Skin Deep (Wounded Hero Series) (12 page)

Dillon moved toward her but Camille was faster she jumped out of his reach, as he went to grab her. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “We need to talk.” Dillon stood still. His nostrils flared as he took in her scent she was just as aroused as he was. The little minx was testing his will power; it had been years since a woman thought to challenge him. His sexual partners knew of his dominate nature, and when the need arouse and he could no longer control it, was when he would go in search of someone to satisfy that need.

Now the need was on him and the only woman he wanted was Camille. The way she was taunting him now was making him crazy, his cock was so damn hard he could hammer nails with it. All he could think about was diving deep inside her core until he no longer knew; where he stopped and she began. “What do we have to talk about?” he asked surprised at how husky his voice sounded.  He looked at her tracing every curve, every line of her body; he watched her nipples harden under her tee shirt. The sight of those hard little pebbles made his month water. He was tired of this he needed to be inside her. “Dillon did you hear what I said?” Dillon smiled that sexy smile that made her melt. He started toward her again this time she would not get far. Before she could track his movement Dillon jumped and took her down to the floor, he twisted his body at the last minute so he hit the floor first, cushioning her fall against his hard body instead of the floor.

Camille shrieked and struggled to get to her feet but Dillon was faster and stronger, he flipped her onto her back and was on top of her with his large body blanketing her smaller body. Without saying a word, Dillon reached between their bodies and unfastened her jeans and in one move, he had her jeans down around her ankles. Then he made quick work of her thong by ripping it. She gasped and called his name in a breathless whisper. He leaned down and smiled as he took her wrists into his large hand and held them above her head. “You said if I wanted them off I would have to take them off.” Before she could respond, he kissed her long and hard. This was different Camille thought to herself. Dillon was more forceful, demanding, he was dominant. He still held her wrists in his hand she wanted to touch him. His grip was firm and unyielding. He wasn’t hurting her.  It was clear they were going to do things his way. the thought of him taking complete control, turned her on more than anything ever had before. This was the Dillon she wanted. He wasn’t holding back.

When he broke the kiss, their gazes locked. “This is what you get when you push me too far and leaving alone and unprotected is too much Cam. Do you hear me too much?” Camille struggled to free her hands but it was useless. She stilled when she felt his cock at her core, she felt her body respond to his, preparing for his sweet intrusion. With a blink of any eye, he thrust deep inside her. She screamed his name; he gave her no time to recover from his intrusion. Dillon began to move as he rolled his hips the movement drove him deeper and pushed Camille higher than she ever thought possible. This was hotter, more intense. Except something was different, Dillon was different. “Dillon please let my hands go, I want to touch you.” she said in a pleading voice. He said nothing his grip grew tighter. He increased his thrusts. “Let you go so you can run from me again, that won’t happen Cam not ever.” he said through clenched teeth. Camille had pushed and pushed and her leaving the house alone with a lunatic out there was the last straw. His control was gone and the dark side of his nature came to the forefront; he had dreamed of all the dirty things he wanted to do with Camille. Never believing that he would have the chance and even if he did, the fear of what she might think of him kept those desires hidden. Now with her beneath him there was no turning back, he would risk her disgust for this one moment in time to let go and be free to indulge his dark desires with someone he cared for. He was beyond thinking rationally. There was no thought, only feeling.

