I am ready to finally live my life.
Coda is the man that I want to live it with, even if it’s just for a short time. He tugs my head away, then lifts his chin toward the bed. Slowly, I begin to rise to my feet, but his grip tightens in my hair and he shakes his head once.
I freeze, waiting to see what he’s going to say. “Crawl, Camille. I want to see that gorgeous ass,” he growls.
I gulp, my entire body heating from his words, and my belly twisting nervously.
Turning away from him, I lower down to my hands and I crawl on my hands and knees toward the side of the bed. I feel awkward, silly really as I hear him rustling around behind me. His footsteps grow louder behind me and I glance down to see his bare feet next to me.
“You can stand,” he murmurs.
Slowly, I rise to my feet, unsure if I should turn around or not. His hand slides around my waist and I feel his palm press against my belly as his lips touch the shell of my ear.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life, Camille,” he rasps.
Turning around in his arm, I tilt my head back and look into his eyes. He’s got half a grin playing on his lips and he looks devilishly handsome in every way a man possibly could. He makes my knees weak, just being here with him.
“Promise me,” I whisper.
“Promise?”
“That this will be more than one night.”
His grin dies, his face darkens and he dips his chin. His lips gently brush across my own before he lifts his head.
“Swear to fuck, babe. More than one night, more than two. I’m going to do everything that I can to keep you. You’ll probably end up hating me by the end of this, but I’m not sure that I care anymore. As long as you’re mine.”
His words should terrify me, but they don’t. I don’t think I could ever truly hate him. I like everything there is about him way too damn much. Sinking down on the bed, my ass lands on the edge and I look up at him.
“Fuck,” he hisses before he wraps his hands beneath my armpits and drags me across the bed with his body above mine.
CHAPTER SIX
CODA
She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen on two legs. Fuck. I shouldn’t be allowed to even touch her, let alone stick my dick inside of her. Reaching my hand down, I wrap my fingers behind her knees and slowly spread her legs apart.
Camille’s breath hitches as I slide down the bed, not ready to fuck her, yet. I need to taste her first. I’m leaving in a couple of days, and this could be my one and only chance to be with her.
I am going to have every single part of her available before the night is over, before she realizes that she could do so much fucking better.
I slide my hands up the insides of her thighs, finding her panties and tugging them down her legs before I grip the insides of her legs again and open them wide.
She gasps, rising onto her elbows and I watch in fascination as she tips her head to look down at me.
“You gonna watch, babe?” I ask, my lips turning up into a half-smile.
Camille licks her bottom lip, her teeth sinking down as she scoots her pussy closer to my face. With a shaky exhale, she smirks. “I am, Coda. I’m going to watch you as you make me come.”
My cock twitches, begging me to let him into her sweet body. “Elle, I moan. Fucking hell, babe.”
Without another word, I lean forward and wrap my lips around her clit, flicking it before my tongue finds its way to her warm cunt. She widens her legs even more, tilting her hips to get more of me.
I groan against her, making sure to run the scruff of my beard over her sensitive flesh before my mouth finds her clit again. I decide it’s time to stop fucking around and make her come so that I can fuck her and get her there again, on my cock.
Her fingers slide through my hair and she grips the strands, holding onto me, and pulling me closer against her sweet cunt. Fuck, I could keep my head between her legs for hours, she tastes so fucking good.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, don’t stop, please,” she whimpers.
I couldn’t stop even if she wanted me to, fucking impossible. Her hips jerk and buck, she rolls them, rubbing her clit against my tongue as she chants.
Slipping two fingers inside of her hot center, I curl them and that’s when it happens. I feel her pussy clamp down around me, and then I taste her release as it floods my tongue.
I continue to lick her, to pump and curl my fingers inside of her until her body releases its tension and her climax is finished.
“Coda,” she breathes as I kiss my way up her belly, over her corset, between her breasts, her neck and then finally her lips.
“I want you naked,” I murmur against her lips. “I want you riding my dick and want those gorgeous fucking tits in my face.”
Her entire body trembles beneath mine and only then do I lift my head to look into her blue eyes. Her hands wrap around my biceps and she grips them.
“Coda,” she says in an almost warning tone.
Shaking my head, I touch my lips to hers, then lift off of her and crawl over to the headboard, resting my back against it, my legs cocked and ready for her to climb on my lap.
CAMILLE
Reaching behind me, I slowly unzip my corset top, then undo the few inner hooks and pull it off. Tossing it to the side, I pinch my eyes closed as my breasts are exposed to Coda’s eyes.
Inhaling through my nose, I let out the exhale through my mouth and open my eyes when he doesn’t immediately say anything.
When my gaze finds his, I blink. He’s staring at me slack-jawed as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Immediately, I lift my arms to cover my breasts when he holds up his palm.
“Cover those tits and I’ll tie your hands behind your back. Get the fuck over here, Elle.”
I gasp, my body moving before I even realize what’s happened. Straddling his thighs, I bite the corner of my bottom lip as I feel his hard length against my center. Coda wraps his hands around my hips, his fingers gripping me tightly.
