Twisted Justice

by Danielle James

  “Camilla, come on sweetheart. Talk to me. I need to know what’s happening or else I can’t help.”

  “I feel like I’m losing him,” she sniffled, her voice small and sad. She started to shake her head again, no doubt from the pain and pressure.

  “It’s okay. Breathe. You have to breathe through it.”

  “I can’t! If I lose him,” she shook her head again and whimpered.

  “You’ll be okay, Camilla. You have the kids, right?” I reminded her, trying to pull her mind in another direction. She sniffled and nodded slowly. “You have to be okay for the kids, no matter what.” I rubbed her back in circles and fought like hell to ignore that I was so damn in love with this girl that it hurt. Camilla left a trail of lovesick men in her wake though, so I wasn’t special.

  “What are the kids doing right now?” I asked her quietly.

  “They’re with Dad and Laurel,” she sniffled.

  “See? You have people in your corner. You’re fine,” I told her. Camilla nodded and I could see the tension in her features ease a bit. “You’re strong. You’ve gotten so strong over the years. Don’t let that go. Keep being strong. You love Manny but you’re not dependent on him for survival,” I reminded her.

  “I know but…” Her voice was shaky as she spoke through the thick emotion. “He’s my world.”

  “Your world exists in spite of him, not because of him.” She nodded again and tried to breath steadier. Seeing how she reacted to even the possibility of losing my brother showed me how deeply she loved him. In fact, I’d never seen love like theirs before. It stirred different emotions inside of me.

  She would be alright if he was indeed cheating even though it would take a lot of work and time alone. If something happened to him though? I feared for her. She’d never be okay. “You’re right,” she responded quietly. “It’s so hard though, Alexander.”

  “It’s hard. Not impossible.” She sat silently in my lap for a while until she calmed down, then she turned to look into my eyes. She leaned in and placed the sweetest kiss on my lips. She made me feel like I was flying.

  “Thank you,” she gave me a soft smile. “I’d give you more than that but…” She looked around the cement room and sighed.

  “You wouldn’t give me shit because you’re married to my brother.”

  “Mmm…someone should tell him that.”

  “Everything will sort itself out.”

  “Why are you defending him if you hate him so much?” She quizzed with a raised brow.

  “I might hate him, but I love you. I love the kids. I want you and Manny to work for those reasons alone.” I touched the side of her face and she smiled against my palm. Her skin was smooth like silk; I wanted to touch it for the rest of my life.

  “You’re so well-behaved now. Last year you would have eaten me alive.”

  “I still would,” I laughed. “I have nothing but time to think in here though. I don’t wanna hurt you in the long run and if I gave into all the shit I wanna do to you,” I shook my head and chuckled dryly.

  “You’re making me blush, Alexander.”

  “I’m serious. It’s been a year since I’ve fucked a woman….more than a year since I’ve fucked the only one that matters.” The way her cheeks and neck flushed pale red made my dick twitch. She was so beautiful with her long lashes and full, pouty lips. I curled my fingers around the back of her neck and watched as her eyes fluttered shut. “I miss you, Camilla.”

  “Don’t say that,” she begged, her eyes still closed. “The way I’m feeling right now…you’d get fucked right here in this little metal chair.” My dick stood at full attention. She wasn’t having an episode so all I could focus on was screwing her. She wasn’t at her most vulnerable anymore but I knew she was still hurting so I had to keep my lust at bay. The fact that I was able to sneak these visits in with her at all was amazing and I needed to focus on that.

  “Do you remember the first time we fucked?” I asked with my lips against her ear. She nodded quickly, her teeth tugging on her plump bottom lip. “You were so mad because you couldn’t control me like you do with everyone else.” My hand skimmed over her stomach and up to her breasts.

  “You drove me insane,” she let a soft smile cross her face.

  “I did. You loved it too.” I inched her skirt up over those full rounded hips of hers until she was only sitting on me wearing her lace panties. I tugged at the waistband of my pants letting my erection spring free.

  “I did love it. I loved you,” she sighed. “You were amazing, Alexander.”

  “Was I? How did I make you feel?” My cock was sliding against her panties and the longer she sat there the more she rocked back and forth against the stiffness.