“You like that don’t you Cam? Can you feel the way you tighten around my cock? I have wanted to fuck you like this for so long. Do you know how hard I get when I’m around you? You make me want to fuck you senseless every time were together. You feel so damn good.” Dillon was moving faster now and his words made her hotter than hell. Her nipples where so hard they hurt, she pushed her jeans off her ankles and wrapped her legs around his hips. Meeting each of his thrusts, she needed to feel him deeper. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore. Dillon started to lick the soft flesh of her shoulder,
and then suddenly she felt an intense pain that set her body off like a firecracker.  Her orgasm hit her so hard she closed her eyes tight and dug her heels into Dillon’s butt. She felt him stop, still buried deep inside her and the warmth of his semen washed inside her the jets were like hot lava that set off another orgasm that was even stronger than the first. Dillon growled her name as his body convulsed, it was long moments before his body stopped shuttering. They both were breathing hard and their bodies bathed in sweat. When Dillon kissed her gently, Camille opened her eyes to stare into his beautiful green eyes, in that moment she knew she was lost that she belonged to Dillon body and soul. She hadn’t believed it possible to fall more in love with him than she already was. She was wrong what had just transpired between them had changed everything. That realization rocked her. It was a skin deep realization that no other man would ever hold her heart as Dillon did, and when he walked away it was going to destroy her.

Dillon released her hands and rolling off of her. He stood up and pulled her to her feet. He looked at the marks he left on her wrists. Camille watched his facial expression change. He was hiding again, Camille would not accept that. She pulled her hands away and placed them on his chest. “It doesn’t hurt, you didn’t hurt me. I’m not afraid of you in fact I think that was the hottest sex we’ve ever had.” Dillon looked at her, she knew he was searching her face for fear or something even worst revulsion instead what he saw was a woman who made him feel things he never felt before. When she smiled up at him, it made his chest ache. He smiled that sexy smile of his while pulling her into his embrace.

“Well since I’m the only man you’ve ever had sex with, and only the second time we’ve been together. That’s not saying a whole lot now is it?” Camille laughed aloud the sound made him feel he was home. “Well maybe I’m trying to see if you can top that performance, now that you have shown me some of your dirty little tricks; it makes me wonder what else you have up your sleeve.” It was Dillon’s turn to laugh, Camille always knew how to lighten things up and he was grateful for that. When he saw the bruises he left on her wrists, he felt sick. The thought of hurting Camille made him crazy he would cut off a limb to keep her from harm and here he was putting bruises on her not to mention the bite on her shoulder. He cleared his throat as he watched her gather her clothing and head for the bathroom. “Cam I…I’m sorry about the bite I got caught up in the moment.” Camille turned and gave him a big smile. “Don’t be that was the best part, I had no idea I would like the pain is pleasure thing.” That little admission had Dillon’s cock jerking to be free again, as he watched the sway of her hips as she entered the bathroom and closed the door. Yes, it was official he was going straight to hell.

He turned and started to adjust his clothing, when he realized the condom he brought with him was still in his pocket untouched. He cursed under his
breath; he lost all reason when he saw that Camille was safe. They would have to talk about this and soon. If she was carrying his child, he would never leave her. How could he saddle her with his life? This was a royal mess.

Dillon found his com link, put it back in his ear, and turned it on, Butch answered immediately. “I hope you are done because Zane says Danny is going bat shit and driving him crazy.” Dillon smiled. “Yeah we will be heading out in a few minutes. Any signs that we may have company?” Dillon was pacing the studio now as he listened to the running water in the bathroom. “All clear we had some activity earlier but it was some kid casing cars, Trace handled it. What’s your ETA?” Dillon looked down at his watch he had been there twenty minutes; it was time for them to go. “We will be heading out in two minutes ETA for the parking lot is five tops.”  Dillon turned to see Camille standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

“Good, this place is giving me a bad vibe. Trace and I will be at your back. Zane and Danny are taking the lead.”  Butch said sounding a little too serious. That had Dillon on alert; there was something Butch was keeping to himself. We will see you in five Dillon said as he disconnected the com link. He turned to Camille. “We have to leave now.” Camille saw the tightness in his shoulders, something was wrong. She nodded and gathered her things and they were out of her studio and heading for the elevators when that strange feeling hit Dillon again.

