“I need you, Emmanuel,” she whined. I didn’t waste one more second before I was burying my dick inside my wife. Her pussy was so wet and ready for me that I had to pause before I thrust into her again. Lana whimpered in her chair and Camilla bit her bottom lip. I knew it was turning her on even more.
“Have you missed me?” I asked Camilla while I drilled into her tight little cunt. It was so perfect and it was all mine. We would never be apart like that again. It was torture.
“Yes, Daddy! I missed you!” I could tell by the way her pussy was pulling my cock trying to milk it dry already.
“Shit,” I cursed. I slammed into her wet heat several more times before I erupted inside of her like a goddamn geyser. I didn’t think she’d ever stop quaking around my thick cock. Every time she shuddered it sent jolts of electricity through me. I still rocked in and out of her. She felt too damn good to stop. So slick and creamy. I wanted her to coat my entire dick with her cunt.
“Emmanuel,” she cried out as I dug deeper into pussy in spite her coming over and over.
“Tell me how good it feels,” I grunted. Her thick thighs closed against my waist as her ankles locked behind me.
“So fucking good, baby.” She clawed at my back and I bucked into her again. My dick was so sensitive I had to stop and shut my eyes.
“God, I needed to feel you. Just you. Nobody else.” I looked into her eyes and she was starting to cry.
“I’m sorry I ever believed you were cheating,” she sniffled. I pulled out of her and immediately missed her heat and slippery walls.
“Why wouldn’t you? Shit, I believed it too. Technically I was cheating. My hand was just forced.” I felt the tires of the jet hit the ground and I looked at Lana. “See, that’s how I fuck my wife. The woman I love. That’s how I fuck without any damn drugs.”
“Oh, look babe Lana looks so thirsty,” Camilla noted. She was practically panting and her lips were dry and cracked. The incessant moaning she was doing was anything but sexual, she was suffering and I was eating it up.
We dragged her off the plane and waiting for us was a nondescript black truck with several men in suits standing around. I did a double take. “Cami, what the fuck did you plan?” I frowned.
“I know people too, Emmanuel. It’s not just you. I had FBI agents come secure the area courtesy of Noelle. It was her peace offering for fucking shit up with Cole.” She pointed to one man with dark shades on and leaned over to whisper in my ear. “He’s the one she was cheating on Cole with.”
“Oh, so you just had this shit set up from the beginning huh?”
“I mean, it took a few hours but I made it work. Now lets go have fun.” She shoved Lana ahead and the agents put her in the back of the truck.
“Governor Scott, First Lady, nice to see you.” They nodded at us with stone faces and robotic gestures. The inside of the truck smelled so clean it almost burned my damn nose. I looked over at Lana and she was drifting in and out of consciousness. Camilla’s emerald pools were focused on her with laser precision but I was focused on Camilla. Knowing that she’d plotted an intricate murder in a matter of hours had me ready to fuck her all over again.
Seeing her darkness spill out and twist around us made me ravenous for her in every way. I wanted to consume her. I wanted to devour every morsel of her from the light and breezy parts to the wounded and pitch-black parts. Camilla was perfection and I would never stray from her again.
The truck came to a stop and we got out, I snatched Lana up by her hair, dragging her out of the truck as she stumbled along trying to keep up. I followed Camilla as she weaved in and out of trees like she’d been in that exact spot millions of times. The deeper we threaded into the forest, the darker the sky got until we were standing in a spot with patchy beams of sunlight at best.
Camilla sat on the ground and motioned for me to let Lana go. I released my grip on her and she crumpled to the ground, panting like an animal. “I sure hope working with Joseph was worth it, Lana.” I knelt down to look into her eyes. “Was it worth your life?” I smiled and patted her cheek.
“No,” she rasped. “I’m sorry.”
“Good. I’m glad you’re sorry. Remorse is always the last thing that needs to happen before death,” Camilla said in a matter of fact tone. From the black bag she carried across her body, she pulled out a wicked blade that sparkled even in the limited sunlight we were under. She deserved this kill just the same way she deserved to kill Joseph.
