“Don't you give me up, please don't give up on me, I belong with you, and only you, baby”
In which Jackson takes on a special case client that takes a turn for the worst… or so he thinks 🍒
warnings: 18+ content (MNI), witch! black/fem! reader x Special Agent Jackson Brooks, witchy themes, spell work, stalking, obsession, infatuation, dark! reader, cussing/swearing, flirting, smuttt— dirty talk, pnv penetration, lowk sub! Jackson Brooks, handjob, touching, creampie.
a.n: heyyy bae, we’ve unlocked a new character! 🤭 expect to see more of him and Mr. Ledger Ward <3 anyways, this is mad random but I hope y’all like it. Heed those warnings and enjoyy 😚
on the jukebox: ‘Dark Red’ by Steve Lacy + ‘I Put a Spell on You’ by Nina Simone 🍒
It was something about you that Jackson Brooks couldn’t quite understand or put a finger on.
The more he looked at your sleeping figure in his gargantuan hotel bed— that you weren’t supposed to be sleeping in— the more he continued forming questions to ask you eventually.
The more a deep settling feeling hugged on him like a blanket.
Your body shifted on top of his duvet, the hood of your jacket softly exposing your dark, reddish brown coils. You really weren’t supposed to be in his bed, you had your own bed. You knew that.
But he knew that he couldn’t go into your room— privacy reasons. He also didn’t want to wake you up and make you walk to your room. The last time he tried, you got really upset with him.
He vowed to never do it again.
As annoying that it was, it also felt like the more Jackson Brooks looked at you, he realized just how much his job mattered.
He had to protect you, he had to make sure you were safe and in his line of sight at all costs.
You were also really fucking beautiful too. That didn’t help his conflicting feelings either.
Approaching the bed, Jackson ever so gently scooped your body up and under the duvet, draping the warm cover up to your chin. Still you slept like a baby.
You truly entranced him. Even down to when you first met.
—
“Oh my god— thank GOD it’s you! Oh please, you have to help me! They’re going to kill me, please!”
Special Agent Jackson Brooks barely had a moment to register what he’d open his door to. The front door of his very private home, mind you.
Heavy rain and thunderstorms cast down on the Florida area and in the next cities over. It was dark, cold, and gloomy.
You stood draped in black leggings and sweater, drenched from head to toe. Your dark auburn curls were soaked down your back and shoulders. The rain droplets cast down your forehead and cheeks, wetting your long eyelashes.
You had a begging, pleading look in your eye, even as you continued looking from side to side. The threat of your enemies could be anywhere, you needed sanctuary.
“I-I know you don’t know me but I’ve heard about you a-and I know you help people. I’m sorry to meet you like this but I really need your help. There are men after me.. they ran me out of my house and I have nowhere to go. They’re going to kill me, I know it”
Jackson couldn’t tell if it was the rain or actual tears streaking your supple cheeks.
“You have to help me, please”
Something inside of the man lurched and he finally sprung into action. Like he was finally getting out of a trance.
He nodded almost immediately, “of course, ma’am— come in, come in, get behind me”
His arm swiftly reached out to do exactly that. With his holstered gun in hand, the man grabbed it, cocked it, and stepped out further onto his wrap around porch. Eyes surveying the area the best he could through the storm.
Nothing.
Jackson did another thorough look before stepping back inside and closing his front door, locking it. He turned to find you sitting timidly on his couch, shaking.
The man put his gun away and immediately reached into the closet close to the door and grabbed a blanket. He draped it over your shoulders as he sat down next to you.
“Thank you” you smiled gratefully.
“Of course, ma’am. I didn’t see anybody outside so you must’ve outran them but you’re safe here. Are you hurt? Did any of them harm you as you were trying to get away?”
You shook your head and cuddled into the blanket, wrapping it more around yourself.
“I have a small scrape from running and falling but that’s because the ground’s all wet from the rain, nothing my body can’t fix on its own”
Jackson nodded intently.
“I just— I don’t know how they found me but they found me. One minute I’m making some herbs, the next minute I’m hauling ass from my own home.. watching them set it on fire thinking I’m inside”
Your voice shook, watery in sound and a lump in your throat. This time Jackson knew it wasn’t rain droplets casting down your pretty face.
You glanced over at him as tears brimmed your eyes, softly turning your scleras pink.
“I already know you’re going to ask me how I found your house—“
How did you know that?
“— but I just really need your help. I-I don’t have anyone else to turn to and nowhere to lay my head. I also realized that I’m not safe here anymore. I just—“
Jackson recognized the panic in your voice and the steady rise of your chest. You were about to hyperventilate.
Without much thought, Jackson kneeled before you and gently grabbed onto your shoulders. His greenish hazels bored into your own.
“Ma’am— hey hey, try to calm down for me, okay? You’re about to have a panic attack. You don’t need to explain yourself anymore, you’re safe here. Can you breathe with me? Do a deep breath, in—“
You closed your mouth and listened. You took in an inhale, you and Jackson’s chest inflating.
“Out through your mouth”
Deflating chests on the exhale, you couldn’t look away from him. Nor could he you.
“Good.. very good, ma’am. Got one more for me?”
It was a rhetorical question but you nodded anyways.
“In through your nose..” another strong inhale, “out through your mouth” another strong exhale.
You closed your eyes briefly to try to center yourself, at the same time, you felt Jackson’s thumbs caress your clothed shoulder tops.
“You don’t have to worry about anything anymore, ma’am. My name is Jackson Brooks, I’m a regional security officer working for the DDS. If it’s help you need, I can give you that”
When you opened your eyes to look at him, a certain flash ran across your irises. It went short noticed as he soon felt your body being thrown into his. Begone the blanket, your damp arms wrapped around his neck.
“Oh, thank you so much, Jackson. I’m (Y/N)”
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No longer residing in the Florida bayous of his home due to the threats on your life, Jackson found comfort in a luxury hotel in Paris.
It wasn’t his idea but it worked. It was better to be in a completely new country than to try your luck bouncing around hotels in the state.
It had been three months since your appearance at his door. Three months earned the man more time to learn about you and you the same about him.
If he didn’t learn it then, he surely learned now that you’d grown very close to him. Comfortable, kind of latched on. Much like a koala to a tree branch.
You slept in his bed like it was yours, he hardly ever noticed you in your own room.
Why was that?
The more he thought about it, the more he noticed the sporadic moments where you did disappear to your room. Of course to shower but other times… times where he’d smell something burning, he’d often hear your murmurs, he’d smell spices…
Curiosity suddenly piqued at the man. He glanced over at the expansive doors that connected your adjoining room to his. His eyes flickered from the doors to your sleeping figure.
If now wasn’t a good time, when?
Quietly, Jackson stood and trekked over to the door. Painted white, tall, with golden handles. His hands closed over the door knobs and just as he was ready to turn—
“Jack?”
He stood frozen and softly released his hold. Jackson glanced over his shoulder, over to see your shifting body in the bed. The hood well off of your head and exposing your red hair.
“Jack, are you here?”
The soft worry in your voice had Jackson hurriedly crossing the threshold and back into his bedroom.
You smiled when he came into your sight, you still lied in bed. Jackson rounded the bed over to your side and kneeled down to eye level.
“Yes ma’am? I’m here. Are you okay?”
You nodded. “I just didn’t know where you were. Usually you’re fast asleep on the couch or doing your work, I just didn’t see you, I got scared”
Jackson chuckled lowly and shook his head. All feelings of nervousness prior seemingly decimated with the more you spoke, with the more you were this close to him. His aura was soft for you.
“Scared for what, Miss (Y/L/N)?”
