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The first few fights are bloody, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting right into it. Every crack of a bone, every spray of crimson across the ring, only seems to heighten my need.
Maybe I’ve been hanging around Kovu too much, or maybe the deprivation over the last week has finally gotten too much for me, but I can barely handle the heat scorching across my body.
I allow my eyes to fall closed for a moment, trying desperately to reign in my own desires, but it only allows me to feel Crew’s palm resting on my thigh and how I’m desperate for him to move it further up. And Bishop’s arm is around my shoulders, and the teasing touches that he’s been giving me are driving me wild.
It’s too much.
I blow out a breath and turn to Crew. “I need to use the bathroom,” I tell him quietly.
He gives me a knowing look before he nods and says something quietly to Kaos, who stands, holding his hand out to me. “Come on, Princess.”
I take his outstretched hand and allow him to pull me through the crowd, grateful he matches his long strides with my smaller ones in these shoes. I really fucking hope we don’t have to run because I’ll probably break my fucking ankle.
Kaos’s huge hand engulfs mine, but it’s comforting as I ignore the stares of all the nameless faces. Why did I let them talk me into coming here again? I would have been quite happy curled up in bed with one or more of my men.
He leads me down the short hallway we entered through before pulling a key from his pocket and unlocking the door. He pulls me inside and locks the door behind us immediately.
As soon as the rest of the world is blocked out, I can breathe, relief washing over me in waves.
“You okay, Camilla?”
I nod, flicking my eyes open to look up at him, and the desire burning in his dark eyes is stifling. Fuck, I hope one of them is going to give in soon because I can’t handle this much longer.
He chuckles and nods at the door on the other side of the small office. “Bathroom is through there. I’ll be here when you get out.”
I quickly pry my hand from his and move into the bathroom. The second the door closes behind me, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The sooner this night is over, the better.
Once I’ve done my business and washed my hands, I take a moment to touch up my makeup. I opted to go for a dark smoky eye, paired with a vibrant red lip, and even I can admit I look hot as fuck.
Hopefully hot enough to get some dick, I muse to myself and roll my eyes when a laugh escapes my throat.
With a smile firmly on my lips, I step out of the bathroom and find Kaos waiting for me, his eyes drinking me in hungrily.
“You ready to go back out there, big guy?” I raise a brow.
He shakes his head slowly, and when I open my mouth to ask what he means, I find myself bent over the desk. His huge palms shove my dress up and over my ass, revealing the pathetic excuse for panties I pulled on, tearing a growl from his throat.
“I need you dripping with my cum for the rest of the night,” he growls. “I need every motherfucker out there to know you’re mine, because if I catch another asshole eyeing what belongs to me, I might start tearing their eyes from their sockets.”
A groan escapes my throat at his threats, and it only draws a chuckle from him.
“Do you like that I’m bloodthirsty for you, Princess?” His hands disappear from my ass, and a desperate whine fills the space that I suddenly realize came from me. Where did this wanton whore come from? “We’re going to have to make this quick before the others come looking for us.”
I throw a look over my shoulder at him just in time to see him undo the button and fly of his pants right before his hard, pierced length pops out and my mouth goes dry. “No underwear?”
He chuckles. “I knew there was a possibility I’d need to get inside your pretty little cunt at a moment’s notice.”
His fingers roughly stroke my aching pussy through my panties before he pulls them to the side, and the hard head of his cock rests at my entrance. “Hold on tight, Princess.”
I barely get a chance to heed his warning before he thrusts forward and tears a scream from my throat. He’s so huge that when he enters me without prepping me first, the stretch is almost too much, but I crave the pain just like they do.
“Fuck,” he groans. “This fucking pussy. You’re gripping me so fucking tight, Princess.”
“Kaos, please,” I beg, needing him to move, needing to feel the balls pierced into his cock dragging over the sensitive nerve endings that will send me flying.
“So needy for me, Camilla,” he rumbles, a moment before he pulls back and slams into me so hard I can barely breathe. He fucks me with wild abandon, hitting every single place inside me that threatens to send me flying.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, my fingers tightening around the edge of the desk as if it’ll do anything to stop me from shattering into a million pieces under his rough treatment.
