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‘Me too. Now show me how needy you are.’
Cam laid back and watched me as I knelt above him and let go, gave into every thrust and let my moans slip freely. Again and again I took his cock deep into me until at last he pressed a thumb against my swollen clit and sent me soaring. Tremors shook my whole body as my pussy clenched around his hardness, my cries lost as he pulled me to him, swallowing them with his kiss. My chest ached with longing and with love as I gave in to the sensations wracking me to my very soul.
My body went rubbery against his as I came down from my high, but he only gave me a moment’s reprieve before tipping me over and pinning me under him.
‘Your wound,’ I whispered as he looked down at me, those dark eyes intense as he looked down at me.
‘Fuck my wound. I’m going to make you come again and again. I want to watch your face as you lose control. Until you beg me to fill your cunt with my cum.’
I trembled beneath him as he rocked into me, his groin crushing hard against my swollen pussy with every thrust.
‘Tell me how much you hate me,’ I whispered as I dug my nails into his back, the sensations in me already ramping up once more.
‘I hate how much I love you. I’d lose everything to spend one minute with you.’
My moans filled the air, and he leaned down over me, continuing his deep strokes as I wrapped my legs about his hips.
‘I hate that your neediness drives me crazy. That one lap at your wet cunt has me craving to taste you on my tongue forever.’
His words were hot against my neck as I arched my back, tilting my hips so his thrusts hit even further inside me.
‘I hate that your tight little cunt has me wanting to be inside you every minute of the day. I dream about losing myself inside you. About your whimper as I stretch you around me. I hate how your cheeks redden when I call you a good girl, and how your body aches for my touch, leaving me wanting to praise you every minute of every day.’
My breath hitched as his strokes quickened along with my pulse, his hips hammering into me as he drove me to the edge.
‘I hate how I’d burn the fucking world down just for one of your smiles. I hate how much I love you with every fibre of my being. Because you own me, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.’
Fireworks went off in my head as he groaned in my ear, his muscles tensing as my pussy crashed around his cock. A scream ripped from my lungs as I came, orgasming so hard it was almost painful around his thick length.
‘Yes, my good girl, come around my cock. That’s it. Just like that. Such a good, good girl.’
He fisted his hands in my hair, tugging roughly as his hips jutted, groaning loudly against me as he spilled his desire deep inside of me.
We lay tangled, sweat slickened and spent, in one another’s arms, until the skies darkened over the city.
‘I love you so fucking much.’ I whispered as I drifted off, knowing that at last, I had found my place in the world. Beside him, beneath him, surrounded by him.
CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
CAMERON
Voices murmured around the room as I stood facing the men who made up the upper echelons of my organisation. The numbers had been thinned out considerably as I cleaned up the ranks, instilling my most trusted men in place of those whose loyalty to my father had usurped their loyalty to me.
Maeve stood at my side, looking every bit commanding as my men eyed her, unsure of her role. I intended to clear it up real fast.
‘You will all treat my wife with the respect that you give to me. Her orders stand without needing my back up, anyone running back to me for permission will be seen as trying to undermine her. Maeve is my equal, and will be taking charge of multiple aspects of our work, particularly in tracking down, and eradicating those who were working secretly with my father on his--‘ I paused, the words still foul against my teeth, ‘--trafficking operation.’
‘As you will have heard, Maeve and I have both chosen to adopt her maternal surname, and from now on we are the MacKenzie clan.’
A voice sounded from the back of the room. ‘You cannae take a lassie’s name.’
Before I opened my mouth, Maeve stepped forward, narrowing her eyes at the man, Bill, who had spoken.
‘Is my mother’s name not good enough for him? Do you think him less of a man for deigning to stray from his asshole of a father’s name?’ Her heels clicked on the floor as she rounded the table, all eyes following her as she made her way behind the man. Sweat beaded visibly on his forehead as she stood behind him. Before he could speak, she had her knife to his throat, the one she had taken to keeping on her person.
A drop of blood graced the tip of the blade as she pressed it tightly to his gulping throat. ‘Because I can guarantee you he is all man.’
He paled beneath her fingers, his knuckles whitening against the table.