You shrugged, “maybe that one day I’ll open my eyes and you’ll just be gone. Gone without me. Would you ever do that? Like, just leave me high and dry without telling me?”
Immediately Jackson shook his head, a soft frown settling on his eyebrows.
“Absolutely not. That’s not something you have to worry about, ma’am. I know this is probably your trauma speaking but you’ve got a friend in me, I’ll never abandon you”
Boldly, you reached out and cupped the side of his face, your thumb caressing his cheekbone.
“Just a friend?” You muttered, a hint of tease in your eyes.
The same eyes that caught the blush on Jackson’s face, you giggled. His own laughter was that of a nervous one, his blush settling in deeper.
“I— well, ma’am—“ He opened his mouth to speak but all he could do was stutter. You had that effect on him.
This wasn’t the first time you’d flirted with him.
It was baby steps really. You tried every now and then, you couldn’t help it. Not when your bodyguard was this fucking sexy.
“It’s okay, Jack, I understand. Maybe one day, right? One of these days I’ll win you over?”
Your hand left his face and dropped down to the gold link around his neck. The man swallowed as you scooped it with one finger and played with it.
“I don’t mean to make you blush, sometimes I can’t help it with you, Jack. You’re just such a great guy. So great, so sweet, so kind, so easy to talk to and be around.. you’ve been my hero and I’m forever indebted to you. I really am grateful for you”
You didn’t need your physical power to pull Jack in but the soft hold on his chain made it easier for you. Easier for you to reach out and kiss the corner of his mouth.
“Thank you so much, again”
You leaned over and kissed the other side of his mouth. God, you were so close to fucking kissing him full on the lips and it was driving Jackson wild.
He was stuck on wanting to keep things professional to just wanting to indulge in your flirting. Wanting to see if you were really about the things you said to him in such a fashion.
When you pulled back, you shot him a smile. “I’ll give you your bed back. Night, Jack”
“Goodnight, ma’am”
He watched you untangle yourself from his bed and stroll over to the doors, letting yourself into your own space with a soft close.
Jackson Brooks let out the breath he was holding and stood up. It was time for a shower… preferably cold.
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“Jack… Jackson..”
The airy, sultry sound of your voice ran in one ear and out of the other of Jackson Brooks.
“Jack, baby, are you asleep?”
Still sultry but a bit more commanding despite the question. It stirred the man awake a little. If it wasn’t your voice it was the heavy smell of vanilla, cinnamon, and sandalwood.
If it wasn’t your voice or the smell to wake the man up, it was your touch. A light but firm hand on his bare abdomen.. caressing his skin in circles.
Finally Jackson opened his eyes and the sight before him nearly scared him half to death. Even through the darkness of his room, he made out your physicals.
Your auburn hair in tousled messy curls, draping over your shoulders. You dressed in a spaghetti strapped nightgown, your breasts nearly spilling from the poorly contained, loose fabric clothing.
You were attached to his side, leaning against him. Almost like you’d spent this entire time shaking him awake.
“Miss (Y/L/N)? H-How did you get in here?” Jackson muttered.
“Did I wake you? I’m so sorry—“
He waved you off, “it’s fine, are you hurt? What’s the matter that you had to wake me up at—“
Jackson looked to his left, the digital clock on the nightstand struck a perfect—
“— 3 o’clock in the morning?”
You observed him some more, full on checking him out in the darkness. You were always bold and forthcoming but even this was a lot.
“I have a problem and you’re the only person who could fix it”
“What is it, ma’am?”
Your eyes were seductive in nature but it was your smirk that had Jackson reeling.
You said nothing.
Nothing as you shifted more onto your back and bent your knees, feet flat on the bed. You said nothing as you stared Jackson Brooks in the eyes and spread your knees, lifting your nightgown. You said nothing as you grabbed Jackson’s closest hand and placed it over your bare, exposed pussy.
Immediately Jackson tried to retract his hand at the feeling of your warm wetness but found that he couldn’t.
You used his hand to touch yourself, your moans soft and bouncing off of the walls of the hotel. All while staring him dead in the eyes.
“D-Do you feel my problem, baby?”
You focused his tendrils on your sopping clit.
“‘M sorry, I’ve been wanting to do this since I met you— mhmph— been dreaming of having your hands on me.. in me… this is what you do to me, Jack”
The man could hardly think or even react when you suddenly straddled him.
With that same hand in your grasp, Jackson Brooks watched you lick each digit. From the top to the bottom, the palette of your mouth warm and inviting.
“M-ma’am.. ma’am please you have to stop. This is unprofess—“
You slid your arms out of your nightgown and let it pool around your waist, exposing your eager breasts that glowed in the moonlight. A groan slipped from the man involuntarily.
“You’ve been telling me that for months, Jack but when will you admit that the professionalism is all on you? I know you think about me, I know you’ve thought about this..”
You suddenly grabbed both of his hands and open palm placed them on your chest. Using his hands to grope and pry.
“I know I have but it’s a matter of getting you and I on the same page, baby. You can’t tell me that you don’t like this..”
Indeed he couldn’t. All Jackson felt he could do was groan and inadvertently allow you to use him. His fingers zeroed in on your nipples and tugged.
If that wasn’t enough, it was your hand slithering past the waistband of his boxers and seeking out the heaviness of his dick. He was halfway there but it didn’t take much for a true erection to appear.
Still killing him with your eye contact, you dribbled spit into your palm and wrapped it around his shaft. Twisting, pulling, tugging. Jackson’s hips bucked into your hand as he moaned out into the air.
“Just like that?” You leaned down and kissed his lips for the first time.
Your soft lips moved in a perfect, synchronized harmony that pushed your own heart deep into your body— God, you’d been wanting to do that for so fucking long.
Jackson nodded, hungrily kissing you back. His resistance seemingly disappeared, you were making him feel too good for him to try to lecture you about professionalism.
So much that he wrapped his own hand around yours to jerk him faster.
Time blended into nothing. Your hand was perfect but it compared none to the feeling of his length breach past your entrance. Jackson had you on your back, sinking deep inside of you inch by fucking inch until he bottomed out.
“You’re stretching me out so good, Jack..” you murmured in his ear, teeth grazing the shell of his ear.
“Oh fuck” He choked out at the feeling of your walls squeeze him.
“Talk to me, baby” you grabbed his chin to force his eyes on you. The greenish hazel eyes that swirled in nothing but pure pathetic submission. “How’s it feel? Is it good?”
Jackson nodded immediately and leaned down to kiss you again. Fervor and passion, hungry and raw.
“‘S so good, ma’am.. so fucking good— fuck! D-do you want me to move? Are you okay?”
All you could do was giggle. You’d think you were taking this poor man’s virginity.. or maybe you were better than anyone he’s ever had.
“Take what you want from me, baby”
Jackson pulled his hips back and gave an experimental stroke. He couldn’t get too far back without your greedy walls pulling him back deeper and deeper. His groan was rugged.
“Fuuuck, ma’am” another kiss, “it’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good”
Desperation is all Jackson Brooks knew in this very moment. His thrusts powered and he fucked you harder. His mouth was all over you— your neck, your ears, your mouth, your breasts.
Jackson could slowly feel himself losing control. And you were loving it, you fed right into it.
“Fucking me so good, I knew you needed this.. you’re gonna make me cum, Jack”
“Please” he groaned, his tone needy.
Your legs around his waist tightened and when your release hit, you clung tighter to the man. Your release coated him, walls vibrating and milking Jackson for everything he had.
He continued powering you through your orgasm, memorizing the sounds of your noises in his ear.
When you relaxed in his hold, you were still a fucking menace. Your acrylic nails caressed his buzzed head and his bare back, scratching at his skin.