  “So fucking good. Just like right now,” she moaned and I almost came undone. “You should just let me get a revenge fuck in. It could be our secret.” She seamlessly moved her panties to the side and the head of my dick slid against her bare, wet pussy lips. I paused and cursed under my breath.

  “Camilla,” I growled.

  “What? Clearly, you want it too.” She was right. I wanted to fuck her more than anything but that didn’t make it right. Fuck, I felt stupid for turning her down when all it would take was one push and she’d be riding my cock. It was what I’d wanted for so fucking long. I should have never had her sit on my damn lap, now I had to struggle with morals and shit.

  “If I fuck you, I want it to be because you want me. Not because you want to get back at my brother.” I let out a pent up breath full of regret.

  “Well since I can’t fuck you, then can I at least make you cum?” She asked, turning around so that her legs were on either side of me and my dick slapped up against her stomach. I nodded quietly and she began stroking me slowly at first, and then faster. I leaned my head back and didn’t even try to stop the groans slipping from my mouth. I bucked against her grip and slid my cock in and out of her dainty hand making her tits jiggle. They transfixed me, the way they moved under her shirt. I wanted to put my mouth on them and lick her nipples.

  “Camilla,” I called for her like I’d been dying to do. Her hands felt sensational on me.

  “I want you to cum all over my hands, Alexander.” Her wish was my command. Spurts of milky white cum shot out until it felt like I would black out. She leaned in and kissed me slowly before getting up and washing her hands. Part of me wanted to watch her lick it off but I knew that kind of nasty shit was only reserved for whoever she was in love with. I’d fucked that up for myself.

  “That shit was crazy.” I put my cock away and sighed heavily.

  “It was fun. At least you got yours,” she pouted.

  “I’d love to make you cum all over yourself all fucking night but…” I shrugged.

  “It might be a good thing that you’re in here because you’d be my rebound dick. No questions asked.” She winked at me and I just shook my head. The shit I was missing out on by being in prison was starting to make me sick. Even if I had been in Georgia, if Camilla called in need of some dick, I’d be there.

  I’d always be there.

  **

  Chapter Ten

  Camilla

  “Do you want to come?” Emmanuel’s voice pulled me out of my own thoughts. Lately, he’d been acting like a stranger. I hated it and I was almost certain he was fucking Lana but I didn’t want to believe the signs. I couldn’t. If Emmanuel cheated on me I would kill him and Lana wouldn’t stand a chance.

  Now, my husband was standing in front of me getting dressed before the sun even came up, asking if I wanted to tag along with him and his girlfriend for the day. I almost laughed in his fucking face. “What do you think?” I folded my arms against my chest and glared at him.

  “Camilla, I…I’m just trying to spend time with you and the kids. That was the entire purpose of you not working anymore.”

  “It was until you decided to hire that bitch,” I spat angrily.

  “Okay…you don’t wanna come.” He admitted defeat,
which was unlike him.

  “Emmanuel, would you ever lie to me?” I quizzed as he walked into the closet to find his suit for the day. I followed behind him with my stomach in knots. Even looking at him lately caused me so much pain because all I could see was him between someone else’s legs. He hadn’t made love to me in a week. It was the single biggest indicator that he was fucking Lana. I told myself all sorts of shit to stop from seeing the truth but it stared in my face every damn day.

  “Camilla where are you going with this shit?”

  “I’m asking you a question.”

  “I wouldn’t want to.” He sighed, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it in the hamper. As he searched for a button down shirt, flipping through his clothes my eyes settled on the muscles of his back and I bit my lip lustfully. I missed him but I didn’t want to even be near him at the same time. It hurt too much. Almost like an optical illusion, fresh scratches appeared on Emmanuel’s back. It took my eyes a few moments to settle on them but once I did, I also saw small bruises, fading on his shoulders. Bruises I didn’t put there.

  A thick knot swelled in my throat and I barely stopped myself from crumpling to the ground. Pressure mounted quickly in my head and I found myself doubling over. It was instantaneous and it leveled me. He was really cheating on me.

