“Don’t move a muscle,” he says as he pulls down my pants and groans when he sees the evidence of my arousal. “Look how much your body craves my touch, love.” He dips his finger through my slit and rubs it all the way to my clit. My jaw slacks and I fist my hands against the wall, trying to resist threading them through his hair and forcing his mouth to my throbbing core.
Cameron glances up at me, his eyes so endearing it wakes something in me. That’s all he seems to do is uncover things that I thought were long dead.
He doesn’t look away as he brings his lips to my center and strokes his tongue through my pussy. His mouth closes around my clit, and he shuts his eyes like he’s savoring a high. Then he lets out a low groan as he grips my thighs and buries his tongue inside me.
I cry out, knees buckling as the pleasure thunders through me. Cameron laps at my center like he truly wants me to lose my sanity. My hands find his lovely, soft hair and my hips lightly buck as he sucks and licks me like a feral beast. I climax quickly and bury my teeth into my lower lip to keep from screaming as he devours me entirely.
He laps up my release greedily and doesn’t let up until I’m wriggling in his hands and begging for him to give me a moment to catch my breath.
Cameron finally stops and licks his lips as I slide down the wall until my ass hits the sparring mat. My breaths are uneven, and I gasp when he picks me up as if I weigh nothing more than an assault rifle.
“What are you doing?” I pant, pressing my hand to his chest. His lust-filled eyes find mine as he sets me down on the table among the combat knives. My pulse spikes, and fear enters my veins as he picks up an ebony blade.
“I’m going to fuck you until you’re weeping, but just in case I lose myself”—he places the knife in my hand—“I want you to feel safe with me, Em. I want…at least one person to feel safe with me,” he whispers, his eyes averted, anguished.
A pulse of pain spreads through my chest at his admission. I know how difficult it is for him to be vulnerable. Cameron doesn’tdovulnerable.
I take the knife and offer him a reassuring smile. He pauses, thumbs hooked around his pants, and stares down at my body spread out on the table like I’m a sacrifice. I force my eyes away, knowing he doesn’t feel anything for me makes irrational emotions flare to the surface of my heart.
It’s just sex.
A moment later, the sound of his pants hitting the ground draws my gaze back to him. His cock is throbbing and leaking precum at the tip.
I lick my lips as I watch him fist himself and align his tip to my entrance. Cameron’s hair falls over his forehead as he pushes inside me. His brows knit and his mouth parts as he spreads me with his thickness. My back arches with the pressure and pleasure filling my stomach.
“Fuck, you’re wrapping around my dick so tightly,” he groans, pressing his lips along my collarbone as he brings his hips flush with mine. I whimper into his neck. I’ve never been stuffed to the brim like he fills me. My hips buck against him, begging for him to move and make me come.
Cameron chuckles and nips at the soft skin at the back of my jawline. He concedes to my cries and starts pumping into me. My legs wrap around his waist, and my fingers dig into his shoulders.
The way he embraces me so tenderly but thrusts his hips so ruthlessly makes every thought in my mind tilt on its axis. I wantevery part of him. Every drop of his sinful body, his murderous touch.
I want all of it.
My fingers thread through his hair, and my palms rest gently against his cheeks as he breathes heavily above me. His sage eyes meet mine, and the dullness that keeps that heart locked up in ice melts a bit. He slows, staring into my soul with endearment at first, but fear slowly stretches across his gaze.
He quickly brings his chest to mine. I’m swarmed with warmth and his scent.
“I hate when you look at me like that,” he whispers in my ear, that cold edge returning to his voice. He thrusts into me hard, making me yelp. What the fuck just happened?
I take a deep breath and bite his shoulder.
He growls, and the vibration carries through my chest and reaches my heart. “I hate that I’m stuck protectingyou,” he shouts and it startles me. Then softer. “You’re the worst thing to happen to me.” His voice breaks.
“Cameron.” I hate how upset I sound. I try swallowing the lump in my throat.
“This is the last time I’m going to fuck you. I don’t want you to touch me ever again.I hate it.I hate the way your hands feel on my skin,” he says in a low, disdainful voice. His arms wrap around my shoulders and lift me until my chest is against his.
“I hate you,” I say, biting back tears as I try shoving him away from me, but his arms are secured around me. “I fucking hate you! You think I want to be tied up in this psychotic underworld with you of all people?!” I drop the knife he gave me and pound my fists against his ribs.
He doesn’t let me go; he only lifts me off the table, cock still raging hard inside me and helping hold me up, as he carries me to a dark corner. He presses his back against the wall and slides down until he’s sitting on the ground and I’m in his lap.
Our connection only infuriates me more. What the fuck is he doing? I’m so sick of his hot and cold attitude switches.Self-sabotaging asshole.
“Cameron, let me go,” I say sternly.
He loosens his arms and lets them slump to his sides, but his forehead remains on my shoulder. Our silence carries for a few seconds. Emotions burn inside my head like licks of fire.
“You don’t hate me, Em. That’s the problem, don’t you see?” he murmurs. Why does he have to say it so sadly? His breath is hot against my neck, and it sends chills down my spine.