If it wasn’t your ministrations, it was your salacious words as you stared him down.
“Gonna cum for me, Jack? Inside’a me like I know you want to?”
Jackson nodded vigorously.
“Yes ma’am. C-can I? Please, I’ve been so good for you”
It was your final kiss to his lips that sent the man over the edge. He spilled inside of you in thick spurts, coating your walls fully.
You caressed his back into relaxation, purring like a cat.
“How do you feel?”
You watched him smile down at you and kiss your lips once more, his forehead leaning against yours.
“Really good, thank you ma’am”
You shifted underneath him and began peppering your lips all over his face. It was when you reached his ear that he heard you say:
“I need you to wake up for me”
Jackson frowned in confusion, you weren’t pulling back to look at him.
“Wake up, Jack”
“Huh?”
“Jack? Wake up, Jack”
The reality around Jackson Brooks began to cave in. When he looked down, you were gone. He blinked and blinked until he finally reached planet Earth.
This time when he opened his eyes, you were sitting on the bed next to him, your hand on his bicep shaking him awake. He was in his room and everything was like normal.
Your auburn curls sat on your shoulders and you weren’t in a nightgown but instead one of his jackets and a pair of yoga pants.
“Jack? Are you okay? Are you awake?”
Sweat pooled his forehead and his neck, beads also on his chest. The duvet draped over his boxer clothed waist, he was just in his shirt. Exactly like..
“Do you need water or anything? You look hot”
“What time is it?” Jackson asked, a rasp in his voice.
“Almost ten in the morning. We’re supposed to get breakfast today, remember?”
Jackson took a breath, gave you another look, and sat up in his bed. He nodded at your question.
“O-okay.. okay, give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be right out”
You smiled and leaned over, kissing Jackson’s cheek.
“I’ll be outside”
Just as you turned on your heels to walk out, you approached the man once more. Your lips by his ear.
“I hope you slept well”
Huh?
You gave his lap a quick look down and when Jackson noticed it, his light face turned a reddish pink you’d ever seen.
The duvet hardly concealed the hard on Jackson was sporting. It wasn’t a tent but his print was outlined enough.
With a wink and another kiss to his cheek, you were finally gone.
“What am I supposed to do?”
—
When you returned to your confines, you couldn’t help but to giggle.
What Jackson probably thought you assumed was something normal, you knew it was something else.
You walked into your bathroom and sighed at the sight.
A spellbook sprawled out, two red and pink candles each other with Jackson’s name carved into each, herbs, incenses, candle wax, rose petals, cinnamon, and honey. A small alter if you will. The cherry on top? Picture cut outs of Special agent Jackson Brooks.
You smiled at the sight and sat down in your chair right before it. Your pride and joy.
It didn’t take much of your power to visit Jackson Brooks in his dreams, you felt everything and you knew he did too. You woke up to a mark on your neck that you knew he left you.
It was time to finalize.
Grabbing your red ink pen, you scribbled out another stanza beneath the many that you’d written. Not just since you’ve been with Jackson but before you met Jackson.
All words and scripts that helped mold all of your interactions before actually meeting the man. You already knew who he was, where he worked, what he did, and where he lived.
You knew where to go on that fateful night. He didn’t need to know the explicit details of your “attackers” but that you needed him.
You sacrificed so much to finally get to Jackson Brooks, even if it meant burning down your own house.
You knew what kind of man Jackson Brooks was, of course he’d take you in and form part of his life to making sure you were safe and looked after.
He was your bodyguard after all and you loved him. Now it was time for him to love you back.
You began writing.
‘He can never be without me and wants to be around me 24/7’
Before you could sit your pen down, three distinct and needy knocks cracked on your adjoining room door.
“Miss (Y/L/N)? Ma’am? Can we talk?”
Just like you planned.
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if you made it this far, hey stinka 😌 next upload: ‘Jealous Type’ — C.C x reader x R.C 😌
warnings: 18+ content, MNI (or be blocked indefinitely), obsession, stalking, harassment, OnlyFans cam girl reader x dark! Cameron Cade, mentions of cam girl activities, cussing/swearing, threats, mentions of masturbation, smuttt— pnv penetration, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, creampie.
a.n: this is a request for my lil baby @italiansunsetsss ✨ Kam, I hope this lived up to what you requested and the vision you had.. I apologize for the delay, I’m a perfectionist — requests are slow working but i accept them! I’m a working gal so i take my time!
on the jukebox: paparazzi by lady gaga 🎀
“Who’s the new boy?”
You stood in the corner cradling your matcha, standing in your kitten heels. Your business casual attire was like a second skin, your hair pressed out in heated curls down your back.
“Isaiah’s new passion project for the year” Elsie White’s icy hair came into your peripheral vision, she also looked at the backs of the men that walked further down the hall.
The taller man donned an olive green puffer jacket, jeans, and a duffle bag.
“His name is Cameron Cade. He’s got the college highlights of a professional, intrigued the shit out of Zay”
You frowned softly, “Cameron Cade? Stop, Elsie, is that the boy with the head injury? That fucking got attacked and almost died? Him?”
Elsie stared you in the eyes with a prideful smile and nodded, fire in her eyes.
You swatted at her arm, “you and Isaiah know how rigorous this program is, do you think he’s ready for that? Didn’t he lose his Dad too?”
Elsie’s shrug was light. “Maybe he’ll channel that trauma and take us to the top.. Lord knows Isaiah can’t do it anymore.. I have faith, (Y/N)! You should too!”
All you could do was sigh and take a sip from your matcha. Elsie was excited and you tried to be but something about you made it hard to be.
“I wonder how he’ll react to the many rules of Isaiah White”
“Oh they’re not that bad”
“You’re dead ass?”
“Do I look like I playing with your white ass, boy?”
Cameron Cade tried not to look like this was the most egregious thing he was hearing all day… but at the same time it was.
He couldn’t help but to blanch a little as he stared his idol in the face.
Isaiah White.
A motherfucking legend who was taking Cameron under his wing for a year by his own discretion.
Isaiah White who stood in the room he was willingly housing Cameron Cade in and looking the spoiled nigga in his eyes while explaining the rules.
Isaiah held Cameron’s phone.
“I mean it, boy. I’m doing shit for you that these new booties in college beg, pray, and give up millions for. I’m giving you this shit for free and the least you can do is be here for a fuckin’ year and abide by my rules”
Cameron clenched his jaw, staring at his elder.
“No outside contact, this shit is exclusive. No Tinder, no Bumble for pussy or ass, no sex of any kind is coming through these doors, you understand me? Not just physical — No phone sex, FaceTime sex, you can’t even watch the shit—“
“Nah, c’mon, Zay—“
Isaiah waved Cameron Cade off as he groaned and tossed his head back.
“I don’t give a fuck— no porn, no Onlyfans, jerkin’ ‘ya shit in this bed or that shower, none’a that bullshit. You are here for a purpose so divine, I can’t afford for you to let that shit distract you”
Isaiah ignored Cameron rolling his eyes and walking over to the bed, plopping down. His ‘Fear of God’ hoodie draped over his head, a solemn look on his face.
The older man chose to chuckle it off, typical young adult boys. Cameron wouldn’t understand it now but he would later.
“Listen” the man turned to face Cameron, “this shit is going to pay off in ways you’ll never even know. We suit up tomorrow and we’ll get to going, aight? Get you some rest, I’ll have my wife come grab you for dinner later”
Cameron sighed and nodded, “thank you”
Except it wasn’t Miss Elsie White that approached Cameron Cade later that night when he opened his doors.
Cupid struck the man something serious.
