Page 96 of Wicked Nightmare

Lakey shot me a look that could've peeled paint. "Play nice, Cam. Or I'll have to punish you later."

I grinned. "Promise?"

"Why?" Rose's tiny voice cut through my thoughts. "Why did you save me?"

Lakey's face softened. "Because you're one of us, sweetie. A broken toy in a world of perfect dolls."

I snorted. "Poetic, babe. Really tugs at the heartstrings."

But Rose wasn't done. "Can you... can you sing me to sleep?"

Fuck me sideways. This was getting too weird, even for us. I opened my mouth to object, but Lakey was already nodding.

"Of course," she said, and then, to my utter disbelief, started singing a song I didn't recognize in that haunting voice of hers. She was pretty good, I had to admit. All those years practicing in the shower paid off.

What kind of twisted family were we becoming? Did Lakes really believe we were some kind of parents to a whole adult? What the actual fuck was this?

More importantly, are we going to have to sing her to sleep every night?

I locked eyes with Lakey as she finished her song. Rose was out cold, curled up at her feet on the floor. The silence hung thick, heavy with all the shit we weren't saying.

"Well, ain't this just a Hallmark moment," I smirked. "Should we tuck her in and leave milk and cookies?"

Lakey's lips quirked, that smirk that always did something to my insides. "Jealous, baby? Don't worry, I've still got plenty of lullabies for you."

I snorted, but there was an edge to it. "Yeah, 'cause that's what gets me hot. Nursery rhymes and charity cases."

"She's not a charity case," Lakey said, her voice dropping. "She's... an investment."

"In what? A one-way ticket to Fuckedville?" I ran a hand through my hair, frustration building. "This complicates things, Lakes. Big time. I was all good with this until..." I gestured wildly.

She stood, careful not to disturb Rose, and moved over to me. Her fingers traced my jaw, deceptively gentle. "Since when do you shy away from complications, Cam? I thought you liked it messy."

I caught her wrist, squeezing just shy of too hard. "Messy's one thing. This? This can fucking destroy everything we're doing. If she does something, could be anything, to draw attention to us, we're fucked. Do you understand the implications of her screaming at all hours of the night? What would happen if the fucking cops came and saw us with her? What the hell would they think? Huh? What about that, Lakey."

We stared at each other, a silent battle of wills. There was steel in her gaze, the brutal dedication that made her so fucking deadly. And deep in my twisted soul, there was no doubt I'd follow her straight into the Grim Reaper's arms if she asked.

"Fine," I said, releasing her. "But when this blows up in our faces, and it will, don't say I didn't warn you."

Lakey's smile was all teeth. "Wouldn't dream of it. Now... how's about that punishment?"

I shook my head, but I was already hardening. "You're a goddamn sadist, you know that?"

"And you love it," she said, leading me back to our room. "Every fucking second."

She shut the door quietly and pushed me slowly backwards until I hit our bed. I fell back, sprawled out as she climbed on top of me.

She snaked a hand down my boxers, her warm breath tickling my cock through the thin fabric.

"Take it easy," I warned her. "I don't wanna..."

But then she took off my boxers, tossing them to the side with a soft laugh. My cock sprung free, slapping against me as it bounced. She leaned down and took me in her mouth, and whatever objection I'd been forming dissolved into nothing.

Her tongue worked along my shaft, tracing patterns that made my hips buck up off the bed. She deep-throated me, taking as much of my length as she could, her throat opening around me while her hand gripped the base. I clenched my fists in the sheets above my head, trying to resist pushing her head further down. It felt too good, and I wanted more.

Her hair spilled around us, tickling my skin as she moved up and down. She pulled back slowly, licking her lips before straddling me so that our hips aligned. Pulling my t-shirt up, she positioned herself above my cock. Without a word, just a look that said everything, she guided me inside her with practiced ease until I bottomed out. I groaned as she started riding me in long, smooth strokes that sent shocks through every nerve in my body.

The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room, accompanied by soft grunts as Lakey picked up speed. Her nails dug into my shoulders, drawing blood. Our bodies communicated what our mouths couldn't say: this was dangerous, but we needed each other's chaos to survive this cruel world.