, baby girl?” I growled.

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