“They’re beautiful, Camille. Better than I imagined and fucking hell, I’ve imagined plenty.” He grins.
Inhaling deeply, I look down at him. “I’ve never, not like this,” I admit on a whisper.
He frowns but doesn’t say anything immediately, instead he lifts me off of him slightly. He releases my hip, then I feel his hand between my legs. Coda’s thumb flicks my clit, causing me to whimper and roll my hips in search for more.
“You’ll do just fine, babe,” he rumbles.
He shifts beneath me, then I feel the head of his cock press against my opening. “Take me inside of you, Elle. Move any way you want, fuck, it’s going to be beautiful.”
Hesitantly, I sink down along his length, taking all of him inside of me. I don’t know how this happened, this exact moment, how I ended up in this room, with him inside of me, but I refuse to truly question it, too afraid that it could be over at any second.
Once I’m fully seated, when he’s filled me and stretched me in a way that nobody else ever has, I inhale a shaky breath and let it out, my eyes never leaving his.
“Know where I’m gonna put it,” he murmurs as he cups my breasts with his hands.
“What?”
Coda pinches my nipples, tugging them slightly and my head falls back as my hips roll once. “Yeah,” he rasps. “I know exactly where I’m putting it,” he says as if he’s talking aloud to himself.
“What, Coda?” I ask again, this time a bit louder but no less breathless.
He feels amazing, so much better than anything else I’ve ever felt in my life.
“My mark, Elle. I’m going to put my name right, here,” he says.
He releases one of my nipples and then I feel his finger trace the top of my breast, curving it down between them.
“I’m marking your tits, babe. No way around it, these are going to have my name on them. Soon.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
CODA
Fucking h
ell. Camille’s cunt feels like heaven. Though I didn’t think anything would have felt better than her tentative mouth wrapped around my cock, I was so goddamn wrong it wasn’t even funny. Her pussy is by far the best I’ve ever felt.
“Coda,” her soft voice calls.
My eyes are wrenched from her tits, from the place I’m imagining my name marked on her body, and I find her gaze with my own. Her eyes are wide, her nostrils flare slightly as she watches me.
“Move, Elle,” I murmur.
“I don’t…”
Leaning forward, I press my lips against hers, then my mouth travels down the column of her neck. “Just do what makes you feel good,” I instruct, flicking my gaze up to her eyes. “You can’t fuck this up, babe. No way in hell. It’s going to feel amazing no matter what you do up there. Just do what feels good.”
She nods, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders a bit. She lifts up, then slowly sinks back down again. I let out a grunt, loving the way her pussy feels around my cock.
Sliding one of my hands around her back, I press my palm against the center, forcing her to arch slightly.
Dipping my chin, I take one of her nipples between my lips, opening my mouth, I suck on more of her tit, gently closing my teeth around her.
“Oh, God,” she moans, her hips jerking above me.
My teeth clamp down a bit harder enjoying the way her head falls back as her body begins to find a rhythm that feels good for her and fucking phenomenal for me. Camille’s movements are unsure but so fucking gorgeous with each roll of her hips.
“I’m close,” she whimpers.
Releasing her tit with a pop, I move my lips over to the other one and do the same thing. Taking her perfect tit in my mouth, I sink my teeth into her. A grunt of satisfaction rolls through me when I feel her pussy flutter around my cock.
Her entire body stiffens and then I feel her cunt squeeze me so goddamn tight that I rip my mouth from her tit and grind my teeth together.
Unable to let her have control over me for a second longer, my hands find their way to her hips again and I clench her tightly.
Lifting her hips, I use her body to jack my cock, three strokes and I pinch my eyes closed as my head falls back against the headboard and I fill her with my release.
CAMILLE
My breathing comes out in pants. My entire body relaxes and I fall forward, my chest pressing against Coda’s. My achy breasts lay flat against his as I bury my face in his neck and attempt to catch my breath.
“Fuck,” he sighs against the top of my head.
I sigh when I feel his fingers move and grab ahold of each of my ass cheeks. He squeezes my flesh and I lift my face to look up into his blue eyes.
I should feel embarrassed. I completely used his body to get myself off, but I’m not the slightest bit ashamed of that fact.
He felt amazing.
“You’re in trouble, Elle,” he warns.
Licking my lips, my mouth parts as I look up to him. “I am?” I ask.
“Yeah, you’re mine now,” he says as if he hasn’t declared something monumental.
“I am?” I breathe only able to say two words at a time apparently.
“Oh, yeah. This body will never know another man’s touch. Only mine,” he announces as his fingers flex against my ass again.
“Coda.”
He shakes his head once as if to quiet me. “Serious as fuck, Elle. You’ll end up hating me one day, but fuck, babe. I can’t let you go. I’ve been inside of you. I’ve seen all of you and I never want another man where I am right now.”
I blink up at him, unbelieving that he’s said exactly what he has, but he has and he has zero regret swimming in his gaze. Tightening myself around his semi-hard cock that is still inside of me, he groans as I lean forward and touch my lips to his.
“I don’t think I want you to ever let me go, Coda. You’ve been watching me, but I’ve been watching you too,” I admit.
