36. Kage

Chapter 36

Kage

I ’d fucked Camille without a condom.

After seeing her with Dante, I’d been so goddamn aroused, so hellbent on claiming her as mine, that I hadn’t even thought about sheathing up. Now, she was spooned into my front, my arms around her waist, my cum seeping out of her as she slept, and all I could think was: What if I got her pregnant?

Just the thought of having to walk away from her after graduation had seemed impossible. The thought of leaving Camille pregnant to marry Daniella made me feel murderous.

At the same time, the thought of bringing our baby into my world once I took over scared the shit out of me. Even if I could just walk away, turn my back on my heritage, Camille and a baby would always be targets. At least if I stayed, I’d have the power of the family behind me to protect them. And yet, I didn’t want that life for them.

“I can hear you worrying,” Camille said. “Don’t. I’ll take the morning-after pill.”

I closed my eyes. Shit, she was awake, and clearly, she’d been worrying this whole time, too.

I gently turned her until she was facing me. “I’m sorry, Rebel. I didn’t mean to?—”

“I know.” She smiled tremulously. “It’s okay. I’m sure Bianca has some. If not, I’ll go to the store.”

“I don’t want you to take it,” I said abruptly. “I want to keep you. I want to keep any baby that we make together. But…”

Her eyes suddenly filled with tears, and she smiled sadly. “But you can’t. So let’s not get lost in wishes that we wouldn’t even be thinking about if we’d remembered to use a condom. And I should do what I haven’t until now—see the doctor about getting on the pill.”

I yanked her into my arms, holding her tight and biting back the jumble of words threatening to rush out of me. Words about never wanting to give her up. “Let me know when you make the appointment. I’ll go with you.”

She shook her head against me.

I pulled back and caught her chin in my hand. “Yes, Rebel. I’m not going to have you do it alone. Same for getting the morning-after pill.”

She sighed. “Fine.” She bit her lip, then said, “But only if you do something for me.”

I eyed her warily. “What’s that?”

“Make me forget what all this has reminded me of. That we can’t be together. Can’t have a family. I want you to fuck me again, Kage. I want you to be rough. I want you—I want you to…”

“What?”

“I want you to call me a slut.”

My body jerked. I hadn’t shied away from calling her “dirty girl” or even “slut” in the past, but the fact that she was asking me to do it now, right when we were talking about birth control and not being able to be together...

“What the fuck is this about, Rebel? Because if you think for one goddamn moment that’s how I see you?—”

She placed her hand on my chest, and my heart thumped wildly against her palm. “No. I know it’s not about that. It’s just… you talked about Dante being rough… And I know in some ways you still hold back with me. And I don’t want that, Kage. If I’m going to have to let you go eventually, I want all of you now. Everything you can give me. Please.”

I stared at her, but I could see she was being honest. Fucking her hard wasn’t just about her physical desires but her emotional ones, too. And damn, the fact that she had the courage to ask me this made me so fucking proud of her.

I pushed her onto her back on the bed and hovered over her, lowering my hand between her legs. She jerked at my touch.

“Fine. We didn’t talk enough about how you felt when you were with Dante, did we? Tell me how his tongue felt when it was inside you,” I ordered as I drew circles around her clit in a slow, teasing motion while sucking on her earlobe.

Camille had been holding herself tense, but now she slowly relaxed. “It felt so good,” she whispered. Her body responded to my touch so beautifully, her nipples so stiff that I couldn’t resist sucking on them. I felt like I could explore her body for hours and never get tired of it.

“It felt even better,” she continued, her voice breathless, “knowing that you were watching.”

“Yeah. We've already established that my dirty girl likes to be watched.” She nodded, which wasn’t good enough for me. I needed to hear her say it. I slid a finger inside her, then another, my eyes level with hers as I slowly fucked her with my fingers. “Say it, Rebel.”

“I like to be watched,” she moaned, her toes curling as I worked my fingers inside her.

“You like being watched while doing what?” I taunted. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and massaged her clit with my thumb at the same time. God, I loved making her admit how much she liked it. Hearing her say it turned me on like nothing else. “Be more specific.”

“I liked that you were watching as Dante licked my pussy,” she whimpered, her cheeks heating with embarrassment.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Rebel,” I told her with a chuckle. “You’re a dirty little slut, and right now you’re all mine. Own your feelings,” I told her. “Was his tongue better than mine?” I asked, pinching her clit.

She shook her head quickly—a little too quickly. I narrowed my eyes and pinched her harder, not buying it. She sucked in a breath and let out a moan, like she was getting off on the pain. I still saw red whenever I thought of Ty's fingerprints on her neck, but I also couldn't deny he'd been right to sense that she enjoyed pain with her pleasure. I'd already told her that wasn’t my thing, but I loved the idea of giving her a hint of pain when it aroused her so much.

“I heard your moans, Rebel,” I hissed. “I saw the way your back arched when he buried his tongue inside you, the way your body shook as you came all over his face. You loved every fucking second of it because under your good girl, you're a little whore, aren't you?”

She gasped, then nodded. “Yes.”

Knowing she’d loved it when Dante did it to her, I slapped her pretty pink pussy and then fisted my thick cock—she squirmed, back arching, already needing me. I was hard as fuck and ready to be inside her. I wanted to feel her soft folds wrap around me. Sighing, I rubbed the head of my dick against her wetness. She shivered and spread her legs wider, like she was welcoming me inside her.

“You want me to fuck you like you’re a slut, baby girl?” I growled.

“Please,” she whimpered, rolling her hips. The pleasure was so intense, but this time I wasn’t fucking up. I needed to put on a condom.