“You must be Cameron Cade. I’m (Y/N), it’s so nice to finally meet you”
You also didn’t go in for a traditional handshake like Elsie did. You couldn’t help but to envelope Cameron into your arms, his timid arms at first linked at your torso but comfortably slid around your waist.
When you pulled back, Cameron Cade felt like he saw an angel. There was a daze in his eye that he had to snap out of with the more he looked at you.
“H-Hi, I’m Cameron—“
Your smile was dazzling, your hand coming to cup the side of his face.
“Of course you are. How was the flight? Are you tired? Hungry? Dinner’s ready, Isaiah sent me to come grab you. We typically like to eat in the dining room but if you’re too tired from the flight, I can bring you whatever you want. Just say the word”
Cameron wondered if you heard how hard his heart was beating against his chest. He hoped to God not but he couldn’t help it.
He also realized you asked him a question.
“Um I-I’m okay, miss (Y/N). Thank you, I really appreciate it”
It was in your nature to be motherly and with Cameron and knowing his background, your second skin jumped out.
“You are so welcome. Whatever you need, just know that you can ask me too. I might not have the rank like the Whites but I still pull my weight and I’ve got respect around here. If there’s anything I can do to make this experience better, just let me know”
Cameron nodded surely, words weren’t on his side at all. His greenish hazels couldn’t focus on anything else but the dream before him.
“I’ll see you in the morning, okay? Get some sleep”
He watched you turn on your heels, ready to leave but his hand reached out to grab your wrist, to halt you. You glanced over your shoulder.
“Do we know each other at all? I’m sorry, you just seem so familiar to me..”
You only shook your head and giggled, a mild look of confusion on your face.
“No, I don’t think so”
Except in Cameron’s head, of course you didn’t know him. He knew you though. You were you— His Kitty Girl— that was your OnlyFans handle.
You dressed yourself from the neck down in these two piece lacy, frilly pieces that often had you looking like a minx, teasing him something serious through the fucking piece of metal in his left hand while his right hand twisted and jerked at the base of his hard cock.
You didn’t even need to do much, that was the thing. You had videos of you going all the way— fucking and stretching yourself out with toys, masturbating, whipped cream, vibrators, all of that.
Real material that made for the most mind blowing orgasms Cameron’s ever pulled from himself.
Granted they couldn’t see you, they just wanted to see you in your glory. Cameron didn’t need to see your face to know you were the prettiest woman alive.
He didn’t need to know the most intimate details about you to know he was madly in love with you.. even though he did.
He knew where you lived, he knew where you worked, he knew where you frequented, where you got your hair done, where you grocery shopped.
He remembered your heartfelt announcement that you were terminating your account and deleting your videos for some reason. You weren’t slated to return.
Cameron saved every single video you posted to his own hard drive, he couldn’t live without you.
Truthfully, he didn’t need this fucking camp. He didn’t need Isaiah or Elsie. He didn’t need the skills, he was good enough.
But finding out that you were here now, of course he had to follow you here.
You were prettier in person.. much more stunning up close. And here you were being sweet to him.. touching on him.. being domestic..
You were what loved looked like and it was about time Cameron Cade let you know.
.
If you knew what was good for you, you would’ve kept your distance from Cameron Cade.
You didn’t mean to be so involved with him but it felt innate. You just wanted the best for him.
Involved being that you always sat next to him during dinner, helped him get dressed for press events, you even helped him relax after Isaiah’s practices. You even hugged each other from time to time.
You were the only one that knew about his burner phone and promised to keep that secret. You even went as far as allowing him to convince you to give him your number for “emergencies”. Anything to look out for him, right? Wrong.
He pushed some limits. Soft compliments about your appearance for the day, jokes about taking you on trips when he got big in the league. You shouldn’t have laughed, you should’ve been firm.
Involved?
Big mistake.
“You feel so fucking good”
Cameron groaned loudly, not a care in the world as he rutted into you like a mad dog. His face in your neck, his hips snapping, the wide and heavy girth of his dick buried deep in your pussy and pumping.. in and out.. in and out.
He had you on his bathroom counter, legs spread and trying to accommodate how fucking tall and big he was. Your thighs burned as you tried to hang on.
This wasn’t the first time he had you like this and obviously in the moments, you never call to regret it. And even when you say you do, you’re always at his door and he’s always at yours.
“C-Cam, baby” you whimpered and grabbed at the back of his t-shirt, “c-calm down, baby, it’s okay, it’s just me”
Your hand slithered up and softly took him by the chin, making him look at you. His beautiful greens were so lust blown, it was adorable. You pecked his lips.
“Don’t gotta fuck me so hard or rush.. everybody’s all gone for the night. We can take our time—“
Cameron nodded and kissed you again, even his pecks to your plump lips felt rushed.
“I know I know I know I just— oh fuck— it’s just— your pussy feels so good.. can’t get enough’a you”
He leaned his forehead on yours as he continued pumping, both of your ends were near. When you came first, your body buzzed and shook in Cameron’s hold, he memorized your cry of pleasure. He was right behind you when your walls clamped down on him.
“Fuck, I’m cumming”
And when he did, Cameron shoved himself so deep inside of you, it made you gasp.
It wasn’t his first time letting loose inside of you but this time, it felt deeper and fuller. So much that when he pulled out, his cum took its time to seep out.
Much like clockwork from the past, regret began settling in your bones as you and Cameron dressed yourselves.
“Tonight is the ‘next time’ you promised me” Cameron began as he stood before you, “I put your pillowcase on my other pillow next to mine”
You couldn’t look him in the eyes at all, even when he wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you closer to him. He rested your forehead on yours again.
“I-I don’t know, Cam—“
“What do you mean?” He asked swiftly, a soft frown settling on his eyebrows as he pulled back to look at you.
You felt worry fill your chest, you recognized the look in his eyes. It was the look like he was daring you to go against him, you saw it a few times since you started sleeping with him.
Cameron got comfortable with you fast.
“No no no, it’s just that.. I probably can’t stay long into the morning. Elsie and I have a meeting and she usually likes to come to my room to prepare for it.. I have to be back before she catches me, baby, I’m sorry..”
Cameron didn’t need to know that was a lie. You just needed space for your thoughts.
He gave you a longing look. “But you’re still staying with me tonight, right? I don’t have to worry about you leaving me in the middle of the night? You’ll let me know when you gotta go?”
You looked the tall man in the eyes and nodded surely. Even going as far as kissing him. “Of course, baby, of course”
His groan was softly as he hoisted you up and into his arms, he walked you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom until your back met the plush bed.
Your lips softly smacked and clashed, pulling you back into the quicksand that was Cameron Cade.
His hands gently grabbed at the lapels of your business shirt and pulled it open button by button until your bra clad chest was exposed. Immediately, his eyes set on a small piece of ink.
“I love that tattoo” he mumbled against the skin of your lips. It was a small cat paw print on your collarbone, nothing too crazy.
“Oh yeah?” You smirked.
You felt him nod as he kissed your lips again.
“Mhm, it’s real fitting for you.. my kitty girl..”
Immediately you felt your body go frozen. Frozen, numb, stiff. Your heart sank to the depths of your body so deep, you felt your world begin to spinning.
“What?” You muttered.
Cameron’s chuckle was dark, still he kissed and pecked at your lips. His demeanor suddenly shifted to something much more sinister.
“C’mon, (Y/N).. I’m your biggest fan, you couldn’t have expected me not to know”
Your mind went completely blank but you felt your body begin to flare up, your fight or flight response readying itself.
When you tried to sit up, you were shocked to feel Cameron force you back down with a hand on your throat.