One of his hands leaves my ass and slowly slides up my spine until his fingers wrap around the back of my neck.
“Not close enough,” he warns.
“Are you going to continue fucking Lola?” I ask, knowing that she’s the only whore I’ve seen him with in the months that I have been here.
Something flashes in his eyes, but he only shakes his head once. “Not with you here. Fuck, I don’t think I could even imagine being with another woman. I think you ruined me, Elle.”
Smiling, I touch my mouth to his before I whisper against his lips. “Good, because you ruined me a long time ago.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
CODA
I pull the warm body closer to mine, enjoying the way the curve of the woman’s ass fits perfectly against my cock. Burying my face in her hair, I inhale a deep breath and let out a sigh as Camille’s scent surrounds me.
Last night, I fucked her one more time before we passed out. She’s mine. Doesn’t matter what anyone else says, I’m claiming this woman as my own.
There’s a knock on my door and I let out a grunt as I roll away from her. Walking over to the door, naked, I look back at my bed and my lips twitch into a smile. She’s there, on her stomach, the sheet only pulled up to her ass, one leg hitched up and hanging out of the bedding.
Fuck.
Her hair is a tangled up mess and I’ve never seen a sight so beautiful in my entire life. Wrenching the door open, my eyes widen when I see who’s on the other side.
Benoit, Camille’s brother, stands in front of me. His eyes automatically glance down to my naked cock, then to the woman in the bed behind me. Thankfully, he can’t see her face, but I can tell when he realizes just who is naked in my bed.
“Snake wants to talk to you before you leave,” he rumbles.
“Be there in a few, let him know, yeah?” I ask nonchalantly.
“There better be a really good fucking reason my sister is asleep in your goddamn bed.”
I don’t bother looking back at her, instead I keep my focus on him and him alone. “Not your fuckin’ business, prospect,” I point out.
He growls, taking a step toward me, his hand balled into a fist at his side. I brace myself for what I’m sure will be a fight. I don’t blame him, I would probably fight me too if I had a sister and she was in the bed of a man like me.
“That’s my sister. I didn’t rescue her from a life of hell to end up with a man like you,” he sneers.
“Probably not, but she’s here with me anyway.” I shrug.
“Benoit?” Camille’s soft voice floats from behind me.
I feel her body press against the side of mine, she’s wrapped in the sheet from my bed. I want nothing more than to look down at her, to wrap my arms around her and carry her back to bed, to fuck her again before I have this meeting with Snake.
Benoit’s gaze snaps over to hers and I watch as his cheeks tint pink as he looks down at her. “It’s okay Benoit,” she murmurs softly. “Coda is who I want,” she states.
My chest immediately fills with pride from her declaration. “Marking her,” I blurt out. Lifting my arm, I slide it around her shoulders and pull her a little closer against my side. “Making her my Old Lady.”
“I’ll kill you if you hurt her,” he points out.
He can’t do that, he’d be signing his own death wish, though maybe the crazy bastard fucking would, I don’t know. Dipping my chin, I focus my eyes on his.
“Understood. It’s real though, Benoit. Want you to know that it’s real,” I say.
Honestly, I don’t have to tell him shit. Not really. I am because I respect Camille. I’ve been falling in love with her deeper and deeper each day from afar. As pussified as that shit sounds, I’ll never admit it aloud, but it’s the goddamn truth.
“It better fuckin’ be. Marry her, make it legit,” he snaps.
I watch as he turns away and stomps down the hallway, away from us. Closing the door, I turn to her. Camille’s eyes are watery as she looks up at me. Cupping her cheek, I tilt my head to the sid
e, my brows knitting together as I look down at her.
“It’s real,” she breathes.
“So goddamn real, Elle.”
Pressing my lips against hers, I kiss her, slipping my tongue into her mouth I fuck her as I taste her. It’s so goddamn real it makes my chest ache.
I love her. Fucking loved her since I first laid eyes on her in my bed recovering from my attack from Martel’s man.
She was this angel looking down at me and I just fucking knew that she was too good for me, but I had to have her anyway. No matter how hard I tried to stay away, this moment, this was all inevitable.
CAMILLE
Slipping my short skirt back up my hips, I forego the corset and instead find a t-shirt of Coda’s, pulling it on and tying a knot at the waist before I slip my high heels back on my feet and make my way to the bar to wait for him.
Stepping into the room, I freeze at the sight of her sitting at a table. Lola lifts her gaze to me as if she senses my eyes on her. Her lips tip in a small smile and she dips her chin toward the empty chair in front of her.
Looking behind me, I sigh when I realize that there’s nobody there, it’s really me that she wants to sit by her. Reluctantly, I make my way toward her and slowly sink down in the chair across from hers.
I hold my breath, waiting for her to give some speech about how Coda is hers and she’s going to make sure that he stays that way, but it never comes.
“He’s just a friend, and I know you’re who he’s been wanting for months. I’m happy for you, both.”
I blink, shocked by her words, but not convinced that she isn’t going to try and stab me in the back. Staying silent, I wait for the shoe to drop.
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