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Camille

When I wake from my nap, I find his note by the coffee table. I am tempted to tear it but I hold myself back. The man is simply trying to keep me breathing. It’s a frustrating thing to be made to feel like a child. Whatever truth that is being kept from me is something that I am sure I can handle.

I pull the blanket off my body and walk over to the window. The moon hangs high in the sky creating a blue hue over the city. I have lived in this city all my life, and never once did I think that there was a deep underbelly that has been living right under my nose.

I stand by the window, watching the cars go by. To think that three months earlier my life was completely different. My biggest stress was making sure that I had enough crayons for my class, and now I am dodging bullets and trusting murderers to protect me.

My phone vibrates on the table, pulling me out of my thoughts. I grab it quickly, relief washing over me when I see Louise’s name on the screen. A text.

Louise: Woman, where the hell are you?

I groan out loud. With all the craziness, I forgot that I actually have somewhat of a normal life outside of this with people who care for me.

Me: I’m okay, I just needed to take a breather. Dead brother and all haha.

Louise: Umm, let's not joke about that, my friend. I know you use humour to deflect but I am worried about you. Are you doing drugs? Have you joined a sex cult? Maybe we can get out of the city some time? It could really do you some good.

Me: Definitely the sex cult. I’ve even met my very own gigolo.

I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of me. It felt so nice to be like this with her again, just like the normal days.

Louise: Oh my God! At least tell me he has a six pack and good dick. Girl if you are fucking a teletubby, I will disown you.

I burst out laughing when I read her message. My mind thought back to the sexy man who infuriated but also intrigued me. There is something about him. It is the way his darkness seeps from every pore of his being. I want it to corrupt me and tear me apart, leaving me completely undone.

Shit. I am a horny motherfucker for sure. It has been a while since I last received good dick, and with all that has happened, I have only been able to satiate my hunger with my trusty vibrator. But without it here, my throbbing lips may just have to settle for my fingers.

I start typing my reply back to her but then the door swings open, and Diego walks in looking like someone pissed on his freshly cut lawn.

Diego's dark eyes lock onto me instantly. His presence fills the room, heavy and overwhelming, and the air seems to shift around him.

“What the hell are you doing?” he snaps, his voice cold and sharp.

I blink, my heart racing as I stand. “I’m talking to Louise—”

His stride is quick and purposeful, and before I can react, he snatches the phone from my hand.

“Hey!” I protest, reaching for it, but he’s already tossed it across the room. It lands with a dull thud on the couch, the screen going dark.

“What are you doing?” I demand, anger flaring in my chest.

“What are you doing?” he counters, his voice low but deadly. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?”

“I was talking to my friend,” I snap, my hands balling into fists. “What’s your problem?”

His jaw tightens, and for a moment, he doesn’t speak. When he does, his tone is icy. “Your friend? The same friend who doesn’t know what’s happening? The same friend whose phone could be tapped? Who could have someone listening on the other end? You are not only putting her in danger but yourself as well, you idiot!”

I freeze, his words sinking in like a stone dropping into water. “Louise wouldn’t—”

“It doesn’t matter what she would or wouldn’t do,” he interrupts, his voice rising slightly. “If they’re watching you—and they probably are—they will want to find out exactly where you are. Do you get that?”

My stomach twists, the weight of his warning pressing down on me. “I didn’t think—”

“No, you didn’t,” he snaps, pacing now, his hands raking through his hair. “You can’t just pick up the phone and text people like nothing’s happened, Camille. Things are different now.”

I stare at him, my anger simmering beneath the surface. “Don’t yell at me, okay? It was a fucking mistake.”

His nostrils flare with anger. “If I didn’t swoop in, you would have a bullet in your head right about now. Fucking—God.” He runs a tired hand through his hair. He begins to pace back and forth, mumbling under his breath.

His pacing stops abruptly, and he turns to face me, his eyes blazing. “Every move you make has consequences now, Camille. Every text. Every word. Do you understand that?”

The heat in his words is matched only by the guilt flickering in his eyes, a shadow he doesn’t quite manage to hide. There it is again.

I fold my arms over my chest, my voice dropping. “Then maybe you should start telling me the truth because I’m done being kept in the dark. I need more than just, ‘you will know in due time.’”

His jaw tightens, and for a moment, he looks like he’s going to argue. But then he exhales, his shoulders sagging slightly. “Not now,” he mutters, brushing past me toward the window.

“Why not?” I press, stepping closer. “You owe me that much, Diego.”

He doesn’t turn around, his gaze fixed on the street below. “Because the truth won’t change your current situation.”

I open my mouth to respond, but he holds up his hand.

“I know this world like the back of my hand. Trust me when I tell you that this is for the best.”

