Page 228 of Corrupting Camille
His palm cracks sharply against my ass, making me jolt forward. A cry tears from my throat, pain mixing deliciously with raw, aching pleasure.
“Louder, Muñequita,” he commands harshly, delivering another stinging slap, harder, crueler. “I want everyone down there to hear who owns this pussy.”
“It’s yours,” I cry out, voice broken and needy, the burn from his hand making me wetter, more desperate. “Only yours. Please…”
“That’s right,” he whispers roughly, gripping my hips brutally as he aligns himself, pressing just inside me, stretching, teasing, making me whine with desperation. “And now you’re going to take every fucking inch, princess.”
He thrusts forward in one merciless stroke, burying himself to the hilt, filling me so completely I nearly collapse. He holds me up by sheer force, fingertips bruising my flesh, breathing hot against my neck as he leans over my trembling body.
“Good girl,” he praises darkly, voice dripping sin and ownership. “Now take it like the filthy little slut you love to be.”
He fucks me hard, savage, hips snapping violently, cock pounding relentlessly inside me. Pleasure coils, spiraling tighter with every brutal thrust, until I’m screaming, clawing at the glass, vision blurred, body shaking uncontrollably.
“That’s it,” he snarls, driving deeper, harder, claiming every inch of me. “Come on my cock, Camille. Show me how much you fucking love this.”
I shatter instantly, violently, falling apart around him, body jerking helplessly, pleasure so intense it hurts. His mouth finds my ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, breath hot and possessive.
“I’m nowhere near finished with you yet,” he warns, voice low, dangerous, and devastatingly seductive. “But first, let’s make sure everyone down there knows exactly who fucked you senseless.”
And he thrusts deeper, starting all over again.
Nothing but madness.
Kane
Camille’s cheeks are flushed violently, her lips swollen from my rough kisses, her dress twisted from my harsh, possessive grip. She attempts subtlety as we rejoin the group, but Diego spots it instantly, his brow arching with dark amusement. Marisol and Reina whisper cruelly, laughter sharp and knowing.
“Enjoy the view from the top, hermano?” Diego drawls, eyes glinting with sinister humor.
Marisol smirks wickedly. “Camille certainly did.”
Camille ducks her head, blushing fiercely. She’s devastating, hair wild from my fists, skin still glowing from the rough claiming, utterly, irreversibly mine.
I anchor her tightly against me, shamelessly possessive. “Best fucking ride at this carnival.”
Lucia cringes dramatically. “Gross.”
Diego chuckles deeply. “Behave, hermano. Spare the innocents.”
Rosa smiles softly, approvingly. “Ignore them. Young love is beautiful.”
Camille’s gaze meets mine, trusting, vulnerable. For a brief, fleeting moment, everything feels right.
Until my phone buzzes sharply, slicing through the fragile calm. Only two people use this direct line—neither ever brings good news.
I remain composed, showing no outward reaction. Not yet.
“I’ll be right back,” I whisper, pressing a possessive kiss to Camille’s temple. She senses the shift immediately, her eyes narrowing with quiet worry, but she stays silent. She trusts me implicitly.
Sliding effortlessly into the shadows, I pull out my phone. The message is blunt, brutal:
We caught someone. You're being tailed. South parking lot.
Ice floods my veins, dark adrenaline igniting beneath my skin. That savage part of me—sleeping, patient, eternally starved—snaps awake, eager to taste blood. Someone chose violence. Fine. They'll choke on it.
I glance over my shoulder, catching Camille’s laughter as she stands, oblivious, radiant, trusting me implicitly to guard her from monsters like myself. Diego’s eyes meet mine briefly, humor bleeding instantly into lethal understanding. He'll watch what's mine.
The second I melt into shadow, the switch flips.
