Page 178 of Corrupting Camille

That does it. I break apart, shatter violently, body jerking uncontrollably as pleasure rips through me like fire. I come hard, fierce, sobbing his name, my nails scoring down his back as he fucks me straight through it, relentless, brutal, unyielding.

He groans roughly into my shoulder, hips bucking hard, following me over that same reckless edge. He spills into me hot and deep, a raw, primal growl vibrating through his chest, marking me from the inside out.

We stay tangled together, bodies shaking, chests heaving, breaths mingling as we cling to each other. His fingers trail lazily up and down my spine, like he’s memorizing every tremble, every scar, every shuddering breath.

I shift slightly, still impaled on him, still pulsing with aftershocks. Kane groans softly against my temple, grip tightening around my waist. “Don’t move,” he mutters roughly. “I want you just like this.”

I roll my eyes, smiling softly against his throat. “Is that your ego or your dick talking?”

He chuckles low, dark and rich. “Both. But mostly me.”

I curl closer, tucking myself deeper into his embrace. My heart still hammers wildly, but I whisper against his skin, “This’ll make one hell of a first impression, no panties, jet hair, thoroughly ruined.”

Kane smirks lazily, lips brushing the corner of my mouth. “You think Diego’s wife cares about your hair? She’ll probably pour you tequila and ask how many times I made you scream.”

I swat his chest, face burning hot. “Kane!”

He grins shamelessly, eyes dancing. “What? You think I don’t talk to my family?”

“I think you should stop talking before I die of embarrassment.”

He kisses my shoulder softly, murmuring, “You look fucking perfect in jet hair and no panties. Might make this your official travel uniform.”

“You’re insane.”

He pauses, smile fading into something quieter, raw and achingly honest. “I’m in love with you.”

It hits me like a fist to the heart. Breath stolen, body frozen, heart slamming violently against my ribs. He doesn’t look at me when he says it, doesn’t wait for a response. He just tightens his arms around me, holding me fiercely, protectively.

He didn’t say it to hear it back. He said it because it’s the truth. Because it’s always been the truth.

I press my lips softly to his jaw, whispering into his skin, “I love you, too.”

His breath catches sharply, hands tightening around me like he’ll never let go again.

By the time the plane touches down, I’ve found my panties somewhere beneath the seat and managed to piece together what’s left of my dignity. But as the skyline of Miami rises into view, my stomach knots fiercely, nerves coiling tighter with each passing moment.

Palm trees. Heat. The tense, lethal posture of Kane beside me.

Because Miami isn’t just a city. It’s his city…full of darkness, danger, secrets that breed monsters and devour innocence.

And I’m stepping into it with his marks on my skin, his love written all over me, his family waiting just beyond the tarmac.

I reach instinctively for his hand as we descend the steps.

He takes it without hesitation, fingers threading tightly with mine.

And suddenly I know, without a doubt, whatever hell awaits us here, we’ll face it together…

End Part I

Chapter Seventeen

Camille

The heat hits me first.

It clings to my skin, thick and sultry like an unwanted lover’s touch, intimate, oppressive, unavoidable. This is Kane’s city, a fact that becomes clearer with every step we take off the private jet. Miami breathes differently; it pulses like him, raw, magnetic, dangerous. Salt and jet fuel saturate the air, sharp on my tongue, making my pulse quicken in warning.