“Y’know.. you kind of act like a cat sometimes. You were real hot and cold when it came to me.. and everything I tried to do for you in the past.. I sent you flowers, gifts, money if it meant you could buy more of those see through two pieces for me..”
He put all of his body weight on your lower half to keep you pinned down. The look in his greenish hazels now much darker.
“At first you were nice to me but then you kinda started being a bitch. I watched you take my flowers up to your apartment and throw them straight in the trash. I paid for requests just to talk to you. Not even for sex, just to talk to you and you ignored me.. yeah, a real bitch”
His grip on your throat tightened, you felt air slowly slip from you. Your acrylic hands clawed at his wrist and arm, tears burning in your eyes.
“Then you shut your site down and run away from me to do what? Get dressed up like a slut for these other niggas? I had to find you like this? ‘Gon tell me why I shouldn’t snap your neck right now”
Of course he wasn’t going to, he just wanted to see that extra layer of fear in your pretty eyes. When he let go of your neck, you sucked in all the air you could.
Cameron merely watched you huff and cough trying to do so. But he wasn’t done with you. With a hand in your hair, he gripped hard and hauled you up so your faces touched.
“Don’t forget that it was you that came knockin’ on my door because that pussy got wet.. but baby, I’ve been wanting you.. this shit ain’t over until I say it is.. and should you try to quit on me, I will make your life so much worse than what you thought before now that I know who you are and you know who I am..”
He pulled on your scalp harder, the burn radiating all over your head.
“I’ve got every corner of your porn page copied onto a personal hard drive that I have no problem showing off to anyone should you get on my bad side. All I ask is that you keep on keepin’ me company..”
He began chaining kisses along your neck.
“‘m not gonna be here for a year without any kind of sexual gratification and you’re going to be everything to me that you were to those strangers online. If not, your life is as good as over. Am I understood?”
More tears burned in your eyes and slid down your cheeks. You couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt like all you could do was cry.
“Girl, you better not make me repeat myself. I said—“
You nodded immediately and squeaked out, “y-yes, i understand”
He sickly kissed your lips, “now.. I think it’s about time I make you cry a different way and since you say it’s just us here, you better scream for me”
.
The days following Cameron’s threats, you stayed on edge. It was hard to focus, hard to concentrate.
Being around Cameron Cade felt like a risk. He often made jokes and passes at you that went over Elsie and Isaiah’s head, he stared at you from across the room, and still touched you when he could.
Everyone chalked it up to him having a crush on you, nothing major. Only if they knew.
Waist grabs to get by there.. ass pinches here.. anything to see your body react to him.
“You better lighten up before these people start askin’ questions, girl”
He said in your ear one day as he and the team all hauled into the expansive training room. You two were the last ones to walk in, it was easy for him to give skirt clad your ass a firm smack.
Not to mention the attempts he made to embarrass you. He knew the showers weren’t privately stalled off, merely separated by a metal wall in half.
Cameron knew one of his teammates was in the next stall over, still he had just as naked as him, your back to his chest, pounding into you from behind.
With a hand over your mouth, he fucked you mercilessly. The pressure from the showerhead did enough noise to conceal some things but you couldn’t help your occasional squeaks and whimpers.
“You must want buddy to hear me fuckin’ your brains out.. such a fuckin’ slut, I think you want a show, you want somebody to see me havin’ my way witchu’” he rasped ruggedly in your ear, your back arched.
His throbbing dick stretched you with every hard thrust, further pushing you closer to the edge. When his digits sought out your clit, you saw stars. That’s when he fucked you harder.
You felt your scream behind his hand incoming but the sound of the shower next to you suddenly stopped.
The menace behind you just slowed his pace which delayed your orgasm, you could’ve cried.
.
If that wasn’t the worst thing in the world, it was the day you found out that—
“This is her, man, I swear to God it is. I know I’m supposed to have a phone in here but you cannot tell me look me in the eye and tell me that this isn’t (Y/N) on OnlyFans”
You didn’t means to eavesdrop on the conversation between young men, you were just walking by. But when you heard your name, you swore you could vomit.
Cameron saw you haul ass to your bedroom, something was wrong. He meant to follow you but the sound of his name being called halted him.
“Yo, Cam! C’mere, man, you won’t believe it”
It felt like high school. Immature classmates showing him the nudes they got from a girl.
Except these weren’t nudes only something much more hardcore.. and it wasn’t just anyone’s girl, it was his.
Cameron Cade couldn’t remember the last time he was in a rage so blind but by the time he came to, his teammates were bloodied pulps with broken phones.
“And if I find out anything more about that, I will find the both of you and I’ll kill you myself”
He knew they were too beat up to listen but he still had to stake his claim.
He headed to your bedroom hurriedly, only to see you with an open suitcase and packing up things in it. He didn’t need to see your face to know you’d been crying, he heard your sniffles.
“Stop that” he grabbed at your items and put them back in your dresser chest, “don’t cry over that bullshit, I already took care of it, nobody’s gonna bother you anymore”
You ignored him and continued packing your suitcase up, not sparing Cameron a thought, a look, or a word.
You engaged in a little tussle with your clothes where you’d put a piece in your suitcase just for him to take it out. You both grabbed at an item of clothing at the same time, you tugged, he tugged. That’s when your teary eyes finally met his.
“Let go” you ordered, tugging.
“No because you’re not leaving me” Cameron tugged.
“I don’t care, stop touching my clothes. Leave me alone!”
This time when you tugged, you yanked hard enough to completely snatch it from Cameron. But your other hand followed and swiftly smacked the man a clean one across the face.
Immediately you gasped, a newfound sense of fear coursing your body. Cameron didn’t react right away.
“I-I’m sor—“
Cameron Cade was fast with the way he grabbed you up, a hand over your throat. He walked you over to the nearest wall.
“What fuckin’ part of ‘I took care of it’ did you not understand, huh? That’s the fuckin’ thanks I get for makin’ sure you’re set? I get hit? You must be outta you’re goddamn mind, (Y/N)”
You clawed at his arm, watering eyes peering into his dark greens and somehow trying to plead to him.
“I’m sorry!” Your voice was barely there but Cameron pathetically heard it, but he wasn’t having it.
“Nah.. nah, you’re not but it’s okay, I’ll make sure you are by the end of this”
And sorry you were.
Cameron Cade had your body forcibly molded onto your stomach, he was naked and hovering over you. He had your wrists pinned over your head, his other hand guided his hard erection into your tight entrance from behind.
You both shared moans upon the breach, you dropped your head onto the pillow.
“I remember the first time we met.. I fell in love with you immediately”
He began thrusting, his movements shaking the bed.
“I knew you were mine when I saw that pussy for the first time.. you remember that, baby? I paid for that one on one and we masturbated together? I told you I loved you after you hung up.. vowed to make you mine after that.. I vowed to find you..”
All you could do was whine and cry out, your lower half arching every now and then into Cameron’s thrusts.
He let go of your hands and took you up by your hair, bending your body backwards and off of the bed, you supported yourself on your hands.
He fucked you hard, his breathing ragged in your ear.
“Always dreamed of being this deep inside’a you.. so fuckin’ wet for me.. if you think I’m letting you leave me after this, you’re fuckin’ crazy, girl.. should I find out otherwise? I’ll kill ‘boutchu, girl..”
His other hand slapped your ass, you yelped out in pain.
“All those other guys that paid for your time would kill to be where I’m at.. to fuck you like I’m fucking you.. to be able to make you cum..”
Suddenly Cameron’s switch was a lot nicer. Nicer, softer, way more gentle than before.
He turned you on your back and ever so lovingly pushed back inside of you, he captured your cute whimper in a kiss.
His thrusts were on the kinder side, almost like he was making love to you. Slow, calculated, precise thrusts that had your head spinning.