“Please don’t kill me! I’m sorry!” Lana’s voice barely sounded recognizable. She sounded like a wounded animal.
“Aw, you’re so cute when you beg.” Camilla giggled and I saw the most malicious glint in her beautiful eyes. I watched her hungrily to see what she’d do next. “But you know what? I think you’re only sorry because you got caught.” Camilla drew her knife-wielding hand back and slashed into Lana’s middle. Blood didn’t flow right away, but once it did, it seeped through her dress and dripped slowly onto the pine needle blanket covering the ground, sticky and wet.
Lana’s guttural cry made birds flee from the trees. I moved closer to Camilla, wanting to soak in all her energy in that moment. She was so damn beautiful. “You weren’t sorry when you were drugging my husband.” Camilla dealt another gruesome cut with the sharp knife. That time she sliced across Lana’s chest. I watched intensely as my wife dug the point of her weapon into Lana’s throat just deep enough to draw blood. A sanguine drop pooled under the tip and I stared at it in awe.
I’d never seen Camilla actively kill anyone before, only set it up. This was like watching an artist work though. Lana cried silent tears and the more she sniffled, the deeper Camilla drove the blade in until it fully disappeared into the soft flesh of her throat. Lana’s life force started to ooze out of the vicious gash all red and slick quickly coating her neck as she gurgled and sputtered for air.
“Don’t worry though, Joseph will be joining you soon,” Camilla assured her just as her eyelids fluttered closed. I knew Lana wasn’t dead yet, and so did Camilla. She pulled the knife out and sighed happily. “I brought stuff for s’mores,” she chirped. I blinked, trying to clear the lust from my mind.
“S’mores?” I chuckled. She nodded and began pulling more shit out of her black bag. She took out graham crackers, marshmallows, chocolate bars, napkins and paper plates and set them to the side and then she took out her phone and called one of the agents.
“Hey, can you bring the drum now? Thanks.” She sounded so happy.
“Drum? Are we doing a tribal dance?” I joked as I peppered her neck with kisses.
“No,” she laughed. “You’ll see.” While we waited, I crashed into her lips and she locked her arms around my neck. “God Emmanuel, I’m so fucking horny right now.”
“Are you?” I asked, pulling away from her hot mouth. She nodded and then pulled me back into another kiss.
“I want your dick inside of me.” We fell back on the ground and I carved into her inner thigh with my erection.
“After the agent leaves, okay kitten?”
“Okay, Daddy,” she purred, nipping softly at my bottom lip.
“Jesus, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” I grumbled when I broke away from her. We’d separated just in time because footsteps and a sweeping beam of light approached. Two of the agents that drove us to our location came carrying a huge, industrial, steel drum. They set it down with a muted, hollow thud. Their eyes scanned the bloody scene with impassiveness.
“Need help?” Noelle’s friend asked.
“Nah. I’ll let you know when we’re done. Thanks,” Camilla flashed a beautiful smile that was in stark contrast to her bloody hands and clothes. The men trailed back off through the trees into the dense forest and Camilla looked at me. “Can you put her in here?”
“Sure.” I chuckled. “You know, you had muscle here willing to do this for you.” I reasoned.
“But I wanted you to do this with me. It’s our time.” She laid her head on my shoulde
r. “Lana almost ruined us. You need this just as much as I do. Nobody fucks with us. Nobody.” Her voice turned icy. She dug into her bag and rifled around while I hoisted Lana’s slashed body into the barrel. I had to fold her limbs awkwardly for her to fit, and it pulled agonizing moans from her even though she was still out cold.
“She in there?” Camilla asked, popping her head up to look around.
“Yeah. She’s in there,” I sighed. Camilla had taken out a bottle of lighter fluid and an assortment of matches.
“Wildfire advisory is low today. I figured it’d be the perfect time to have a nice little campfire. What do you think?” I shrugged and began soaking Lana with the flammable liquid while Cami found the perfect match. She tossed bundles of tinder into the drum and then she handed me a match and we struck them at the same time, tossing them in. A brilliant flame sparked and then engulfed the tinder before slowly swallowing Lana’s bloody body. “Yay!” Camilla threw her arms in the air and cheered. I picked her up and spun her around in a circle before we fell into a kiss.