  When he turned around and saw me he scooped me up without a second thought but I fought against him with all my might, slapping and punching his rock hard chest. “Get off of me!” I screamed shrilly. “You’re fucking her! I should shoot you!” It felt like my head would pop open and all the pain would drain out. I’d welcome it over the pain that was wrecking my heart.

  He froze and looked at me. He looked at me. He didn’t even deny it. Tears burned my eyes and blurred my vision as the gravity of everything fell upon my chest. It was so hard to breathe. It felt like I was dying. “How could you do this to me, Emmanuel? I gave you everything!” I sobbed. “You of all people? You? You!” I was up and shoving him with everything I had in me. “You were never supposed to do this to me!” It felt like I was being ripped apart. I was so grateful for my father and Laurel taking the kids for a huge sleepover because I would have woken them up with my shouting.

  “Camilla! Stop!” He boomed, holding my hands in his fists so I couldn’t hit him anymore.

  “Tell me to my face! Tell me now!” I stared into his coffee eyes praying he’d deny it or tell me I was losing my mind. He said nothing though. He held his head down and refused to look at me.

  “I’m sorry,” his words were heavy like boulders between us. I sucked in breaths rapidly but it still wasn’t enough. I felt the room spinning, the colors swirling together, the air growing thick. I was going to pass out. “Camilla…” His voice was ripe with emotion once he noticed I was in the thick of the first episode I’d had in years. It hurt so fucking bad I wanted to claw my heart out. “Look at me,” he commanded. I refused though. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. I…don’t have an excuse.” He clutched my body to his and I couldn’t even fight him because I felt so damn weak. “I never wanted to hurt you.” I heard him say before I blacked out.

  Pain and pressure assaulted me when my eyes opened. I could hear several voices shouting downstairs. I sat up and pain stabbed through my head and my heart. I was miserable. I propelled myself down the steps when I heard Cole’s voice though. He was arguing with Emmanuel and it looked heated. I threw myself in the middle of them, facing Emmanuel. “You need to leave,” I sniffled. My top lip felt wet and when I licked it the metallic flavor of blood flooded my taste buds. Emmanuel frowned sadly and tried to hug me but before I could shove him away, Cole’s strong arm pulled me in, protecting me.

  “You’re protecting my wife from me?” Emmanuel growled.

  “Yes!” Cole boomed right back at him. I was getting ready to speak when I saw Lana standing in the corner looking shaken up. My eyes narrowed to slits and in a split second I launched myself at her breaking away from Cole’s grasp.

  She shrieked when my hand ripped at her hair, pulling it from her scalp. With an audible crack, my fist slammed into her jaw. Emmanuel’s arms plucked me off of the bitch before I could do any real damage. It was lucky for her because I could see black spots dotting my vision after the first hit connected.

  “Nah, let her go! You created this motherfucking monster. Let Camilla fuck her up.”

  “I’m leaving!” Lana cried.

  “Good, bitch!” I snarled. “If I ever see you I swear you’ll never breathe again.”

  “Camilla!”

  “What, Emmanuel? Did you think I’d play nice with your mistress? Huh? You’re lucky I’m not fucking you and her up. Get out of my house!”

  “Camilla, we need to talk,” he said. I could feel my nose bleeding again and I wanted to make Emmanuel bleed too. He was way too big and strong though. So I settled for the next best thing. I’d hurt him emotionally. I shrugged away from him and ran to Cole. He’s who I wanted comforting me anyway. “Camilla…don’t do this,” he begged with sadness in his eyes.

  “Why do you even look sad? You did this! You fucked up something that was perfect!” My throat hurt from yelling my raw emotions at him. I couldn’t stop them from rushing out of my mouth. They didn’t care about my headache or my bloody nose. They needed to be expressed. My heart was crying. “What does she give you that I don’t?” I whined from the pain in my head.

  “Nothing! I don’t even fucking know why…I don’t. You’re all I want.” He told me with so much sincerity that I almost believed him. I could see truth in his eyes but his actions were contradictory.

  “You can’t even tell me why?” I cried through snot and blood and tears.