“I love you, (Y/N), so fuckin’ much, I swear”
Another kiss.
“I love you, baby. I love you, I love you, I love you.. ‘m just your biggest fan, that’s all.. I just wanna be good for you.. I’m yours, only yours.. nobody else’s, i promise”
Within your hazy mask of lust, there was another part of your brain that fully recognized that the man above you was insane in the head.
Tears blurred in your eyes and slid down your cheeks as you stared up at him. He simply cupped your face and thumbed away the liquid, telling you how much of a pretty crier you were.
You clung to him as your body rattled out your orgasm, forcing out more tears down your face. You barely hung on as his own orgasm approached and once it did, you were too checked out to fully acknowledge it.
“Shit, (Y/N)”
All you registered was the sick, familiar full feeling and the fact that Cameron never pulled out like he usually did. Leaning down, he planted chaste kisses over your face, muttering to himself.
rafe's had his eye on you for years ─ ever since sarah brought you home for the first time to have dinner, he had watched on in silent curiosity.
he had you memorised. your laugh, your unconscious habits, the way your perfume lingered in a room after you'd left it.
the guest room, or more so your room, had been a door that rafe had hovered outside of more times than he could begin to count.
he used to press his ear against the wood, eyes narrowed in irritation as he carefully tried to make out the conversations you were having and with who.
one day he was innocently walking past and it was open just enough for him to see through the small crack.
it was open enough for him to see your oversized t-shirt land in a heap on the ground, leaving you in nothing but a small pair of black panties that left nothing to the imagination.
"fuck" he murmured lowly, feeling his cock harden painfully against his jeans, his eyes following you around the room as he watched the sway of your ass when you moved.
rafe held his breath, not daring to move as he imagined how easy it would be to pull your panties to the side and shove his cock into your cunt.
“the sweetest woman in the world could be the meanest woman in the world” ✩
warnings: 18+ content (MNI or be blocked indefinitely), dark! reader/OC, player! Cameron Cade, infatuation, obsession, use of the n word, threats, swearing/cussing, manipulation, death/m*rder, blood, smutttt, consensual non consensual hitting (f to m), degradation, pnv penetration, choking, biting, breeding kink, creampie.
a.n: somebody play ‘end of the road’ by boys || men 😩 we are here and y’all better hold onto something….. evil doesn’t die that easily lol. heed the warnings and enjoyy 😚
on the jukebox: ‘a thin line between love and hate’ by the persuaders 🎀
“There are going to be people arriving there tomorrow and when they do, we need to be ready”
Sadie Daniels was a bag of emotions as she listened to you talk. She sat in the consultation chair in front of your desk, you sat in your big leather chair.
Your office wasn’t like anything she’d ever imagined, Sadie Daniels often wondered how you made your money.
Especially after you threatened to buy her out of a job forever.
But it wasn’t your office or where you sat or where she sat but how you sat. There wasn’t a lick of worry in your posture, you sat back completely relaxed to the leather, body draped in Calvin Klein.
Cameron Cade was dead. Her boss was dead because of you and you couldn’t be bothered.
“I can’t keep you long, Sadie, and frankly, I don’t want to. I never intended for you to stick around as much as you have because I’m never the other woman with my men.. but”
You leaned forward and pushed the piece of paper towards her.
“If there’s a role you can suddenly play right now it’s the smart one. The one that could keep you put up forever. The one that secures you and whoever depends on you. The one that keeps you looked after by your own doing and never needing someone else to write your checks”
You drop a pen on the same paper that Sadie continues to eye.
“Three million dollars is yours to keep in full if you sign that line that says you saw, heard, and said nothing at your time of working at Cade’s Tailor’s and Company”
An NDA.
It was what you needed Sadie in your domain for anyway, you fully planned to kick the bitch to the curb. But Cameron Cade had other plans last night and your plans that always came two steps ahead was finally ready.
But now came the part where you had to get your hands dirty a little.
Sadie trembled to herself, her thoughts running wild. She didn’t have it in her to meet your cunning, sharp eyes but instead choosing to stare at the white paper and custom ballpoint pink and white pen next to it.
“H-hypothetically” she gulped, “what would happen if I didn’t sign?”
When you didn’t respond right away, Sadie made the mistake of glancing up at you. A threatening look swirled in your browns.
“That’s not worth a consideration because you will sign this document before you leave my office. I can’t trust you to keep your mouth shut and just run away because you’re scared. You don’t like me, Sadie, it won’t take much for a moment of peace and thinking that war is over for you to go and create it”
You stood up and rounded the desk, planting yourself on the corner of the desk closest to Sadie and looking down at her.
“If you’re worried about everybody else or everything else— don’t be. It was nothing to cut checks that Cameron’s staff have never seen before if it means all bases are covered. The same security guards that you called on me? You remember them, don’t you, Miss Daniels?”
You giggled but it wasn’t anything wholesome sounding. You sat so close to Sadie that your expensive perfume wrapped and choked her up.
Sadie nodded, “y-yes—“
“Good! I gave those guys an extra million each to do a bit of altering to the cameras and time stamps that I’m positive the police will ask about tomorrow. We are good on that front, my dear. Will you be good? That question still hangs in the air”
Grabbing the pen, you held it out for Sadie to take, all while staring her in the eyes. It wasn’t negotiable, that was what you were telling her telepathically.
“I have the power to make all of this go away and I know you know that. Do the right thing”
To Sadie Daniels, what even was the right thing?
You smiled widely when she took the pen from you, click it, and gave the dotted line a nice scribble of her signature.
“You can expect the cash payment in your hands in the next 72 hours dropped off by my finest. I appreciate your business thus far. Let’s just get through tomorrow and we’ll never have to see each other again”
Sadie didn’t see you move off of the table, let alone hear you. Your body warmth and voice suddenly appeared behind her.
“And this should go without saying but if you cross me or break this NDA, I will kill you and everyone you love”
.
The very next day threw Sadie for another loop. Instead of threats, you sat beside to her crying and whimpering into one of Cameron Cade’s handkerchiefs.
Not to mention sitting in the same office that was once thoroughly trashed and destroyed.
Though it happened before Cameron’s death, some shit he couldn’t replace or make it look how it did before.
Sadie Daniels couldn’t believe the mess she stumbled upon when she saw it the first time. She even went out of her way to help Cameron clean up.
No threats, just lies.
“I just can’t think of anyone that’d wanna hurt him”
You patted the cloth at the corners of your eyes and under your nostrils. It was impressive how worked up you managed to get yourself, the tears flowed easily.
And the men in blue loved it. Maybe it was because you were really pretty and someone so pretty shouldn’t have to suffer the way you do.
Or maybe it was the hope that if they showed enough interest, you’d feel generous enough to break them off. They didn’t care, they wanted a show if it meant a reward.
And if it was a show they wanted, it was a show they’d get.
The two men jotted down notes, nodded sympathetically, and talked to you in a tone like you were the finest China they’d ever carried.
“Miss Lake, please allow me to apologize again for what you are experiencing. I have to ask, how long have you and Mister Cade been seeing each other?”
At some point, you gracefully stood up, smoothed out your black dress, and began stroll around Cameron’s office. Playing your part. Sniffling, you picked up objects.
“Only a couple of a months. He was my boyfriend but it felt like so much more and we both wanted so much more..”
You picked up a picture frame that Cameron had seemingly reinstated. It was a family photo. His words from the house tour popped in your head:
“it’s just me but I’ve got a lot of cousins. Cousins, aunts, uncles, the whole thing”
Cameron, the tallest, stood in the middle with his arms wrapped around a couple of younger and older men and women. They shared similar big, warm smiles, some mirroring the dimples Cameron had.