After the fire was going full force, Camilla cleaned her hands and skewered giant marshmallows. I took one from her and tossed my arm around her shoulders as we roasted them over the fire. “I love you,” I whispered in her ear.
“I love you too.” She rubbed the tip of her nose against mine and smiled. After we ate s’mores and talked for a while, she looked into my eyes and I could see the hunger lurking there.
“You promised me dick,” she smiled kneeling up.
“I did. You deserve it. Take those jeans off, I want to see your pussy.” I watched her wiggled out of her pants for a second time and admired it just as much as the first time. Camilla bent over showing me her plump, smooth pussy lips and my dick stood straight up, ready for her. I kissed her other lips and bit a trail down her soft thighs. The chill in the night air gave her a smattering of goosebumps that I ran my tongue over gladly.
The crackling from the fire gave the perfect background noise for the ferocious way I was about to eat Camilla’s wet pussy. I laid her down gently on the blanket she’d put down and spread her thighs. I lapped at her juices and groaned at how damn sweet she tasted. I locked my hands on top her full hips as she bucked against my face. Each thrust pushed my tongue deeper into her cunt. She was dripping.
I slid two fingers into her opening and pushed them in and out until she was moaning louder than the crackle of the fire. My lips locked onto her stiff clit and I sucked slowly at first, the harder and more passionately until her back arched off the ground.
“Emmanuel! Oh my god!” She squealed and it sounded like the most beautiful music. “I need you to fuck me,” she begged. I grunted in response and curled my fingers up inside of her, stroking her slick g-spot. It made her thrash around wildly. “Please! Just fuck me. I can’t handle anymore.” Her voice trembled with pleasure. I looked up from between her open legs with a glare.
“Camilla, I love you but shut the fuck up while I eat your pussy. I’ve missed this perfect cunt for so long all I want is to taste it until you squirt in my mouth like a fucking fountain. Understand?” She nodded with a whimper. “Good, now lay back and let me finish eating your pussy.” She fell back and I continued dragging my tongue along the surface of her sensitive bundle of nerves.
I knew how to make Camilla squirt with expert precision but I was dragging it out. I wanted to make her flood with wetness first. I wanted my chin to drip with her essence until her body shook uncontrollably.
Once I had her trembling and begging I gave her the release she was looking for. I flicked her clit with my tongue for a while before nibbling gently on it sending her into overdrive. Her scream pierced the air and she gave me what I needed, she squirted and I drank it all.
She barely got to catch her damn breath before I slammed into her pussy with my rock hard cock. “Emmanuel!” Her nails dug deep into my back and I dug deep into her.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re dark,” I told her. I looked down at her face, all painted with love.
“So are you,” she told me, biting on her full bottom lip. I kissed her while I stroked her cunt slowly. I loved the way she felt stretching around my dick, she fit me like a glove. I wanted to take my time fucking her slow while Lana burned to ash a few feet away. She felt so damn good. I couldn’t hold on for much longer, even though I wanted to live inside of her. Her moans and expressions were too much. We came together and I saw stars that weren’t even outside in the sky. Her pussy got so tight around my throbbing dick that I couldn’t see straight, I couldn’t hear shit, and I couldn’t move.
“Goddamn, Cami. Fuck!” I rumbled as I settled inside of her, both of us pulsing in unison. All she could do was moan and breathe while she clung to me for dear life.
Once we finally came unglued, we laid there in each other’s arms. “You know what?” Camilla laughed.
“What?”
“This shit smells god awful and I swear I didn’t realize it until just now.” We both broke out into fits of laughter and I realized she was right. Our minds must have been so wrapped up in each other that we didn’t even notice the putrid stench of burning flesh. Once it settled upon us and hung thick in the air, we put the flames out and capped the barrel after it cooled down.
I didn’t know exactly what Camilla instructed the FBI agents to do, but I knew she had everything handled and I wasn’t going to crash her operation and take the reigns. I had my own plot to orchestrate and it involved luring Joseph into his own demise.