  “No, I can’t. I’m a piece of shit…” He sounded choked up. When he reached for me, Cole stood in front of me with his muscles tight and shoulders squared.

  “Manny, I will fuck you up if you try to touch her again.”

  “Cole, I don’t wanna kill you today. Don’t be stupid.” As much as I loved Cole, and I knew he’d fight for me…Emmanuel would kill him. There was no mistaking that shit. I locked my fingers with his and tugged him away. “Cami, I’ll come by later.” His eyes pled with me and I felt so fucking torn. What the hell was happening?

  **

  “Here, put this on your forehead. You need to chill.” He handed me an ice pack and I glared at him. “What?” He was oblivious to his own corny pun.

  “Did you seriously say I needed to chill, then hand me an ice pack?”

  “No pun intended, Camilla,” he chuckled and sat beside me on the bed. “You okay? Seriously?”

  “No,” my voice wobbled and the tears fell silently. “I just don’t get it, Cole. Emmanuel of all people, cheating?”

  “Yeah, shit seems weird as fuck,” he admitted with a nod. “Lana isn’t even that sexy. She tries but…” He shook his head.

  “Maybe he thinks she’s beautiful.” I swiped at my stinging tears and tried not to think about it. I couldn’t help it though. Whenever I tried to bury shit, my head started throbbing.

  “Nobody’s more beautiful than you, Camilla. Nobody.” Cole touched the side of my face.

  “Clearly someone is. Maybe she has amazing pussy.” I shrugged my shoulders and broke down in tears thinking about Emmanuel giving my touches and kisses to someone else.

  “Nobody’s pussy is better than yours either,” he said rubbing the back of his neck.

  “You’re sweet.” I tried to smile through the tears.

  “I’m serious. There is nobody better than you. You’re what every man is always aiming for. Manny is insane. You’re beautiful, freaky, smart, a fucking killer, did I mention beautiful?” He smiled at me and I laughed a little.

  “Yeah, you did.” I cuddled close to him and inhaled his scent. “My head is killing me.”

  “Just lie down.” He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my shoulders. I tried to ignore the pulsing in my head but it wouldn’t go away no matter how quiet it was or how still I l
ay. It was the longest damn episode I’d ever gone through.

  “Cole,” I looked up into his amber eyes.

  “What’s up baby?”

  “I need your help.” I could already feel my pussy throbbing.

  “What do you need?”

  “You,” I swallowed nervously. He looked into my eyes and hesitated.

  “You’re having a mood swing aren’t you?”

  “Kinda. I mean it’s like a pendulum. Right now it’s stuck and it hurts.”

  “Fuck. Camilla, we can’t do this shit. Not now.”

  “Why?”

  “My head isn’t in the right space to do that right now. I’m still fucked up over Noelle and watching you go through this with Manny is messing me up too.” I turned his face so that he was looking into my eyes.

  “Cole, I need a release,” I whined. It was the quickest way I knew to make all the pain stop. If Alexander was here he’d talk me through it but he wasn’t. “You’re the only person who can…”

  “Fuck you and not get attached,” he said shutting his eyes. In the next breath, Cole was kissing me. He was safe and comfortable and he felt like a refuge. Shit, maybe my head wasn’t in the right space either. When I felt a jolt of pain shoot through my body I felt clear headed. He was biting my bottom lip and pinning my arms above my head.

  “Camilla, I don’t know about this shit right now.”

  “Me either…but I need it,” I breathed. We rushed into another heated kiss and that time his warm hands slid under my shirt and pinched my nipples, making me gasp against his mouth. “Cole, I need you so badly.” I begged for him and he gave me what I needed. He bit my shoulder then my neck and I shuddered under him. I pulled him to my lips and kissed him again like I was hungry.

  My stomach lurched when I felt his dick harden against me. This was different. It wasn’t like the last time Cole and I fucked. It was passionate and fueled with a sense of urgency almost like we’d needed each other for such a long time.

  His tongue danced up and down my neck drawing moans from my mouth. I needed him to fuck me. He reached between my legs and instead of gently rubbing my anxious clit, he squeezed it lighting my entire body up with pain and pleasure. “Is that what you need?” He asked in a deep voice.