You ran a finger over Cameron’s face.
“Marriage, a family, kids..” you took it up a notch and kissed the glass image of the man you once loved, “he was the love of my life and I was his..”
You sat the framed photo down and continued pacing, the officers continue writing. They were too beholden at the sight of your beauty to truly question the legitimacy of your statements.
“I just hope he’s okay” you grabbed another object, “It’s just so unlike him to do anything this drastic or out of the ordinary.. especially with leaving the business so high and dry—“
“Has he talked about business ventures when you two planned to become married or even engaged?”
You nodded, lying. Sadie Daniels couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
“We were going to merge both of ours and work together. It’d be easier that way after we got married and when I’d start having kids.. we wouldn’t have to be so far away from each other, you know?”
You took your seat back in front of the men, next to Sadie who felt like she was in the Twilight Zone.
Like clock work, the tears welled up heavily in your eyes again and streamed down your cheeks as you looked at the sorry ass police officers.
“You have to help me make sense of this, please. Please bring my husband back to me”
They sent more smiles of sympathy your way. You and Sadie walked them to the door where they offered more smiles and even a hug.
You shot daggers into Sadie Daniels as the officer enveloped you warmly.
What was once watery, pathetic, and pleading was the cold, threatening browns Sadie had always seen.
“We’ll do everything we can, Miss Lake”
.
It had been two months since Cameron’s death to you and disappearance to the public.
You’d paid Sadie without question and sent her on her way, she no longer had a place at Cade’s Tailor’s and Company.. not when you’d managed to secure all rights and privileges to the business.
If Cameron Cade wanted to play with you while he was alive, there would be no more in the after life. With his business set to merge with yours, you were set to make so much money, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself.
“This press event is gonna go sooo good, Kaymore”
Brandi Webb smiled as she stood before you, her hands fixing the collar of your dress, adjusting your hat, and fixing the ends of your hair.
“The ball is in no one’s court but yours and you already know what to do. Getting a little weepy.. a little voice crack here, a little voice crack there.. they’re gonna love you”
You were set to speak on you and Cameron’s behalf as the proclaimed girlfriend. Brandi was your right hand with forging documents for legitimacy and fooling everyone right next to you.
“I think so too” you smiled at her, “I’ve got my jet waiting to take me to my vacation home in Bali. There’s a few things to finalize that the public doesn’t need to know about”
Brandi winked. She opened her mouth to speak but a producer quickly caught your eye, you sent them a thumbs up.
“Go get ‘em, tiger”
And that you absolutely did. You faced the podium with looks of solemn and gratitude within the thirty minutes you were up there for.
All kinds of reporters and media personalities filled the front rows of the crowd, the rest being supported by regular attendees of the public.
They reacted supportively to your words, to your cries, to your lies, to your feigned plans of action, and cries for—
“Please help me get justice for the love of my life”
You should be careful what you ask for..
“She’s a liar!”
Deep from the back of the crowd, even so you strained to look over the podium to see.
“Kaymore Lake is an obsessive, manipulative, liar and she almost killed me like she killed her ex husband!”
You had to be dreaming. Emerging from the crowd in a grey Henley and blue jeans with his arm in a sling, Cameron Cade stood in the middle of the crowd.
He stared you dead in the eyes with the more he walked and parted the crowd like the Red Sea.
He was much more scruffy looking. His brown hair grown out and a bit longer, facial hair forming a goatee.
You felt your heart plummet to the deepest parts of your body, all the color draining from your face.
“Please hear me and hear me well!” Cameron shouted, “s-she sabotaged me, she killed my best friend, and lured me to her home under a false sense of security and stabbed me twenty six times!”
Security began making their ways towards Cameron and hesitated none to grab him up, ready to haul him up and out.
“She almost killed me because I wanted to end our relationship but she actually murdered her ex husband! Terrance Maxwell, I have witnesses that have always been afraid of this woman because she threatens their livelihoods!” Cameron frantically looked around the crowd, tears in his eyes.
“You all have to believe me! Someone believe me, please!”
Somehow you pulled yourself from being frozen and jumped back into character.
Eyes full of tears, you raced off of the platform and onto the ground, running until you met Cameron. Your body collided into his and your arms wrapped around his neck.
“Cam! Oh, Cameron, my baby! I’ve missed you!” You cried out. Pulling back, your hands cupped his face. He looked at you like he hated you and he did.
“Is everything okay, miss Lake?” One of the guards asked, you nodded vigorously.
“Yes yes, everything is fine, everything is perfect. M-my life— my family is back together and as you can see, he’s hurt, so it’s about time we wrap all of this up and go home, okay? I-I have to get my husband home and get him rested, okay? Please, create some room for us—“
You were starting to panic and panic wasn’t what you did. It wasn’t in your nature to panic. You had back up plans for your back up plans but this? You couldn’t have planned for this.
As you did Terrance all those years ago, you made sure Cameron was dead.
“This woman left to die. I have it on record from multiple sources of bribery and extortion, even going as far as blackmailing my former employee into signing a non disclosure agreement just so she could get away with this. Somebody please get this woman far away from me!”
Time seemed to slow down with the more you and Cameron looked into each other’s eyes.
You didn’t miss the way the security guards dropped him and suddenly grabbed you.. or the way real police officers entered the premises.. and the semi familiar feeling of cold metal on your wrists.
“Miss Kaymore Lake, I’m placing you under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say, can and will be used against you in court—“
“I know my rights” you muttered defeatedly, this was it.
And still, you and Cameron watched each other. He didn’t know what to make of your body language or why he allowed himself to bend down at your request to kiss his cheek goodbye.
“She is so fucking dead”
And with one last dimpled, solemn smile of your own to him, you were out of the room. Out of his life.
Cameron Cade chose to run the opposite direction of the press that ran towards you in handcuffs.
A new life out of the spotlight was waiting for him and it was about time he got to it.
.
two years later —
“What would you call this new chapter of your life?”
“Forgiveness”
His therapist was highly educated and paid well for their services.
Cameron Cade got himself into therapy as soon as he moved away, not to mention being in physical therapy due to his near death injuries.
The man before him smiled and nodded, “I think forgiveness is a great word, Cameron. Would you agree that had you not went through what you did, you wouldn’t be here today to admit that?”
Cameron let out a breath and nodded his head vigorously, his heart sinking to his feet.
“I still blame myself every day for it.. for the way I treated her.. not because of the physical damages but because of the emotional damage I caused. I knew fully well what I was doing and I still did what I wanted to do.. I didn’t consider her at all”
Cameron’s therapist nodded, jotting down notes. He allowed Cameron the floor.
“She— Kaymore— didn’t deserve it, I didn’t deserve her. All she wanted was love and I thought loving her was beneath me”
Therapy helped the man finally admit that he was a piece of shit but it was the physical reminders of you that sped up that reality.
Cameron Cade was a fucked up man and did a lot of women wrong for so long.. including you.
Maybe he’d wish he could take it all back but maybe if he did, he wouldn’t have found such an avenue to become a great man. A changed man.
“Do you think about her sometimes? It’s completely normal if you do”
Yes.
“No”
“Are you sure?”
Because truthfully, Cameron did think of you. He felt sick every time he did because every time he did, his hands were usually down his pants. The shower head noise masking his moans as his release splattered on the walls of his shower tiles.
You were in his dreams and his nightmares, and he wasn’t sure if he loved or hated it.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
Still, he stared his therapist in the eyes and nodded.
“I’m sure”
Still, he went back to his new home and was greeted by the smell of cooking food.