It was too quiet when suddenly he noticed that the service elevator was coming up. He pushed Camille behind him and motioned for to be very quiet. He pushed her toward the door leading to the stairs. Dillon turned to look at Camille. She started shaking her head, she knew what he was about to say. “You are not going to leave me, not his time. We go together or we don’t go at all.”  Dillon gave her a serious look, his brows where down and he was frowning. “You head for the lobby; I’ll only be a few minutes. I need to check this out.” Camille lifted her head and squared her shoulders. He knew that look he had seen it enough to know what it meant. She was going to fight him. “No, I am not going anywhere unless you are with me and that’s final. You pulled that little stunt on me last time when I had no idea what was going on. Let’s just get the hell out of here please Dillon.”

Dillon watched her eye’s he knew she was scared; she was not going to make this easy. He breathed a sigh and then nodded. “Okay but let me at least see who it is before we go.” He gave her no option. He turned and headed for the door; he cracked it slightly and peered out at the hallway. When the elevator came to a stop on their floor, he saw a figured exit the elevator dressed in all black from head to toe. The ski mask the person was wearing obscured their eyes from view. Dillon took in what he saw. It was hard to tell if the person was male or female, he tried to take in everything about the person the way they moved, height and weight. He noticed the person moved carefully down the hall, keeping to the shadows.

It was obvious this person knew their way around the building, keeping their head down to avoid the cameras. Dillon narrowed his gaze as the person pulled a hunting knife from the black cargo pants her or she was wearing. Dillon tightened his grip on his weapon, he felt the fury as it built up and threatened to explode this person was there for one reason and one reason only to hurt Camille. Suddenly he felt Camille behind him, he wanted this bastard, and he was so close. However, he couldn’t risk it not with Camille there. Dillon watched as the person entered
Camille’s studio. He gently closed the door and motioned to Camille, they needed to get moving fast. He wanted her as far away from that asshole as possible.

When they were two floors from the lobby, Dillon turned the com-link on. Danny blasted him. “Where the fuck have you been? Your ETA was five minutes it’s been fifteen.” Dillon ignored Danny and concentrated on what he needed. “Trace, what’s your location?”  Dillon waited impatiently for the answer. “I am near the service elevator on the ground floor.” Dillon smiled as they took the last few steps to the parking garage. “We have a visitor that’s what took so long, I need you to stay put and follow the target and under no circumstances do you engage are we clear?” as Dillon and Camille headed for the car Butch was in, he waited. “That’s an affirmative.” Dillon helped Camille into the SUV and then he headed around the front and got in the passenger side. Once Camille was secure inside the vehicle, Butch was pulling out of the parking structure within seconds. He knew that Zane and Danny where ahead of them. 

Camille rode back to the house in silence, looking out the window at the scenery. She had glanced over at Dillon a few times he was deep in thought. She recognized the tension in his shoulders. She knew that he wanted to be the one following the person at her studio. However, she would not feel guilty for keeping him safe. The thought of Dillon going after Xavier or anyone else made her insane with fear. She loved him and could not survive in a world where he no longer existed. For that act of selfishness, she knew that they would have to discuss it. But for now; she had peace of mind that he was safe.

When they entered the house, she could hear her brothers raised voice and he was letting anyone who would listen know that he was not happy. Dillon entered the kitchen first with Camille behind him. Suddenly everything turned upside down and Camille found herself held by two firm hands, as she watched in horror as Danny grabbed Dillon around the neck and pushed him into the wall nearest the back door. Camille struggled to free
herself; she had to stop them before someone got hurt. She stilled when she heard Zane’s deep voice at her ear. “This has been coming for a long time. They need to work this out. This is between the two of them. You would just get in the way.” he said barley above a whisper.

Camille watched in horror as the two men struggled with each other. “Damn it Dillon this isn’t a game, this is her life. While you were doing god knows what; that bastard almost got to her. She is not one of your playmates. I will not stand around and watch you treat her like the others.” Dillon stared into the face of his best friend a man he thought of as a brother, he could have avoided Danny’s move and he could shrug him off if he wanted to. Deep down he knew he was right. What happened between him and Camille in her studio was about him losing control and letting his baser instincts get the better of him. In that moment when he saw that she was safe he needed to reassure himself that she was his and his alone. She deserved better than him.