Page 204 of Corrupting Camille
Marisol and Reina are already refilling our drinks. Reina hands me something fruity and cold and probably dangerous, while Marisol tugs me up from the bench.
“You’re officially one of us now,” she announces.
“Oh?” I raise a brow.
“You’ve met Rosa, eaten carne asada, and survived our warning speech.”
Reina grins. “There’s only one thing left.”
The music shifts suddenly, pulsing through the air with an irresistible rhythm that instantly lights up the twins’ faces. Reina grabs my hand, tugging me toward the makeshift dance floor as Marisol slides in behind us, laughter bubbling like champagne from her lips.
“Hope you know how to move your hips, Camille,” Reina warns, eyes glittering mischievously. “Because we’re officially judging you.”
“Oh God,” I groan playfully, already feeling warmth bloom in my cheeks. “Be gentle.”
“Gentle?” Marisol scoffs, taking my other hand and guiding me effortlessly. “Wrong crowd.”
The reggaeton beat kicks harder, faster, flowing through my veins like pure fire. I let the rhythm wash over me, rolling my hips, matching the sway of theirs. My pulse quickens, heart racing, as the twins dance circles around me, their energy contagious and wild. I loosen my shoulders, laughing openly as they shout encouragement over the music, urging me into deeper, bolder moves.
“Eso, Camille!” Marisol cheers, spinning gracefully, curls flying around her face. “You’re a natural!”
I grin back at her, feeling free in a way I haven’t felt in forever, the ache in my chest loosening, melting beneath the heat and music. “You two might just kill me!”
Reina winks wickedly. “That’s the point, chica!”
Just when I think I’ve found my rhythm, the song shifts again, softer, sultrier and Reina’s eyes gleam with anticipation. She grabs my hands, positioning them gently but firmly, guiding me through the first smooth steps of bachata. My heart pounds harder, my body flushes warm, hips falling naturally into the seductive sway she leads. Marisol slips behind me, hands lightly gripping my waist as they move me in tandem, their effortless sensuality urging my confidence higher.
“See?” Reina murmurs, playful and approving. “Told you. You’ve got it.”
“Yeah,” Marisol agrees, voice teasing at my ear. “Kane’s in trouble.”
I laugh breathlessly, moving fluidly between them, surrendering fully to the intoxicating music and their relentless encouragement. We dance together, wrapped in warmth and laughter, the whole world narrowing down to just this moment music and movement and freedom.
Then, abruptly, the rhythm changes again, fast, sharp, unmistakably salsa and I groan dramatically, eyes wide with panic. “No way, I’ll break something!”
But the twins just laugh louder, pulling me even deeper into their wild circle, refusing to let me retreat. “Trust us,” Reina shouts gleefully. “You’re ready.”
They spin me effortlessly, hands guiding, hips swaying, the twins’ laughter ringing loud and vibrant as they pull me deeper into the music. My heart pounds reckless and wild, lost completely to a feeling I’ve forgotten…pure, intoxicating joy.
And then, in a heartbeat, the air shifts.
I feel it before I see it, the unmistakable weight of his gaze pressing against me. When I look up, my pulse catches sharply, tripping fast and hard beneath my skin. Kane stands at the edge of the yard, dark eyes riveted, fixed on my every move. His stare drags slowly down my body, blatant and possessive, like his fingers tracing my curves, branding my skin with each heated second he watches.
Heat floods me, pooling low, my body tightening as awareness sharpens every nerve, every breath.
Marisol leans closer, voice rich with wicked amusement. “Don’t worry. He loves watching you dance.”
Reina laughs softly, eyes bright, lips curling. “Oh, he definitely does. You should see his face right now. That man’s fucking gone.”
I shiver at the thought, cheeks flushing, feeling bold, feeling reckless beneath his watchful eyes. The way he stares at me makes me powerful, dangerous, like I’ve set a match to him and walked away smiling, ready to burn alongside him.
“Oh shit, Camille,” Reina drawls suddenly, gaze flicking behind me, wicked grin widening. “Brace yourself.”
I laugh breathlessly, still dizzy from dancing. “Why?”
But I don’t get a chance to hear her answer.
Because Kane is already there, closing the distance between us with a lethal stride, his expression dark, fierce, promising punishment. His eyes lock on mine, intense and unyielding, holding me captive as the air around us crackles like a live wire.