“There you are, was starting to think you got lost”
Smiling, Cameron happily approached Sadie Daniels and kissed her on the lips. A changed man indeed.
“If it’s you I’m coming home to, I could never get lost, girl”
Sadie Daniels played Captain save-a-hoe pretty well when it came to Cameron Cade. If not save-a-hoe, she was a down ass bitch.
To her, the man was worth breaking her NDA. Worth testifying against his attempted murderer. Worth moving far away from California and starting over with him.
They fell into an easy step of getting each other back on track and with you successfully getting indicted and going to prison, Cameron was able to get his assets and riches back to him.
But Cameron Cade was a man at the end of the day.
The sex with Sadie happened but it wasn’t how it was before Cameron met you. Something was off.
Much like tonight. The beautiful brown skin had the man completely naked and ready for her, sitting upright on the bed, back against the headboard. She was naked too.
“Ready for me, baby?”
Despite the fact that Cameron had an erection like no tomorrow, something in his mind wasn’t feeling connected.
Still he nodded, still he kissed Sadie hungrily, still he held onto her hips as she straddled him and began sinking down onto his dick.
With his eyes closed, Cameron relaxed and relished in another night of bliss.
The previous thoughts of before were steadily diminishing. Just the feeling of something wet, warm, and tight beginning to perfectly suffocate him.
Except the wet and warm feeling was accompanied by the sound of a sharp slice.. a series of gurgles, and blood spraying all over the CEO.
When he opened his eyes, he just briefly saw Sadie Daniels, eyes wide and horrified, hands clutching her deeply cut jugular that continued spilling out and deeply covered in blood.
“What the—“
When she toppled over, the sight before him was something out of his nightmares.
You stood there just as naked as him. Naked, your body glistened in oil and blood, the same knife you used on him in your hand. Your dark hair, now much longer, cascaded over your shoulders, the signature swoop over your eye.
You were a scary work of art under the pouring moonlight through his curtains. Was he dreaming? Was he actually dead and this was hell?
“K-Kaymore”
You said nothing, only beginning to walk closer and closer until you were kneeling on the bed. Cameron couldn’t breathe, all he could do was observe you.
He went to open his mouth but it quickly shut at the feeling of your hand firmly grabbing the base of Cameron’s thick dick. Swinging your leg over, you hovered your own warmed up, wet pussy over it.
“Don’t give up on me now, baby.. I just got here” you muttered in his ear, a smirk playing on your lips.
You went further than Sadie did. You sunk down, inch by inch onto Cameron’s thick girth, God, you couldn’t help but to mewl out. Cameron stretched you out so fucking good every time.
“Still so fucking big…”
When you bottomed out, you took his lips into yours. You were surprised at Cameron’s shock warming off and melting into your lips, melting into your touch.
You planted your feet flat onto the bed and sunk yourself deeper on his cock, you began to bounce. Up and down, up and down, you were—
“S-so tight” Cameron whispered out a grunt. He glanced up at you with the eyes of men you ate for breakfast— submissive, weak, below you. His greenish hazels were shades darker than usual and clouded in lust.
You suddenly turned your lips up in a snarl and slapped the man clean across the face, grabbing him by his jaw with a hard grasp. Your acrylic nails dug into his skin roughly.
“You gotta be the stupidest man on the fucking planet, Cameron Cade”
Still you bounced, still you rode him. Cameron groaned, both parts from your pussy and from your smack.
“You put on a cape for that bitch and you think I was gonna let that slide? You put me through the fuckin’ wringer but become man of the year for that bitch?”
Another smack. His pretty, light colored cheek was pink from you. Red from Sadie’s blood. The contrast was sickly beautiful.
“What about me, huh?”
You kissed him hard and bit his lip on purpose, drawing blood. Blood that you licked off.
“What about us? What about you and me? It was never supposed to be that bitch, are you fuckin’ stupid?”
Another smack.
“You a-almost killed me”
“Yeah? Maybe I should’ve slit your throat like that bitch since you wanted to be with her so bad.. just to really seal the deal, you know?”
You hadn’t registered Cameron’s hands on your lower body, gripping your waist.
“Nah I’on think you would’ve.. I’on think you got it in you..” The CEO boldly murmured as he looked up at you.
“Fuck you”
“Fuck you too” he fired back swiftly. That earned him another hard slap to the face.
Cameron whimpered out a moan so pathetic it made you smile. You kissed him again.
Your pussy took him so well, swallowed him whole, and squeezed him with every time you bounced. Not to mention your physical and verbal degradation— You weren’t taking it easy on him at all.
He felt sick for how badly he was enjoying it knowing he shouldn’t be. He was covered in the blood of another woman.. as were you. And you were fucking him real good covered in said blood.
Your titties jumped and jutted, your bloody chest heaved. Your brown lined lips smirked down at him something so evil, it was the hottest thing Cameron Cade’s ever been apart of.
You leaned in close and wrapped your arms around his neck. You repositioned yourself onto your knees and began grinding yourself onto the man’s lap, his greedy hands grabbed at your ass.
“You don’t mean that, baby, and even if you do.. I really don’t give a fuck because you can’t run from me, Cameron.. you’re mine, baby, I’ll always find you..”
He groaned loudly at your teeth nibbling at his ear.
“You’re gonna give me everything you planned to give her and everything before you broke us up, do you understand?”
You took his face into your hands and stared into his lust blown, gorgeous eyes. Your hands stained in blood and leaving a bloody outline on Cameron’s face.
“You’re gonna come back to me and I want it all. We’re gonna get married, we’re gonna be real happy, okay?”
You leaned in and brushed your lips against his, “we’re gonna make a family, baby, I wanna have your babies.. and you’re gonna give it to me.. aren’t you?”
Cameron Cade was about to lose his mind. His heart was beating wildly out of his chest and he felt his breathing short circuiting, this couldn’t be real life. He gripped your ass harder with the more you rocked on top of him.
“You’re so close, I can feel it… you can cum inside’a me, Cam, baby.. this pussy’s always been yours..”
“Oh fuck” Cameron began involuntarily bucking his hips, his eyes fluttering closed. He tried to calm down but it was hard having you in his ear and pushing him close to the edge.
“Pussy’s so greedy for you, baby, give it all to me, please” you were back to nibbling on his ear, “fill me up, c’mon, baby, please..”
He chased the orgasm he went so long without.. despite the fact that the person that gave him the best ones tried to kill him.
His forehead fell on your shoulder when he finally came apart. His hips stuttered until they stationed as deep as they could inside of you.
He filled you up so much you could feel some of his cum seep out and trail down your thigh.
“Fuck!” Cameron groaned something guttural from the depths of his body. He’d let go of your ass and instead held onto your body.
Much like the last time you fucked him, you caressed his soft head.
Caressed and kissed his head muttering sweet nothings about your forever and futures together.
Being with you felt like quicksand, a bad trance that Cameron Cade couldn’t escape from.
Even when he came down from his high, he didn’t have it in him to try to come to his senses.
You made it very clear that he couldn’t run because you’d find him every time. He saw the lengths you’d go if you felt wronged, that was enough to keep Cameron Cade frozen in place.
Even as you took his hand and caressed your stomach.
“Our first child together, isn’t that exciting? Made out of nothing but love because I do love you, Cam.. I always have and I always will..”
He felt you take his face into your hands, taking him out of his thoughts and from the thousand yard stare in his eyes. The dull spark to his greens met your browns.
“Do you love me?”
Except when Cameron Cade looked in your eyes, he saw his karma. He nodded.
“I love you, Kaymore”
He was fucked and there was nowhere to run. Some say it’s what he deserves…
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the end. thank you for reading, baby ❤️ kaymore lake defender 4l 🎀
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