The silence between us is electric, crackling with unspoken words and simmering emotions that neither of us seems willing to name. Diego stands by the window, his shoulders tense, his gaze fixed on something far beyond the street below. It’s like I’m not even here.

I can’t take it anymore.

“You don’t get to do this,” I snap, my voice breaking the stillness.

He doesn’t turn around, doesn’t even flinch. His silence only fuels the fire growing inside me.

“Answer me!” I demand, taking a step closer.

Finally, he turns, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes me freeze. “Blood. Death. Murder. There are things that your brother did in order to keep his plan afloat. Are you sure you're ready to learn about your brother in that light?”

I gulp. “Yes.”

Truth be told, I am not sure if I want to know. I have this image of who my brother was and I don’t want to taint that.

He steps closer, his presence filling the room, overwhelming and suffocating. “You are not ready for that and I don’t know if you ever will be. Let your brother’s clean legacy live on in your mind. You don’t need to know who he became—or rather what.”

The words hit like a slap, stealing the air from my lungs. “Don’t you dare talk about him like that,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anger.

“It’s the truth,” he says, his tone colder now. “You don’t want to hear it, fine. But that doesn’t change anything.”

My chest tightens, the weight of everything crashing down on me at once—étienne’s secrets, Diego’s cryptic warnings, the danger lurking in the shadows. And now, his indifference.

“You bastard,” I hiss, my anger boiling over. Before I can stop myself, my hand flies up, striking him hard across the face.

The sharp sound of the slap echoes through the room. Everything goes still. Diego’s head turns slightly from the impact, but when he looks back at me, there’s no anger in his eyes. Just something darker. Something that sends a shiver down my spine.

“You finished?” he asks, his voice quiet, dangerous.

But I’m not finished. Not even close. The fury inside me is too strong, too consuming. I raise my hand again, but this time, he catches it mid-air. His grip on my wrist is firm but not painful, his touch sending a jolt through me.

“Let go,” I spit, struggling against his hold.

“Not until you calm down,” he says, his voice steady.

I try to pull free, but he doesn’t budge. The strain between us is suffocating now, the space between us shrinking with every passing second. My breath comes in sharp, uneven bursts as I glare up at him, my heart pounding in my chest.

“You’re impossible,” I snap, my voice shaking.

“And you’re reckless,” he counters, his tone softer but no less intense.

The air shifts between us, charged with something I can’t name. His eyes flicker to my lips, just for a moment, but it’s enough to send my thoughts spiraling.

“Diego—”

Before I can finish, his lips crash against mine. The kiss is hard, urgent, and entirely unexpected. For a second, I freeze, caught off guard by the heat of him, the way his hand tightens around my wrist while his other hand moves to the small of my back, pulling me closer.

Then I kiss him back.

It’s like the dam breaks, all the anger, fear, and frustration pouring out in a desperate clash of lips and breath. My free hand finds his shirt, gripping the fabric as if I’m afraid to let go. His touch is firm, steady, grounding me even as it sets me on fire.

When we finally break apart, my chest heaves, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and want. His forehead rests against mine, his grip on my wrist loosening but not letting go.

Finally, the thick pressure that had been building between us comes to a crumbling halt. Our breaths mingle together. I can feel the beating of his heart against my chest, slow and steady while mine is wild and frantic.

The blood rushes past my ears. The hunger and need for him fill my bloodstream and take over every inch of my body. The buzz in the air is electrifying, hitting my skin at all angles.

His eyes are nothing but a fiery pool of amber. The warm caramel has melted away and replacing it is the heat of his desire.

He wants me just like I want him.

“We shouldn’t.” He shakes his head. “The last thing that we need in this mess is this.”

He pulls away from me but I grab his shirt and pull him back toward me.

“No, I want this.” I breathe the words effortlessly. “I need to find a release and you can offer me that release. Please. Don’t make me beg.”

“Camille…” He is trying to exercise patience but I want him uncaged.

“Please, Diego.” I pull him in even closer. “Please, don’t fight it. It will just be sex, nothing more than that. And only for tonight.”

He mulls over my words. I can see that he is trying to resist. I move my hand up and down his chest. I wind my arm around his neck and pull him even closer. I rub my throbbing pussy against his hardening cock.

He hisses. “Camille, I am trying really hard to be the good guy here.”

I lift up onto my toes and kiss the side of his neck. He shivers under my kiss and his entire body presses against mine. His large hands grip my hips hard. He pulls me in even closer to him. I feel his cock twitch against my body.

With one loud growl, he removes his neck from my lips and then he smashes his mouth to mine in a heated kiss. The kiss is uncaged and raw. We pour every ounce of ourselves into that. We are moving on pure human instinct. We claw at each other. His shirt comes off and so does mine.

