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He slides a hand up my back, grabbing a handful of my hair, and pulling my head back as he takes my nipple in his mouth, slowly he licks his way up my body, reaching my lips, I open for him, and as I slip my tongue inside I feel him getting hard again inside me. Pulling back, I raise an eyebrow at him, but all I get is a slap on my arse before he’s on his feet with me in his arms, legs wrapped around him and heading for the bedroom.

Seventeen

Blue

Laying here with Cam curled against me, I think about the scars on her body. After I took her a second time in the bedroom, she passed out instantly, her face flushed and lips swollen. I watch her sleep while scanning every inch of her and cataloguing every damn scratch that taints her beautiful body. Each mark, and there are many, makes my blood boil. I may know about the abuse, but I don’t know everything, and that in itself is an issue.

I saw her face after I admitted that I knew her real name and where she was born, it barely touches the surface of what I actually know, but I’m not supposed to share the details of a job with the client. Fuck, I’m sure as shit not meant to sleep with one either.

This job, Sean Donovan, is personal, and I really can’t afford to get distracted by a beautifully damaged woman, wrapped in a body of sin perfect for me to get lost in and quietens my own demons while I fuck her. Cam’s different and that worries me. This woman has the potential to bring me to my knees.

As Cam begins to stir, I harden my resolve, putting my arsehole mask firmly back in place. Her hand rests on my chest, and as she wakes, she trails her fingers down my abs to the edge of the quilt that rests just above where my cock starts to rouse ready for round three. She slides her fingers underneath, but before she can reach what she’s seeking, I grab her wrist stopping her.

“As much as I would love to fuck you again, we need to talk, Cam.” She sighs, trying to pull her hand from my grip, but I tighten my hold. And when she tries to fight harder, I pull on her arm forcing her body on top of mine. I soon realise that was a bad idea, as her warm heat makes contact with my ever-hardening cock. And for all of a second, I forget about the conversation we are meant to have and imagine sinking my cock into her again and again.

Grabbing her face in my hands, I gently draw her to me, brushing her lips with mine. But she’s not satisfied with that and using her hands for leverage, pushes herself closer, kissing me savagely and biting my bottom lip. Before I even catch my breath, she’s straddling me with her hands on my chest as she begins to rock her hips. Her pussy is soaked with the remnants of her own orgasm and my cum, and it takes everything in me to grasp her hips and stop her movements.

“Cam,” I implore, and as I look into her eyes, it’s like looking in a fucking mirror. Her demons are riding her hard right now, she needs this. I’ll give it to her, but she’ll have to give me what I need too. “Start talking,” I demand, my voice hard and leaving no room for her to argue. Rolling my hips, combined with the hold I have on her, allows enough friction so she gets the message of what the deal is.

“You’re using sex to make—” I roll my hips again making her groan, “to get what you want. That’s fucked up, you know?” she stutters out, and I just cock an eyebrow at her.

“Yeah, but we’ll both be happy in the end,” I say, with another roll of my hips that has her head falling back and eyes closing with pleasure.

“You’re a fucking arsehole!” she breathes out, digging her fingernails into my chest. I welcome the bite of pain as my cock pulses beneath her. She’s not wrong about me being an arsehole, but she’ll give me what I need.

“Talk, Camryn. What happened today?” My hold is firm as she tries to move, and she huffs out a breath.

“I went to lunch, and when I returned there was a delivery on my desk,” she pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, “it was a bouquet of flowers,” I roll my hips, encouraging her to continue, “of black lilies,” she breathes out on a moan.

“Who were they from?” I ask her, she shakes her head. Initially, I take it to mean she doesn’t know but I’m wrong.

“I didn’t check if there was a card, I didn’t need to. There’s only one person that would send me those flowers.” I grit my teeth as I realise what she’s saying. Feeling that I’m losing her and needing to keep myself calm too, I slide her back and forth along my dick, almost bringing her to orgasm before stopping.

My voice is hoarse when I speak, and I’m not sure if it’s from pleasure or anger. “Are you saying that Sean sent those flowers to you, Cam?” Clearly unable to speak, she nods, and that’s it my restraint snaps. I lift her, just enough to be able to slide her back down on my cock, causing her to cry out, then I roll us over and pound into her like the devil is fucking chasing me.

When she screams out her orgasm, I pull out, flipping her over onto all fours before slamming back into her. Grabbing a handful of her hair, that has her arching her back, I lean forward whispering in her ear.

“What do they mean, Camryn?” Her stuttered reply has my own demon rearing its fucking head. The rage and pleasure mixing together has me driving into her faster as her sweet little cunt squeezes my cock and throws me over the edge into an abyss of pleasure bathed in darkness.

As awareness seeps back in, I become conscious of how rough I was, and a sliver of regret makes itself known. When I look to Cam, I see that I needn’t have worried. With her head to the side and hair mussed, I can see the glazed look in her eyes. Pulling out and dropping down next to her, I roll to my side facing her and swipe her sweat slicked hair from her face before running a finger across her cheek and lifting her chin so her eyes meet mine. I search her eyes for even a hint of fear that my roughness may have caused, but I don’t see any. Cam obviously senses the direction my thoughts have gone as her hand reaches out and runs down my cheek.

“I’m fine, Ryder. In fact, I’m better than fine,” she tells me, as my hand comes up to rest on hers.

“He’ll pay, Cam. I’ll make him pay for it all,” I vow, and no matter what else happens, I won’t rest until he’s dead.

“Ryder, he knows where I am.” Her voice is strong, but I hear what she didn’t say, and the fear behind her words. She knows as well as I do that he’ll never stop and will keep coming for her, but what he doesn’t know is that she’smine. And I protect what’s mine, and I’m prepared to pay in blood to do it.

“Yeah. Yeah, he does.” I can’t lie, I may be lying to her about other things, but this? I won’t lie to her about this.

I wrap her in my arms, and I can almost hear the fear whispering beneath her skin. She lays awake for a long time, and I know she’s aware I’m awake too, though neither of us say a word.

And even when she finally slips into sleep, my brain refuses to rest. Cam’s whispered reply about what the flowers meant had me wanting to find that fucker Sean and spend the whole night making him pay, watching the blood drain from his body as I cut into his flesh and relish his cries of pain, but instead, I buried myself deep inside what was once his.

I let my demons bathe in the darkness while I made Cam mine. And she ismine.

Eighteen

Camryn

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