Page 224 of Corrupting Camille
“Really?” She laughs softly, almost shy, gripping it with both arms.
“Consider it a trophy,” I say quietly, darkly, leaning closer again. My voice dips into something raw, edged with unmistakable promise. “And later, when I’ve got you head down and ass up, it'll be something you can scream into."
Camille’s eyes flare wide, heat rushing up her neck to color her cheeks a furious shade of pink. She shifts on her feet, clearly torn between embarrassment and arousal, her grip tightening reflexively on the oversized bear.
“You’re fucking shameless,” she whispers breathlessly, voice shaking, pupils dilating with undeniable hunger.
“You love it,” I rasp, lips grazing the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “You love it when I’m filthy. Admit it.”
She inhales sharply, pulse throbbing visibly at the base of her throat, defiance warring openly with submission in her gaze. “Maybe.”
“Definitely.” I catch her chin between my fingers, forcing her eyes to mine.
She shudders visibly, eyes darkening, breath hitching in anticipation. I step back just enough to give her space to breathe, a wicked smirk curving my lips
“Now,” I murmur softly, tucking a loose curl behind her ear, my touch deceptively gentle. “Go show Lucia your new trophy. Let her know exactly who won.”
She glares, “You’re an asshole, Kane Rivera.”
I grin darkly, possessively, sliding my thumb over her lower lip savoring how she trembles beneath my touch. “And yet you can’t get enough.”
Camille rolls her eyes, biting back a reluctant smile as she pulls away, gripping the enormous stuffed bear with exaggerated possessiveness. Lucia and the twins rush over, laughter bursting from their mouths as Camille holds up the massive stuffed animal triumphantly.
“I hate to say it, but Kane kicked my ass,” Camille admits grudgingly, eyes twinkling despite herself.
Lucia grins, nudging her playfully. “Yeah, that’s because he cheats.”
Marisol snorts, arm looping casually around her sister. “He always cheats.”
I watch them all together, the playful banter, their laughter rising effortlessly above the noise. Diego shifts slightly beside me, mouth twitching into something that resembles a smile.
"Look at you," he murmurs quietly, amusement threading through his voice. "Almost enjoying yourself."
"Don't fucking start," I grumble, but I can’t quite bite back the faint smirk pulling at the corners of my mouth.
Marisol catches my eye, brows raised in mocking disbelief. “Is that an actual smile, Kane? Careful, your face might crack.”
Camille glances back at me, her eyes warm and teasing, lips curving into a soft, secretive smile reserved just for me.
“See?” she says sweetly. “Told you a night out wouldn’t kill you.”
I shake my head slowly, fighting another grin as the twins erupt into fresh laughter, Lucia tugging Camille toward the next bright attraction. I follow closely, keeping watch, tension still coiled deep within me, but for just one night, just one fucking moment, I let myself breathe.
Camille returns moments later with a fresh, sugary churro in hand, eyes dancing mischievously. “Want a bite?”
My gaze slides over her, lingering meaningfully on her lips. “Always.”
She rolls her eyes again but steps closer, holding the churro to my mouth. I take a slow, deliberate bite, eyes locked onto hers the entire time, tasting sugar, cinnamon, and her lingering heat.
She blushes slightly, pulling the churro away and pointedly taking a huge bite herself. “That’s enough for you.”
Fucking typical.
We drift through the carnival again, the family shifting around us like a constellation—Diego murmuring something to Rosa that makes her laugh softly, the twins shamelessly stealing sips from their boyfriends’ drinks, and Lucia racing recklessly ahead toward some gravity ride I wouldn’t let Camille near if my life depended on it.
Camille’s eyes light up, sugary cravings pulling her toward a stand glowing beneath the Ferris wheel. She emerges momentslater clutching a rainbow popsicle, lips curving with childish delight as she brings it slowly to her mouth.
My entire body goes rigid.
