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Half an hour later, the Harley slows to a stop, and the engine ceases rumbling. Nights fading fast while the sky is a deep purple.
“Where are we?” As I wipe my tear-stained eyes, huge houses with character materialize. The one we’re parked in front of has black shutters and a dreamy trellis, a beautiful home. It’s not a statement the owner has money; it shows they care.
“Keep your voice down when we get inside,” Camdyn orders. “Mom will be pissed you’re here.”
“Then take me home.” I hesitate. As always, I’m the only one between the two of us suffocating and vulnerable.
His fingers curl around my arm, and he tugs me across the flagstone.
As we enter, I hear the thrumming of my heart in my chest. Camdyn’s fingers join through mine. I imagine him supporting me like his brothers, Leith and Jamie—compassionate, whispering everything will be okay—as he leads me up the stairs, but silence wedges between us. He’s more intimidating than the bear he also called a brother.
We enter a dark room. He closes the door, locks it, and flicks on the lights.
“Thanks for—”
Camdyn growls in irritation. “Shouldn’t have got to that.”
“I’m not arguing with you, Camdyn. You . . .” Do you care? Tears bite my eyes.
“I’ve asked you not to.” He grips my chin and tips my jaw, letting his heavy, callused hand collect my tears. Silently, I’m slid onto the edge of the bed.
The sight of lust flaring in Camdyn’s gaze burns me from the inside out, and not in a good way. “You’ve saved my life, Cam, yet I still question your feelings.”
“Don’t give me that. You’re leaving the house at all hours of the night. You had my supply of ass all over town, Willow.” He laughs, but there’s no humor in his voice. “What if he had . . .”
“Lost your voice, you crazy bastard? What if JT raped me?” I screech, still reeling over the current events. The crap I call life hasn’t caught up to me. I’d not quite freaked out over tonight. The terror surrounding my mom still held me captive. Now, though, reality sinks in. “JT took me home to screw and cut me to pieces.”
“They tried. You belong to me, Willow!” Camdyn shoves his hand beneath my shirt and the wire of my bra. A glimmer of amusement and dark attraction dance in Camdyn’s eyes as he traces the soft, silky flesh of my lips with his other hand. “Nobody touches you but me.”
I press my mouth hard.
“Open. Suck,” he thickly orders. I shake my head.
Camdyn’s stiff hand jabs the epicenter of his solid chest. “You need verbal validation to hear I care? I found you. I fight for you. I keep you safe!”
My attention latches onto the beautiful distraction. What’s with the visceral desire to bond, Willow? He saved you. I’m too damaged to feel the normal prevalent emotions after a person is abducted. Fear. Sadness. Disgust. What should I feel? In a sick turn of events, all I feel is delicious, dark desire.
As if sensing my compliance, the hand beneath my shirt becomes gentle. He traces the circular shape of my breasts, fingertips following the soft skin. With the groan of a lion, Camdyn asks, “Have I jumped enough hoops to own your pussy, Willow?”
Without waiting for an answer, his head disappears beneath my shirt. He gently pops my breasts from the bra cups. Groaning, Camdyn tastes the soft flesh, lapping at my silky nipple.
Writhing in his lap, I ardently press my pussy against his erection. I may only feel numb at heart, yet my sweet spot is alive at the thought of him. His name weighs heavy at the tip of my tongue, ready to purr past my lips.
“This is me showing you I fucking care, Lo.” Camdyn’s hand slips into my pants, seeking the tiny button that unleashes more agonizing desire. “This and killing any motherfucker who touches what I fucking placed my mouth on.”
In a last-ditch effort to recall who I am, my fingers slip around Camdyn’s wrist. I stop his salacious stroke of my slit. “Cam, I was almost ra—”
His hands smooth over the sides of my face. There’s a desperation to his touch as if anchored in fear. Camdyn has manipulated my heart so much that I almost tug away, yet the tender, soothing strokes are a balm to my soul. I also can’t help but notice not only what he says but how he says it. No accent. No Scottish brogue. No mask. It feels like something has changed. This feels . . . real.
His voice grows heavy, velvety. “Don’t say that. I saved you. You keep your mind on me, Lo. Nothing else. Cam’s got you.”
My salted tears coat our tongues. The kiss is dark, frantic, consumed by desolation and hunger. When I pant for air, his arms swoop around me, offering the consolation his mouth is incapable of. My heart’s shattering, and his heart drums stronger for me. Camdyn MacKenzie enthralls me. His brothers made me feel raw, genuine hope. I craved that compassion. However, the dark, chaos eddying about Camdyn destroys any sentiment for another human, any apprehension, any trepidation—leaving only the two of us.
“Fuck everything else, Lo. You got me.”
As his thumb strokes my clit, my breathing hollows. His finger squeezes into my sex, pumping in and out. Warmth pools in my stomach, and I rather this madness to the tragedy surrounding my mom.
“Cam, my virginity’s my gift to you? A show of appreciation?” My teeth grind in frustration. “Then show me you care.” Tell me you love me.
He grabs my hand, though I try in vain to wriggle away.
“This is how I show I care, Willow.” He places my hand over his jeans where his raging hard cock lies in dark anticipation. His rough mouth crushes onto mine, drowning out my protests. If I’m consenting to Camdyn as a lovely distraction in my turbulent, dark world, then I want love.
I struggle against Camdyn, determined to tell him so. But his domination unnerves and shocks my core. I draw in a shaky breath when he abandons my lips to bite the vulnerable skin at the junction of my neck and shoulder. A deep groan emits from his throat. At a last-ditch effort for sanity, I search for the strength to push him away. But my traitorous body begs to forget the world. A dark typhoon pulls me under, and his name’s Camdyn motherfucking MacKenzie.