Teeth clash with each other as we try to assert our dominance. He is fighting me at every turn. I go to work on his belt and release him from his trousers. He moves his arm around my back and unclasps my bra, allowing it to fall to the ground. I make quick work of removing my sweats so I now stand completely bare before him.

The only thing that stands between us now is his boxers that tent with his penis. I grab it between us and give it a hard squeeze. He sucks the air between his teeth. I rip my lips from his and stare up at him.

“Fuck me, Diego. Fuck me like you hate me.”

His eyes flash with a hunger that I have never seen in them before. There is a darkness to him that I yearn to be corrupted by.

He slides his boxers off, freeing his hard and long length. Oh my…he has a lot of girth to him. I can already feel the ghost of him stretching me out.

He lifts me from the floor and my legs wind around his chest. I am clawing at him like an uncaged animal. I need more of him. I need to feel him in every way possible.

He drops me right by the window that looks out to the night sky. He turns me, one hand cupping my pussy and the other kneading my ass. He lifts his hand and then slaps his hand onto my ass hard.

“Hands on the glass.” He orders. “Now.”

I press my palms against the cool glass and do as I am told. The lips of my pussy throb and swell. I am sure that if I reach down and pinch the sensitive skin that I will come within seconds.

He pierces me in two. I arch my back into him and I feel the cool glass against my palms.

“Oh fuck,” The window mists with my breath. “You are so fucking big.”

He grips my hips and rams into me with so much force that my boobs press up against the glass. I reach between my legs to rub my clit but then he suddenly grabs my hand and pulls it behind my back. It doesn't hurt, but it's a little uncomfortable.

“Only I can make you come.” He bites my ear and then surges into me. He fills every inch of my pussy. My walls mold around him, hugging his hard dick snuggly. He plows into me relentlessly, moving in and out of me effortlessly.

Our bodies are so in sync. When he moves, I move, and we collide in the most rhythmic and catastrophic way. This shouldn’t be but it just works.

“Oh yes,” I can feel the sensation building in my body. The edge draws closer and closer and I can feel the heat rising within my core. “You fuck me so good!”

“You dirty little whore!” He growls. His dick is in every inch of my pussy. “You like how I fuck you?”

He pulls out of me abruptly, stopping me from reaching my climax. I look at him over my shoulder, ready to tear into him.

“You have a fucking death wish, don’t you?” I hiss.

The man has the audacity to bellow out a loud laugh that vibrates through the room. He slaps my ass hard, so hard that I feel the sting of the hit even after he pulls his hand away. It isn’t painful. In fact, it is more pleasurable than anything else.

“You going to fuck me or—Oh my God!”

Diego turns me and lifts me into his arms. He then walks us over to the dining table and he lays me on the table. He spreads my legs apart and cups my pussy in his hand. My lips are raw from his assault on my pussy. But even with this ache, I want him even more.

“You take my dick so well, mi putita.”

He slides two of his fingers inside of my pussy, making me arch my back. I reach for my clit, wanting to draw the finish line ever closer to where I am but then he slaps my hand away.

“Touch your clit again and I will slap your perky little ass till kingdom come.”

“God!” My back arches off the wood of the table when he plunges all four of his fingers inside of me. He is stretching me beyond my limit.

“Not my name, Camille.” He chuckles and starts to move his fingers in and out of me. “Grab your nipples and start pinching them for me.”

I do as I'm told. I take my nipples between my fingers and squeeze as he works me with his hand. I lift my head so I can watch his other hand pump his cock at the same time. He is pleasuring the both of us.

“Oh yes, fuck me good,” I breathe.

I watch him pump his dick, up and down, and I lick my lips. Fuck. I want him inside of me again.

I am on the brink of collapsing, and just when I think that I can bear no more of it, he puts his whole fist inside of me.

“Jesus!” My body surges forward and I grab his wrist.

“Oh fuck me harder!” I scream, unable to contain myself any longer. Just as I feel my climax coming, he pulls out of me, but I am not left yearning for long because he plunges his penis into me.

It doesn’t take long for the climax to reach me, and then I squirt all over his cock. The spray goes everywhere as the orgasm rips through me violently. My body shudders unlike anything I have experienced in my life. My walls close in, milking his dick for everything he can give me.

“Fuck!” He roars his climax. His penis empties out into me.

We ride out our highs together, our bodies rocking together. He holds himself up on the edge of the table, his chest rising and falling from the workout we just did. His eyes blink open and he stares down at me. The hunger in his eyes still remains.

“I am not finished with you yet, Dupont,” he says.

True to his word, he works me through the night. The sex is unlike anything I have ever experienced in my life. He breaks me apart and manages to put me back together with his penis, one stroke at a time.

This is a risky business that I am participating in, but I don’t care. All I want is to forget that there is a world outside that we need to attend to. The only thing that matters to me at that moment is Diego and his cock.