Vines, Ella - Camille's Seduction [Dukes of Desire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free Page B

She whimpered, still not sated even after her orgasm. Titus smiled at her.
    “That was just the beginning. Once we’re married, we’ll consummate it, and all three of us are going to claim you.” Camille moaned in frustration at the thought of waiting.
    “I told you we’d make you want us, little bird.” Titus kissed her and toweled her off with the sheet. Knoll nipped at her ear, and Mortimer whispered goodnight. A moment later, the candles were out, and the Tremont brothers were gone.

Chapter 3

    Camille’s mind would not shut down. Once the pleasure was over, she came back to reality. This is madness. I have to find a way out of here. What I’ve done is insane, immoral. She stumbled out of bed and over to the window. She threw it open, breathing of the cool night air. Think. Her only chance was escape via the hallway. She lit the candle by her bed and slid on quiet feet into the hall. Tears ran down her cheeks at what she had done. When they found out, there would be no safety for her, not even in marriage. So, it’s either escape now or marry and stay quiet. Camille wanted the former. She kept walking down the hall, but she only got more lost. Sobs wracked her body. She stumbled and thudded against a door. It opened, and Mortimer Tremont pulled her into his arms.
    “What are you doing out here, you silly wench?” He shut the door and pushed her against the wall.
    “I can’t stay. This is all a mistake.” Tears ran down her cheeks, and he pulled her long hair in his hand. She felt his erection throbbing against her stomach as he held her against the wall.
    “It’s no mistake, and you’re going to stay and be wife to Titus and woman for all three of us. I do not wish to marry, and there is no finer looking woman than you in all of London or anywhere I’ve been, and believe me, I have been.” He nipped at her ear, eliciting a moan from Camille. “It won't be so bad, you'll see.” He surprised her by kissing her, the tenderness of it taking her breath away.
    “When I leave tomorrow, I’ll go away, and you won’t find me.”
    Even as Camille spoke, she half-believed her own words. Did she really want to leave?
    He tweaked her nipple, sending a bolt of pain and pleasure through her.
    “No, you won’t. Your mother needs the money too much, and you need the marriage.” He curled his lips like a wolf.
    “Don't be so sure of that. I can say no if I want to.” Tears slid down her cheeks, and he licked and sucked at them until Camille moaned with arousal.
    “I know you will marry us because we want you, and we'll care for you, Camille. In fact, soon enough, I think you'll do anything we ask because you want it so much.” She shook her head no, and he pulled her hair, holding her head in place as he kissed her, biting her mouth and forcing his tongue inside her wetness. Camille’s thighs grew slippery with need. He let her go, and she gasped for breath.
    “Yes, you will do what we ask, and right now, you’re going to suck my cock, you pretty wench.” Camille whimpered at the thought.
    “Get on the floor and do it.” She slid down on her knees on the hard, stone floor, putting one hand around Mortimer’s muscled thigh and the other hand on the base of his cock. Only one other man before tonight had asked for and received this from her, and now he... Camille stopped the thought, focusing on the moment and her need as well as Mortimer’s. She squeezed the base of his cock in her hand, and he hissed as she swirled her tongue around the ridged top of it.
    “Yes, slut. Suck it. I’ve wanted this for ages.” Mortimer’s language should have offended her, but instead, her thighs grew damp, and her cunt throbbed. She took more of him into her mouth, and he gripped her hair, pulling it until she moaned in mingled pain and ecstasy.
    “You like it rough, don’t you, you, my sweet cocksucker?” Camille moaned in answer, taking him fully into her mouth, deep in her throat. He thrust into her, nearly