Chapter 28
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Sweat drips down my backbone, cool against my sizzling skin. I'm not sweating from exertion but from the strain of keeping myself in check. The urge to drive my cock faster and deeper into Camila with every thrust is beyond tempting.
But when I look at her under me, I know I can't.
She'll shatter. She'll break. I never expected to care about this before now. When I imagined pumping inside of her in the past—and I imagined it often—I was ruthless. In those fantasies, I made her scream—whether from agony or delight, I didn't care. But now … I do.
Why?
Something digs painfully into my knuckle. It gets worse when I squeeze Camila's fingers to hold her hands over her head. That's when I see the ring I forced on her finger—the seal of our upcoming false wedding. A prickle begins at the nape of my neck, and it worms down into my ribs.
This is why.
Shaking myself, I push the bubbling emotion deep below the surface of primal lust raging at the surface. My pace quickens. The wet sound of flesh on flesh fills the room. She moans—a heady sound that sends a deep tremor each time I hear it—with each relentless thrust.
Together, we create music.
She yanks her arms as she tries to get free. Not to escape, but because she wants more of me and can't create the leverage.
'Fuck me like you mean it," she pleads.
Releasing her wrists, I scoop her ass into my palms and bend her in half.
'Like this?" I ask as I push into her warm, inviting depths. 'Is this deep enough for your hungry little pussy?"
'Yes, God, fuck, yes!" Her feet are over her shoulders. Her eyes are glossy as she grabs my hair roughly, bringing me down to kiss her. I do so without reservation, and her mouth clamps against mine, refusing to let go as she devours my lips, my tongue, and my cock.
This side of her … this gluttonous savagery … it's addictive.
Tensing my legs, I sit up, carrying her while I adjust until I'm sitting on the couch with her in my lap facing me.
'Get up," I say.
She's having trouble focusing. 'What?"
'Get. Up." Slapping her ass cheek, I lift her myself until she gets the hint. Camila spins around, giving me a glorious view of her full ass. Her swollen pussy, dripping with both our juices, is poised right over my proud cock. She starts to sink down, but I catch her hips, halting her. 'Do you think it's this easy?"
'Asher, please." She turns around, catching me off guard with her cum-drunk stare. Her hair is plastered against her skin, and her cheeks are flushed with lust.
Spreading her cheeks, a feral noise slips out of me. The sight of her staring back at me like this—slick vulva quivering in anticipation while her lips part as her voice, no louder than a whisper—goads me on.
'Prove that you want this," I snarl.
Camila breathes raggedly, like it's a struggle to get enough oxygen. She's squatting above my dick, calf muscles bunching. It doesn't look too comfortable. But I'm sure the ache in her hungry pussy is worse.
'Asher, please. I want this—I want you!"
'What do you want?"
'I want to come. God, I need to come so badly." Her gaze drills into me over her smooth shoulder. Reaching between her thighs, she splays open her slit and dips a finger inside. 'Please," she whimpers. 'Your fiancée needs your cock."
That tips me over the edge. With a husky snarl, I pull her down onto my cock and thrust up. She screams in pleasure as I enter her. Every movement of her tight insides builds the pressure in my core. Three pumps and she's shaking, on the edge of orgasm. Reaching around, I make small circles with my thumb on her clit with one hand while my other hand grabs a handful of her tender breast.
She cries out again, leaning her weight on my chest as she comes. She's loud enough that I expect her to have no voice tomorrow. Lost in the spasm of her own pleasure, she stops fucking me. But I won't allow that. Holding her by her midpoint, I lift her up and down, taking control and forcing her to keep going.
Her shrieks crescendo from the rough impacts. 'Asher, oh, oh my God! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! '
Someone knocks on the door.
I ignore them, choosing to slam into Camila with a new wave of energy. The knock doesn't come again. Camila's eyes are closed, head thrown back in ecstasy as she loses herself in euphoria.
I'm balls deep when the first twitch happens. Shuddering, I speed up, chasing the delirious pleasure that's right in front of me.
I'm having sex with a woman who once hated my guts. Maybe she still does, though I don't believe it.
Because if she does, then she's a damn good actress.
'Camila!" I shout her name as I climax, driving into her with a new burst of energy. Crushing her thighs in my hands, I hold her still on my lap while my cum floods inside her. Even when I'm drained, my shaft keeps pulsing, determined to claim her and mark her with my seed.
I should have used a condom.
But it's a useless regret. It's too late to fix anything now. And as she pants above me, her slick back rubbing against my chest, I know that I don't want to change any of this.
If I could travel back in time, it would be to relive it, not alter it.
Catching my breath, I hook my finger under her chin. Camila's eyes flutter when I turn her to kiss me. I'm finished, but I find myself idly playing with her breasts with my free hand. She bounces lightly, encouraging me. My softening cock starts to stiffen again in response to her eagerness, and she clenches her pussy around it as her hips start to grind again.
She wants more. My God, she's insatiable.
I fucking love it. Her needs reawaken my own. I kiss her throat, drawing soft whines from her soul to her lips. Without a pause, Camila starts riding me until my cock is rigid again. My breath comes out in ragged gasps as my own previous pleasure is replaced with a new one unfurling itself from deep inside of me. She reaches forward in time with me, cupping my balls in her warm hands as I circle her clit with my fingers, drawing the shape of a G, like the letter of her name.
'Yes! Yes! Right there!" Lightning dances across our bodies, arcing from her body to mine through my cock as she uses me. Her toes curl, and with a loud tremulous scream, she cums as I empty myself for a second time inside of her.
Trembling in the aftershocks of her orgasms, she whispers nonsense until her pleasure fades. Only then do I carefully lift her off me. Laying her on the sofa, I sit on the floor beside her, panting.
Brushing my knuckles over her cheek, I drink in her features as she watches me. I count her eyelashes … I memorize the angle of her cheekbones … And I wonder if there's anyone in the world who could ever hold a candle to her radiance.
Camila is perfection. In a few days, she'll be mine.
But not really.
That realization drowns me in icy water. No matter how often we give in to our desires, all of this is a fraud. Layla can remind me all she wants about my past or Camila's heart. But there's nothing between us.
This is instinct … wet, hot urges.
Nothing real. Just temporary fun.
At least, that's the lie that I tell myself as I wind her hair around my fingers. As she loops her hand in mine. As the diamond of her ring glints like a star.
I pretend that I'm fine with this.
Because what other choice is there?
It could be real. Oh, that wicked, tempting voice creeps in. This marriage is pretend. But nothing stops you from having a proper one. With time, maybe ... Maybe there's a chance?—
No!
Quelling the pathetic way my mind wanders, I rest my head against the couch. Camila is falling asleep. She looks peaceful, like an angel in one of the many paintings in my home. A home she's only inside of because I forced her inside.
That alone is enough to remind me of our unnatural situation. We're from different worlds. I'm destruction … I ruin, I kill, I slash and burn. My goal is to murder my enemy.
And her?
She's everything I'm not. She's too good and too innocent to be tainted by a monster like me.
Camila whimpers lightly, eyelids twitching. Her beautiful mouth is set in a frown; whatever she's dreaming of isn't pleasant. On instinct I bend down—it isn't far—and kiss her. Our hands curl together, pressing until we can't be untangled. The pressure of the diamond on the ring cuts into my flesh.
It hurts.
But I squeeze harder.
When I end the kiss, she's smiling in her sleep.
