My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 134: Cammy’s Dangerous Plan (3)

Every inch of her body screamed for more, the last shreds of logic dissolving into nothingness as primal, reckless desire took over.

And then he did it.

Greg turned his head to the right, locking eyes with the CCTV lens.

A slow, wicked smirk stretched across his lips.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he pulled out—agonizingly slow—until only the tip of his cock remained inside her.

And with one brutal, punishing thrust, he slammed back in.

Cammy screamed.

Greg only smiled.

Smiled at the camera.

Smiled at Duncan.

Because Duncan wasn’t just watching.

He was being fucking destroyed.

Greg moved within her, each thrust smooth, effortless—she was so wet, so perfectly slick, that fucking her felt like a dream. A dangerously intoxicating dream.

His jaw clenched as he fought the raw pleasure threatening to consume him. He could already feel his own release coiling inside him, ready to explode, but he refused to give in.

Not yet.

Not until he wrung every last drop of ecstasy from her.

Cammy had long since abandoned any pretense of restraint. She didn’t care who heard her moans, who knew what was happening behind these walls. Let the whole damn mansion listen—let them know she belonged to this moment, to Greg, and no one else.

She was lost in him. Completely.

"You feel... so damn... good, Greg." Her voice was breathless, broken with pleasure. "Fuck me... harder..."

A wicked smirk curved his lips.

With a slow, deliberate turn of his head, he looked directly into the CCTV.

And then he obeyed.

Both hands tightened on her hips as he slammed into her, his pace brutal, unrelenting.

Every thrust sent her head flying back, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his. Her breasts bounced wildly, her moans rising in pitch, each one in sync with the raw power of his movements.

Greg felt her trembling, felt her walls fluttering around him, tightening, clenching.

She was close.

So close.

"Come for me again, love," he commanded, his voice a low growl—ensuring Duncan could hear every syllable, every possessive word.

Cammy barely processed his words, lost in the feverish build-up of pleasure consuming her. But her reply came instinctively, her body answering before her mind could catch up.

"Yes, love," she gasped. "Keep it steady... please don’t stop... I’m so close... ahh..."

She was there, teetering on the edge.

Desperate for release, she tightened around him, her walls squeezing, pulsing, drawing him deeper, pulling him into the perfect spot over and over again.

Greg groaned, his grip bruising against her skin as he drove into her harder, faster, chasing her climax like a man possessed.

He wanted Duncan to see this.

To see Cammy fall apart.

To see how Greg was the one making her lose control.

"Fuck! Cammy!" Greg’s voice was rough, primal, swaying on the edge of control. His fingers dug into her hips as he felt her walls gripping him like a vice, milking him, refusing to let go. "Do it again—squeeze that sweet little pussy and suck me in, ahh! Fuck, you’re fucking delicious!"

And she obeyed.

The moment she clenched around him, another wave of pure, shattering ecstasy crashed through her body.

"G-Greg... I’m... oh fuck—hard! Oh God! Oh God! Ahh!"

Her body convulsed as she shattered around him, her tight, pulsing walls squeezing, clenching, milking every last inch of him with a constant, intoxicating rhythm.

Greg groaned, feeling the way she pulsed around him, dragging him deeper into her heat, drowning him in her pleasure.

"Shit, that’s fucking strong, Cammy," he growled, his muscles locking as he surrendered to the inevitable. "Let me join you."

With a few more savage thrusts, he drove himself over the edge.

His release exploded deep inside her, hot, thick, endless, filling her completely. His body trembled with the force of it, his pleasure dark and all-consuming. And as the final waves of bliss crashed over him, he turned his head toward the CCTV, smirking as he lifted his middle finger—his silent, taunting message to Duncan.

He didn’t lower his hand. Not until the last pulse of pleasure had left his body, not until they were both spent and trembling in the aftermath.

Cammy collapsed onto the bed, her body glistening with sweat, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps.

"I can’t feel my legs, Greg," she panted, her voice wrapped with exhaustion and bliss. "They’re shaking... your fault. Grab me a tissue so we can get out of here."

Greg let out a deep chuckle, utterly pleased with himself.

"So it’s my fault now?" he teased, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her skin. "Don’t be so damn cute and adorable if you don’t want to end up with shaking legs."

Still grinning, he reached for the tissue box by the bedside and handed it to her.

Cammy sat up slowly, and as soon as she did, she felt it—the undeniable warmth of his release spilling out of her, fast and thick.

"Damn it, Greg," she hissed, shifting uncomfortably. "Why is there so much?!"

He smirked, watching her struggle to wipe herself clean.

"That’s what happens when you make me wait a whole week," he said smugly, stretching his arms behind his head. "So, if you want it to be less, there’s a simple solution—you’ll just have to do it with me every day."

Her head snapped up, and she shot him a glare.

"No way! Do you want me to be unable to walk? Have you seen how big you are? That thing will make me lose my legs if we do this every single day!"

Greg laughed, shifting closer to her, his large hands gliding up her trembling legs. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"I could always massage them after," he murmured, his touch slow and teasing. "But since you’re staying in my house now, I guess we don’t really have a choice. Just seeing you will be too tempting... and I won’t be able to stop myself from touching you."

His fingers trailed higher, his palm caressing the soft skin of her thighs, then gliding upward.

"From burying myself inside you."

Cammy shivered, but before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her shoulder, planting slow, deliberate kisses up the side of her neck.

He glanced at the CCTV as his hands slid to her breasts, his lips whispering heat against her skin, Greg’s dark promise became undeniable.

He wanted to let Duncan know how much lust and desire he has for her. This wasn’t over.

Not even close.