**
Chapter Twenty-One
Alexander
I hated having to reach out to Joseph, but it was an integral part of the plan. Camilla asked me to string him along for a little while and I would do just that. I had him come by again just to tell him that I’d be getting out quite soon due to my evidence being pushed through. “Son, that’s perfect,” he smiled.
“I don’t know how much help I can be to you but…if those twins are yours then it only makes sense that you get to at least see them. That’s all you want to do, right?” I asked curiously. I knew my father though he wanted to take the kids and probably Camilla too. He wanted a chance to play out some distorted fantasy he’d created in his head. It was my duty to lull him into a sense of security that he’d actually get to live out that fantasy.
I supposed that if nothing else, I was good at getting inside of people’s head and making them feel and think things. Joseph was no different.
“Of course. I want to see my sons. I want to let Camilla know what we’ve created.”
“I just think it would be smart to have a DNA test done. Don’t you, Dad?”
“Why? Didn’t Emmanuel lie about Mason being your son? Do you think he couldn’t do the same to me? Like he really wants me to be the father of those boys,” he laughed and shook his head. “I know in my soul that the twins are mine. No DNA test needed. I can look at them and see it. They might have their mother’s eyes and hair but they look just like me otherwise.” His idiotic rhetoric was mind numbing. He’d gone fully off the deep end and refused to be pulled back into reality.
“I guess I just don’t want it to be true,” I huffed. I had to reel him in with a little tug-o-war to make him feel like he was realistically winning me over. If I gave in too willingly he’d smell a setup. My father may have been insane but he wasn’t stupid and he’d proven to be a formidable foe so far. I couldn’t let my guard slip once with him.
“You don’t want what to be true, Alexander?”
“I don’t want you to…” I sucked in a breath. “To have gotten Camilla pregnant and had children with her. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Joseph smiled warmly at the notion of hurting me.
“It just wasn’t meant for you that’s all. I told you, Camilla needs a certain kind of man. God saw fit for me to give her not one child but two. Look at it as a blessing for everyone involved. Once I convince her to let me be in their lives, you can see them as much as possible.” He was really grinning like a fu
cking asshole. It took a lot for me not to groan in annoyance and face-palm myself a thousand times.
“I don’t know that I can honestly accept that shit,” I grumbled.
“You have no choice. Look, do you want to see Camilla and possibly get her back or not?” He asked. I knew in his mind there was no room for me to have Camilla back. He was using it as bait so I’d help him. He was easy to see through.
“I do. I’m just not sure how it would even be possible.”
“You just have to woo her, boy. I’ve set the trap up easily for you. She’s hurting. You said it yourself, right?”
“Yeah. She’s in a lot of pain,” I nodded. “I guess I could try to spend time with her once I get out. Manny is still out of the house. She came to visit me right after you left yesterday,” I told him as I watched his expression. He looked like he’d drool all over himself.
“She was here? I wonder if we passed each other.” He mused with a far away. dreamy look in his eyes that made my stomach turn. He fucking raped Camilla and kidnapped her children and he was sitting here fawning over her like he had a goddamn crush. It was repulsive to say the least.
It would have been so easy to bash his head in and watch all the demented parts leak onto the floor. I had to compose myself though. It wasn’t my place to kill him. He didn’t ruin my life the way he ruined Camilla’s. Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t condone murder but I was different. I was as much of a monster as my brother. I wasn’t so different from him after all.
“When you get out, I’ll have a place for you to stay, okay? Just…make sure you get me close to the boys. I know I can persuade Camilla to hear me out if she’s not around Emmanuel but you being there as a buffer wouldn’t hurt.” He tapped his foot on the floor and sighed. “Yeah, I’ll need you in the house to keep her calm. I mean this is going to be the first time we’ve seen each other since that misunderstanding at the church.”
“I’m sorry, did you say misunderstanding?” I laughed. I couldn’t fucking help it. He flat-out called rape a misunderstanding. Was I supposed to sit there with a straight face?
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