Grabbing hold of her hands, I lifted them above her head. Then I leaned over to my nightstand and retrieved a condom. As I put it on, I asked, “You sure you want me to be rough?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushing, like it felt wrong and dirty to admit. I pushed apart her folds and thrust two fingers inside her wetness. She gasped, her legs wide open for me.

“Say it.”

“I want you to be rough with me,” she choked out, her hips already grinding back toward me.

“Stay still, Rebel,” I ordered her softly. “You don’t move until I tell you to, got it?”

She nodded, her eyes wide with both fear and excitement.

“Anytime you want me to stop, you say the word ‘Coconut.’”

“Coconut?” she repeated with a breathy giggle.

I nodded. It had to be something neither of us were likely to say naturally during the moment. Cupping her jaw, I kissed her roughly, my tongue clashing against hers. She wrapped her legs around me, trying to draw me in. I shook my head and pulled away.

“No moving until I say so.”

“You better be prepared to punish me, then,” she whispered.

“Legs apart,” I ordered.

She did as I told her, spreading them wide open for me. I flipped her over. “Get on all fours,” I told her, running my fingers over her bare ass.

She eagerly did as I asked, her legs spread just enough for me to see how wet she was for me. Fuck, this girl was incredible. My fingers grazed her ass cheek, then I pulled back my hand and smacked her hard, leaving her skin pink. She jumped but didn’t move.

I’d never hit her harder than this, but I could tell she liked it.

“Good girl,” I praised her. “Now move your knees apart a little more and bend down.”

My cock throbbed as she crouched onto the bed, ass up in the air. I ran the head of my cock along her slit, then slapped her ass again. She groaned, her body squirming. Her swollen pussy was begging to swallow my cock, so I rolled on the condom, lined myself up, and thrust deep inside her.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“You like that?” I asked her. “You’re my little whore, aren’t you, Rebel?” I continued, my balls slamming against her ass cheeks as I fucked her hard from behind. “Except you’re not just mine. You get off on being with other guys.”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Say it, Rebel.”

“I’m your little whore,” she moaned. “A dirty little slut who wants to be fucked by other guys.”

I angled her body down, lifting her ass up so I could drive my cock deeper inside her. She cried out, her pussy so tight I almost couldn’t handle it.

Fuck, I loved the way she felt. The way her pussy contracted around me. I slid in and out of her faster and harder until my body shuddered. Every once in a while, I spanked her ass. I went harder and harder until it got to the point where I worried I was hurting her, but whenever I tried to slow down or go more gently, she cried out for more.

Finally, she came, screaming so loud I couldn’t help but answer with a shout of my own. Grunting, I jerked forward, filling the condom with my cum as she milked me dry.

I fell onto the bed beside her, both exhausted and satisfied.

“Thank you,” she murmured. She curled into my arms as I kissed her forehead. It felt so natural to have her up against me, like we were made for each other. She smiled up at me, her eyes heavy. She was so fucking beautiful it almost killed me.

Camille meant so much to me, more than anyone ever had, yet I couldn't keep her. Seeing her with Dante had been hard, but it had also eased my mind about who would protect her, who would satisfy her after I left. No matter what the future held, I knew that she would be protected and loved.

“Where did you go?” she whispered softly.

“I was just thinking about how fucking special you are,” I muttered. “ Cónaím thú agus gheobhainn bás chun tú a chosaint. ”

“You’ve said that to me before.” She reached out to touch my cheek. “It means ‘show me what you’ve got,’ right? It might take me some time to recover, but I will.”

I smiled, pulling her close to me as my lips found hers. “I lied when I told you that’s what it meant,” I admitted.

“Really?” She frowned. “What does it mean, then?”

“First, I want you to tell me you love me,” I ordered her softly.

“You know I do,” she said.

“I want to hear you say it,” I told her.

Her eyes met mine, full of adoration, fear, and love. “I love you,” she whispered. “More than I probably should. Now tell me what it means.”

“I love you, and I’d die for you,” I murmured, staring deep into her soul. “And I meant every fucking word of it."

Tears filled her eyes as she wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, gazing up at me. "You proved it when you took a bullet for me." She wet her lips, her gaze dropping before she met my eyes again. “I don’t think I could love you any more than I do right now,” she whispered.

"That's exactly how I feel. And I want to make sure you always get what you need, Rebel. What we just did, the spanking, that's as far as I can go with giving you pain with your pleasure. I'm not sure how much more Dante would go, but Ty..."

She frowned. "Why are we talking about him now?"

"Because you know that's where it's headed, baby. I just want you to know, after Ty threw that knife at me—there’s no way I could ever deny he’d die to protect you. It kills me to say it, but if Ty can ever get past whatever's keeping him from being with you, you'll have two men to be with you after I'm gone."

"They'll never take your place," she whispered.

"No, they'll form their own in your heart. They already have." I forced myself to smile. "But hey, I'll take comfort that it will take both of them to satisfy you in bed the way I can."

She forced a smile of her own. I hated that we were talking about this shit. I wanted to prepare her, though. And prepare me. "I love you, Rebel. I always will. And leaving you will be like dying without the hope of getting to Heaven."

Her tears were falling freely now. I kissed them away, holding her tight.

When she calmed a little, she lifted her hand to my face. “Let’s just enjoy the time we do have.” Camille kissed me, her tongue circling mine. A glint in her eyes, her hand made its way down over my chest and stomach. She gripped my cock, her slender fingers running along the length of my shaft.

Fuck, this girl…

One touch, one look, and I'd been a goner from the start. I'd be in hell when I could no longer have her, but I'd have the memory of her to sustain me until the day I died.