Page 218 of Corrupting Camille
“Good.” Lena’s voice grows fiercely protective. “He better treat you like the priceless fucking diamond you are, or I’ll carve his ass up myself.”
“You’d try.”
“No, honey, I’d succeed.” She pauses, her tone sharpening with mischievous intent. “Now, stop hiding in billionaire daddy’s sheets. You owe me every filthy detail, starting right now.”
"He took me to Miami with him," I say quietly, sinking deeper into the bed, curling tighter into Kane’s lingering warmth. "He’s got this massive compound overlooking the ocean. Guards everywhere, security tighter than Fort Knox.”
“Hot.” Lena hums, low and appreciative. “Sounds like cartel Disneyland.”
I snort softly. “Pretty much. There’s something…different about him here. More intense. More protective. It’s like he’s always braced for someone to try to rip me away.”
"Probably because he's a ruthless crime lord and has enemies lined up around the block," Lena says dryly. "Honestly, it's adorable. Psychotic, but adorable."
I bite back a laugh. “Adorable isn’t exactly the word I’d use for Kane Rivera.”
“Sexy-terrifying?” she offers helpfully.
“Closer.”
Her voice drops conspiratorially. "Still royalty level oral?"
Heat flares again, washing over my skin in a sharp, delicious wave. My thighs clench reflexively at the vivid memories, Kane’s hands pinning me down, his mouth devouring every inch of my body, voice rasping filthy promises until I shattered around him. Every touch, every thrust, every breath of his was designed to unravel me completely. "god-tier."
Lena’s laugh is pure delight, scandalized and triumphant. “God-tier oral and a cartel castle overlooking the ocean? Damn, Cami, sign me up for therapy now, because clearly, my daddy issues aren't working nearly as well as yours.”
“Shut up,” I murmur, smiling despite myself. “It’s not just sex. There’s something…deeper. More intense than before. Like he’s letting me into parts of himself he’s kept hidden from everyone else.”
Silence lingers briefly, heavy with Lena’s unspoken understanding. “That’s because he’s finally got you exactly where he wants you, babe,” she says softly. “You’re under his skin, in his head, buried somewhere deep inside that twisted, possessive heart. You were always his endgame—he just needed you to admit it first.”
I squeeze my eyes shut against the sudden ache, breath hitching. “Lena—”
“No, no, we’re not doing denial, babe,” she says firmly, cutting me off. “Own your shit. You’re in love with Kane Rivera.”
The truth settles over me, heavy and irrevocable,“God, Lena, I’m so in love with him it hurts.”
“There you go.” Lena’s voice is quietly proud, warm with affection. “Welcome to your villain era, my beautiful, messy queen.”
“Lena…” The words stall on my tongue as the bathroom door swings open, Kane emerging in a cloud of steam, every inch of him bare and glistening. My breath catches, eyes tracing the chiseled lines of his body—the dark tattoos winding around taut muscles, droplets of water slipping down hard, defined abs.
His gaze locks onto mine instantly, searing, predatory. A slow smirk tilts his lips, as if he knows exactly how violently my heart is hammering beneath my ribs.
“Camille?” Lena’s voice filters distantly through the phone, vaguely amused. “Babe, did you just glitch?”
I blink rapidly, heat flooding my cheeks, pulse racing like wildfire. “I…”
“Hang up,” Kane murmurs, his voice rough velvet, dark and commanding, eyes never wavering from mine. He moves toward me, sleek and purposeful, every step exuding raw power and dominance. “I’m hungry.”
A shiver bolts down my spine, thighs clenching instinctively. “Lena, I have to…”
“Oh my god, is he naked?” Lena’s laughter rings out, scandalized and delighted. “Damn it, Camille, stop hoarding and share…”
I barely register her teasing because Kane is already on me, grabbing my ankle in a powerful grip, tugging me roughly to the edge of the bed. A startled gasp tumbles from my lips, phone slipping from my grasp as he cages me beneath him.
“Hang up now,” he repeats, voice thick with possessive hunger, eyes burning darkly into mine. He dips his head, lips brushing my neck, breath hot against my skin. “Or Lena’s going to hear exactly how desperate you sound when you beg.”
Heat ignites every nerve ending in my body, a sharp, aching need pooling low in my belly. Scrambling, I blindly grab for the phone, breathless as I manage a final, shaky whisper. “I’ll call you later, Lena.”
“You fucking better,” Lena laughs wickedly, voice fading as I hang up, dropping the phone to the floor.
