Page 98 of Corrupting Camille
“Looks more like plotting.”
My eyes flick briefly toward her, amused. “Multitasking.”
Ivy’s lips curve slowly, blood-red and viciously entertained. “She’s pretty when she runs.”
“She’s prettier when she begs.”
Her laugh is smoke, soft and dangerous. “And when she fights?”
“That’s when she’s fucking exquisite.”
She arches an eyebrow. “So, is tonight punishment or foreplay?”
“Yes.”
Ivy leans in, voice a silk whisper against my ear. “Good. I’d hate to think you called me here just for dinner.”
I give her a sharp smile. “You almost sound jealous.”
“I’m a lot of things,” Ivy says, lips brushing my jaw, casual as breathing, “but never jealous. Jealousy is for girls like Camille Sinclair.”
“Then you’ll enjoy this.” I nod toward the table ahead, where Preston pulls out Camille’s chair, oblivious. “Do me a favor, Ivy.”
“Name it.”
“Caldwell loves the sound of his own voice. Stroke his ego.”
She smirks, slow and filthy. “Want me to stroke anything else?”
I give her a dark smile. “If I do, you’ll know. Until then, remind him exactly why he spent four years at Yale trying to fuck you.”
She laughs softly, eyes glittering darkly. “Oh, I love it when you’re twisted, Daddy,”
I smirk, gaze locked on Camille’s stiff spine as she pretends not to notice us closing in. “Then you’re about to have the night of your life.”
Ivy squeezes my arm, her nails sharp enough to leave marks through my suit jacket. Her voice drops lower, a velvet tease. “And you’re sure your pretty little heiress won’t break?”
I watch Camille’s hand tighten around her champagne flute. Knuckles white. Glass shaking. Every nerve in her body screaming awareness.
“She’s tougher than she looks.”
Ivy hums softly. “Still, everyone has limits.”
“That’s exactly what I’m counting on.”
She tilts her head, eyes gleaming with curiosity and cruelty. “Just how far do you plan to push her tonight?”
I lean closer, breathing slow against her ear. “Until she begs.”
“For mercy?” Ivy murmurs.
“No,” I say, my voice a dark promise. “For more.”
Her laugh is quiet, viciously entertained. “You’re going to ruin her.”
I straighten, fixing my cuffs, ready to move. “She’s already ruined. Tonight, I’m just reminding her who did it.”
Chapter Nine
