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

into his intense gaze.
    “I think you’re ready now. I can’t wait to feel you, Camille.” Knoll’s voice was like a prayer, and Camille was touched at how gentle he was with her. If any man was going to enter her there for the first time, she would have chosen him. Camille moaned as the tip of his cock entered her. He stretched her cheeks wide and slid in a bit more, stopping to let her get used to it.
    “How’s that?”
    “Fine, so far.” She was bent over so far Mortimer had taken her breasts in his mouth and sucked them, sending tingles through her. Knoll slid into her all the way, resting inside her.
    “Camille, you feel fantastic.” His voice broke. She moaned, the sensation of fullness in her holes and Mortimer’s mouth on her breasts putting her on edge again. Perhaps people thought the act of love with several men was immoral because it felt so delicious. Knoll slid out and pushed back inside her, his hands warm on her hips. Mortimer found the rhythm and pulled Camille up and down on his cock.
    “Oh, yes, take that cock,” he whispered, nipping her breasts at each pass. His fingers worked at her clit, and Camille whimpered, her body begging for release.
    “I’m going to come, Camille,” Knoll said, groaning.
    “Oh, yes.” Knoll clenched her hips, and his warm seed spurted into her hole. He pushed as deeply as he could into her, making her cry out.
    “This slut’s learning how to take it now,” Mortimer said, pulling her lower on his cock. Camille didn’t know whether to enjoy or dislike his references to her, but that was his style. Or was it? Maybe he really did think of her as a slut. Knoll slid out of her, wet seed flowing down her quivering thighs. He leaned over her for a moment, kissing her back.
    “You are so lovely, my Camille.” She moaned in response, her passion building as Mortimer drove harder into her with his cock, filling her pussy. He grabbed her ass.
    “Are you ready to come? Come for me.” Camille needed little instruction, hovering on the edge as she had been. Her orgasm ripped through her, making her shout and tears spring into her eyes with its force. Mortimer bucked and yelled as he spilled into her. He pushed into her one last time, his chest heaving with the exertion of it. Then he rolled her over on to her back.
    “I’m so glad we married you.” Camille still hadn’t caught her breath, and she didn’t know what to say. Titus slipped in bed beside them.
    “You’re perfect.”
    “Thank you.” Heat coursed through Camille’s body. If they only knew... She wondered how long she would be able to keep her secret.
    “Sleep now, princess,” Titus whispered, kissing her lips. Mortimer kissed her cheek, and Knoll caressed her back. Feeling the exertions of the afternoon and evening, Camille slept.

Chapter 6

    Morning light broke through her window, and Camille stumbled out of bed, retching. The bed was empty beside her, and she wondered where Titus had slept. She knew there was probably another chamber for him to sleep in and that husbands and wives only shared beds sometimes. Though the beds here in the Hall were large, most were not elsewhere. Camille grabbed the chamber pot from under her bed and vomited into it twice. Relief flooded through her that Titus was not there. Groaning, she lay back in bed and pulled the rope by it. A pert, young maid came to the room, curtsying.
    “My lady, I’m to be your lady’s maid. Anything you need, you call on me. My name is Brilla.”
    “Thank you, Brilla,” Camille whispered, her voice coming out as a croak.
    “My lady, are you ill?”
    “No, but I need some water and bread at least for breakfast. No eggs or heavy food.” The thought of a large breakfast made her stomach turn over again.
    “Yes, my lady.” Brilla’s large, blue eyes searched her face, and Camille figured the woman suspected. Women always did. Camille crawled back into bed, feeling clammy and out of sorts. Brilla returned within minutes with a