Laughing, I didn’t even have it in me to be jealous, because I knew he meant it.
I had his focus.
All of it.
And I loved it.
I reveled in it.
He could never be too possessive, could never guard me too zealously.
I’d never felt more alive when he glowered at every man who dared cast me a look, had never been happier than when his fingers found their way under my skirt as we danced at a gala.
Amid this chaos, he did that—he made me happy, and I knew I did the same for him.
Me: That can be arranged.
Bren: Can it?
Me: Give me a few.
Bren: Do I need to be in my hotel room?
Me: You’d better. If you whip that dick out in public and another woman sees it, I’ll be the one going homicidal.
Bren: You’d better be willing to deal with the boner you just gave me.
Me: What do you think? Give me five.
With a giggle, Nyx completely forgotten, cast to the past where he belonged, I rushed over to the table where I had a collection of things to keep me occupied.
There was a tangle of patterns for my crocheting because I was trying to make baby clothes and failing—who knew things that were miniaturized were so hard to create—and I’d been saving up crosswords because I wasn’t allowed to have the paper delivered to the compound. Underneath all that, there was my laptop.
I turned it on, then carried it over to the foot of the bed.
With that done, I reached down and shimmied out of my yoga pants.
As I stared down at my belly, I smiled as I cupped the tiny pooch.
Life was stirring inside me. A life that Brennan and I had created after years of trying. A life that I refused, point blank, to be inveigled in war.
We had eighteen years to change things, to make New York better, and I knew Brennan would for our baby. Just so that he or she never had to go through what he had. What I had.
Stripping out of my loose sweater, I clambered onto the bed, opened our messaging service and tapped out: Me: You there?
Bren: At the hotel and dying for your cunt.
I closed my eyes as shivers rushed through me.
What he did to me with those dirty words... Five years on, and he still held me in his thrall.
Shuddering and wishing he was here to take charge of me how I needed, to come on my tits, to fuck me filthy, I positioned myself on the bed.
It was awkward, but he didn’t have to know that.
On my hands and knees in front of the screen, my pussy there, in the direct line of the webcam, I reached between my thighs and tapped on the ‘video call’ button.
For a few seconds, it rang, and then his face popped up. His beautiful, gorgeous face that I saw from between my legs.
He was flushed from a couple of drinks, but whatever he’d been about to say disappeared in a heartbeat as he saw my pussy.
My slick, wet pussy that creamed only for him.
“Fuck,” he snarled.
I smirked and slid a finger into my cunt.
“I love you, baby,” I said breathily.
“Fuck, Camille, I love you too,” he rasped and I heard the sound of his zipper as he pulled out his cock.
When he groaned out his love for me, I sighed with delight as he handed me another reason, on top of the ten thousand others he’d gifted me over the last five years, to be alive.
Which brother will be next?
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Darlings,
So, you came across Camille in Nyx (www.books2read.com/Nyx) and I knew she got a lot of hate simply because of her past, but if you go and do a search for her name in that book, you’ll find that she was always kind, always loving, and always wanting his love. People don’t like clubwhores in the MC world, but Camille is a genuine diamond, and I hope that your eyes are opened if you do search for her name.
With that being said, I hope this finds you shedding a little tear in hope.
Even in the darkness, there is light. <3
Suicide journals, sadly, are a tool used by people having suicidal thoughts to keep themselves from going ahead with taking their own lives. Not unlike her darling mama, Camille journaled, but hers was to stop her from taking that very final step.
Camille is a lost soul. There’s no mistaking that. Suffering with Body Dysmorphia, lost in her grief, with a parent who doesn’t care, cutting as her only comfort, I hope you believe that, by the end, she became the big sister she always wanted to be. That she became the woman she deserved to be.
She didn’t need Brennan to make her stronger, to empower her—she just needed acceptance. She needed the security of knowing that she was safe. And now she has his love. I, for one, know that Brennan will always cherish his Queen.
I pray that, today, you too are safe. That you know you are loved, because you are. You’re in a sisterhood now. Much like Aela, Aoife, Inessa, Camille, and even Victoria—though we both know she isn’t destined to be in the Five Points. You are a fan of the Filthy Feckers, along with thousands of others like you. You are strong, you are beautiful, you are proud.
The song Camille sang to Jacob is an old Russian folk song: Kalinka: https://youtu.be/b8nvPjKMDh0
Oh, and yes, the wedding Inessa and Eoghan attended was Amaryllis, Ink, Saint, and Keys’. :) If you didn’t know, they’re from All Sinner No Saint. <3
I hope to see you in my Diva reader group: www.facebook.com/groups/SerenaAkeroydsDivas where you can chat with me on the regular about my releases, but if not… until next time.
And if you’re interested in finding out more about Quin, then you should read HAWK, the next book in ‘A Dark & Dirty Sinners’ MC’ series. www.books2read.com/HawkSerenaAkeroyd
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THANK YOU.
Much love,
Serena
xoxo
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I'm a romance novelaholic and I won't touch a book unless I know there's a happy ending. This addiction is what made me craft stories that suit my voracious need for raunchy romance. I love twists and unexpected turns, and my novels all contain sexy guys, dark humor, and hot AF love scenes.
I write MF, menage, and reverse harem (also known as why choose romance,) in both contemporary and paranormal. Some of my stories are darker than others, but I can promise you one thing, you will always get the happy ending your heart needs!
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