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Camille

“Camille…” He whispers my name. “I don’t think that we should. It’s not the time…”

But I don’t let him finish. I lift onto my toes and claim his lips with my own. I don’t want to hear it, I just want this man to fuck me. I don’t want to feel the pain or to think right now. I want the anger and hatred to fade away for just a moment.

This is not healthy but I don’t care right now. The man that I love killed my brother and I am allowed to be as irrational as I want.

When I pull away his eyes are dark with lust and passion.

“Fuck me, Diego. Don’t make me beg for dick.” My voice is thick and coated with lust and desperation.

That’s all he needs to hear.

He lifts me into his arms and he carries me to the bed. His lips collide with mine and our mouths battle for dominance.

I don’t know how he moves with us in his arms. We tumble onto the mattress together, our bodies tangling as the world outside fades away.

Our clothes come off layer by layer. For the first time since we began sleeping with each other, our movements are slower and far more sensual. This has been all I wanted and more. I wanted to break the barrier of just the animalistic fucking that we were doing. But that was before I found out what he had done. Now, I want nothing from him but his cock—for the last time.

I push down the resentment that threatens to bubble up inside of me. I will fuck this man and take what I want from him and then I will set my plan in motion.

He inserts his finger inside of my wet pussy as he uses his thumb to press against my clit. My back arches off the bed and I moan into his mouth. The sensuality of what we are doing makes my body hot. I can feel the flutter in my chest and I know that’s when I need to shift gears. I rip my lips from his and pull his fingers out of my pussy.

“I want to ride you,” I say before I push against his chest hard and force him to lie down.

This is new. I am not usually the one who takes charge during fucking but if this is going to end, then it will end on my terms.

He lays on the bed and his dick is upright and erect. He smiles at me and I slam my lips onto his. I don’t want to see him look happy, not after all that has transpired.

I sit on his dick and my entire body comes undone as he fills me. I force my ass down, taking in all of him and we moan in unison.

“Oh fuck,” he hisses and grabs my hips. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Are you okay?”

I nod my head and lift from his cock a little and then slam myself back down. He fills me to the very brim and we moan in unison again. He grabs one of my breasts in his hand and he tugs on the taut nipple. I hiss from the pain but it is a pleasurable kind of pain, one that I want him to give me again.

“You like when I grab your little nipples like this? You like when I slap you like the dirty little whore you are?”

I don’t respond. The ache in my chest threatens to surface in the form of tears.

I bounce on his dick, up and down. I allow him to fill me repeatedly. I rub my clit, trying to get myself over the edge even faster. There is a purpose to all this and I cannot get lost in ecstasy.

I cannot get lost in him.

My body buckles when he lifts off the bed slightly and begins to rip into me with his forceful thrusts. My boobs bounce in his face as I collapse on top of him. His cock continues to fill me.

“Fuck, you feel amazing, baby,” he says into my ear.

His arms come around me and he pulls me to his chest even tighter. This would have made me melt for him even more before this morning, but now that I know what he has done, my heart feels empty.

“I’m going to come,” he groans into my ear and I am right there with him.

I lift from his hold so he lays flat on his back and I take back the control. I bounce on his dick, my hair wild and the only sound that can be heard in the room is skin meeting skin. My wetness coats his balls with every bounce until, finally, I feel my walls squeeze around him and the orgasm rips through me.

“Fuck!” he growls. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he allows the orgasm to make him come undone.

I collapse onto him and I just sit in this cloud of passion and lust for just a little longer. I want to savor this feeling before I allow the reality of why I did all this to seep in. His hand moves up and down my back in a soothing way as he peppers my neck with kisses.

His actions kill a large part of me. Why? Why did it have to be him? Why was it him who killed my brother?

I lift from him and pull his dick out of my pussy. I don't even look his way. I am too scared of what I will see, so I just hop off the bed. I reach for my shirt and put it on.

“What are you doing? Come back to bed, Camille.”

I ignore him and search for what I’m looking for. I see his gun on the floor at the end of the bed and I walk over to it and pick it up.

“Camille?” He calls my name again. “What are you—“

I turn and point the gun right at his head. “You killed my brother.”