Meet the characters:
Cris, he knows who he is and what he wants. Even in the most difficult situations he’s Satan’s Pride steady man. But how much can a man take on? His girl is in trouble, and it’s seeped through to the Pride. He’s determined to have it all, Camille in his life, and the Pride free from the dangers that lurk.
Camille can’t catch a break. Her family are leeches, sucking the very essence from her. She’s got nothing left to give but fights like hell to keep it all together. She wants Cris in her life so badly but fears that once he knows the baggage she carries, he won’t stick around.
Cris has never lost a battle and doesn’t intend to lose Camille. He needs to prove to her that he’s got her back. Will she let him?
Feel the passion:
Angel, Gabby called her, and I couldn’t find a better word. She has fine, delicate features. The curves of her breasts are modestly accentuated by the rounded collar, her neck exposed, allowing me to see the spot that I kiss, knowing that a shudder of excitement runs through her each time I do that. Even her calves are turning me on.
All I can think of is unwrapping the package and claiming every part of her as mine. When I hear the click of the door, I glance over my shoulder to see that Vi has discreetly left. Unfortunately, I’m far too overcome with lust to feel guilty about her taking Gabby and her bag to the car on her own.
“Since you’ve gone through all this trouble to make an impression on my parents, I’m going to give you five minutes to go take off the dress. When I come to you, I want you spread-eagle on the bed for me.” I nip at her earlobe and whisper, “Can you do that for me?” Camille nods, but I want to hear her. “Give me words, baby.”
“Yes,” she replies in a husky whisper. I kiss her cheek and her jaw, then run my fingers over her bare arms.
“Clock starts now.” I wait a beat, but when she doesn’t move, I add, “Go, baby.” Camille scuttles back, then turns to race to the bedroom.
Leaves you wanting more:
It took superhuman strength to force me out of my seat, especially with Camille asleep on my shoulder, nestled in beside me. Her rosy lips are slightly parted, and the soft puffs of her breath are barely audible, but so fucking cute. It shits me to have to wake her, but there’s no way I’m leaving here without having her bolt the door behind me. I thought of grabbing the spare key hanging on the kitchen wall, but it’s too soon, and Camille hasn’t realized that she’s mine yet.
“Yo, babe,” I whisper, not wanting to jolt her. Camille smiles in her sleep and buries herself farther into my side. I’m going to need another cold shower tonight, and I’m not even sure that’ll help. I have to have that talk with her real soon.
“Babe, you gotta lock the door.” I touch her cheek, and her eyes drift open in a sleepy, lazy way. A way that I know I want to wake up to every day for the rest of my life.
“Cris?” she murmurs.
“Fell asleep, baby. I gotta head out, and I need you to lock the door before you go to bed,” I tell her, still cupping her warm cheek.
“Okay.” Her voice is so soft that I’m tempted to fall back on the sofa, pull her on top of me, and spend the rest of the night with Camille in my arms. Instead, I get up, tugging her along with me, and have her walk with me to the door.
“Thanks for all you did today,” she says, biting her lower lip.
“It was a good day. We’ll have plenty more just like today.” I bend my head and kiss her forehead, knowing that if I kiss her the way I want tonight, there’s no way I’ll be able to leave. “Lock this door behind me.”
“Night,” she whispers.
I wait for the lock to turn and the latch to click before hopping on my ride. I smell the scent of her perfume on me. It’s faint, but it lingers.
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