Justice Falling (Falling #3)(63)
“No more, Nate. No more,” Camille said her voice laced with sadness and regret. I nodded and ushered her to the BMW. She got in without a word.
Ten minutes from home I addressed her coolly, “Call Jin and tell her you’re staying with me tonight. We need to talk.” She nodded, pulled out her phone and texted her friend.
I parked in the car park and led Camille to my apartment and the master bathroom. She didn’t say anything and I didn’t speak. I needed silence for what I had to do right now. Thoughts of her lies and betrayal spun in a vortex of mistrust through my mind. I had to cleanse them and the situation forever.
Without speaking, I peeled off her clothes. Her breath was shallow and she seemed to be only sucking in air when she had to. Once I removed her clothing and had her bare in front of me, I winced, knowing so many other men had seen what was mine, masturbated to images of her beautiful body. It hurt as if needles were being poked into my eyes.
“It’s still me,” she whispered. “I’m still the woman you love.” Her voice broke on the last word. “The woman who loves you.”
I searched her face. The swelling around her cheekbone where Tyler had hit her was red and would be purple tomorrow. A low growl of hurt, anger and remorse ripped from my throat. I slid my hands over each breast and cupped their weight. “How many men have touched these?”
She shivered as I tweaked each nipple. “Only you since I had Tanner,” she said with conviction. So the stripping didn’t include touching. Thank Christ for that.
I gripped her hips, pressing her into my hardened cock through my trousers. I wanted her to feel the effect she had on my body. She groaned and closed her eyes. I palmed her arse digging into the fleshy rounded globes. “And this? Who’s touched your pretty arse?”
She shook her head. “No one but you…” She licked her lips.
I pushed her back and cupped her mound. “And this perfect *. Who Camille? Who owns this cunt?” I ground out the words so forcibly she gasped. Her gaze locked with mine.
“You, Nate. The only man I’ve ever loved.” I sunk two fingers into her heat. She moaned, her body tightening instinctively around the intrusion. She was ready for me. Slick and hot, just the way I liked her.
I licked my lips and hovered near her face. Still fully clothed, I palmed a tit and rolled the nipple. Her cries filled the room as I finger f*cked her good and hard. I added a third finger into her slick * and zeroed in on that spot deep within her, the one that made her insane with need.
“Oh, Oh, God, Nate…” She started her worship and I grinned with twisted pleasure. I was making a point. She was going to accept it or this relationship was over.
“No man gets to see, touch, kiss, lick, or f*ck what is mine. Got that, Camille?” She nodded, her head jerking up and down. “I own your tits, your arse and your sweet f*cking cunt. It’s all mine. Do you understand?”
“I want to be yours, Nate.” She moaned as I pressed high and deep with my three fingers. Her back arched offering her pretty knockers up for the taking. I sucked one hard then bit the tip. She cried out.
“Your pleasure…bloody everything is mine. Do you give it freely?” This was her one opportunity to say no.
“Yes, please Nate. Oh God…” She whimpered as I tickled the bumpy patch of skin within her that I knew could make her come in seconds. Her green eyes were misty as I massaged her deep, f*cking her hard and fast with my fingers. She made that little mewl sound at the back of her throat as I plunged high. The sound made my prick hard as a hammer and ready to nail her.
“Will you ever bare this body?” I sucked a nipple into my mouth flicking the tip. “The body you now gave me freely?” I moved to the other tit and sealed my lips over the erect flesh. “Will you ever show it off again to anyone but me?” Biting her nipple, she screamed and climaxed. It pounded through her body and her sex clenched down on my fingers milking her release.
“No, only you. Only you!”
I manipulated her g-spot, f*cking her hard and fast, forcing her to soar into another orgasm. She flailed wildly. When she calmed down I shed my clothes and pressed her against the bathroom wall. I kissed her, taking her mouth in bottomless penetrating licks. With my free hand I grasped the shower handle turning on the water to the right temperature, never letting up on devouring my woman’s lips.
“Shower time. I’m not f*cking you until you’re cleaned of every man’s eyes that were on you tonight.” She nodded then put her head down in shame. “No more, Precious. You will never take off your clothes and bare your body for anyone but me. When you strip, it’s for my eyes only!”
“I love you, Nate,” Tears spilled down her cheeks. “I needed the money, I couldn’t afford life with Tanner and medical coverage and food…”
I cut off her words with my mouth. Sucking and licking as I led her into the shower. Camille stood stock still as I poured soap onto a washcloth and washed every inch of her magnificent body.
Finally, I’d cleaned enough; enough to sooth my frustration and the heavy weight of her past. This cleansing symbolized the end. The end of her trials, loneliness and the nonstop worry for herself and her son. For me, it symbolized rebirth. That our time together would never be tainted again by our past transgressions. I wasn’t a saint in my past. I didn’t treat women as kindly as I could have, never gave even an inch of my heart but with Camille, I would give my all.