The Camp (Chateau #2) Read Online Penelope Sky

Categories Genre: Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Chateau Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
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She breathed harder, loud in the silence.

I straightened and placed myself inside her with a deep thrust.

She jerked forward and moaned loudly.

My hands gathered her in my arms, and I pulled her against me, my chest against her back, my arms across her tits and her stomach. I held her as I thrust, both of us on our knees on the bed, grinding together as the passion rose like heat to the ceiling.

Her hand moved to the back of my head, and she angled her body so she could kiss me as we moved together, her pants entering my mouth and filling my lungs with new warmth. Her fingers gripped the hair at the back of my neck, and she moaned as I thrust into her. “Magnus…”

One of my hands squeezed her tit, while the other slid between her legs and rubbed her clit.

She moaned louder and louder.

I could feel the scars against my chest as we moved together, feel the bumps that would never fade as long as she lived. But instead of carrying the grief on my shoulders, I saw them as a testament to her survival, of what we’d both done to get here…to have this.

Twenty-Two

The Count of Monte Cristo

When I opened my eyes and looked at the nightstand, I realized it was almost noon.

It’d been a long night.

I wiped the sleep from my eyes before my arm slid toward Raven on the bed. All I felt were cold sheets. She was always up earlier than I was, probably because she was excited to be in Paris. I got out of bed, used the bathroom, and then headed downstairs to make some coffee.

She wasn’t sitting on the couch.

And the coffeepot hadn’t been turned on.

I went to her old bedroom to see if she was sitting in the armchair so she could see the Eiffel Tower past the park.

She wasn’t there.

My heart started to pound. “Raven?” I raised my voice so she could hear me if she was in the apartment.

Nothing.

I checked the bathrooms—nothing.

I stood in the living room and dragged my hand down my face, feeling my jaw clench, feeling the terror grip me by the chest.

Did she run?

The alarm wasn’t set because it didn’t cross my mind anymore.

Maybe that was what she wanted.

Did she lie to me? Was this all…a stunt?

Was any of it real?

I moved to the window in her old bedroom to look down at the gate and the sidewalk, as if she would be standing there. Did she spend all that time earning my affection for protection in the camp, building up my trust, just so she could have this moment? When we were up late so she knew I’d be asleep for hours?

Was I that stupid?

Why did I actually believe this was real?

My heart pounded harder, and the pulse was vibrating in my temples. The blood was like a drumbeat in my ears. So many emotions ran through me at once. But then my eyes noticed the woman in a dress across the street. She checked both ways before she crossed, carrying two coffees, a bag hanging off her wrist with the bakery logo on the front. She moved through the open gate and approached the apartment.

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.

It was real.

The elevator hummed down the hallway until the doors opened. Her footsteps came a moment later, passing the bedroom and entering the kitchen, without noticing me standing in front of the window.

With my hands on my hips, I stood in front of the window and let the anger circulate out of my blood.

She must have taken a bite of a pastry because she said, “Oh man…that’s so fucking good.”

I left the bedroom and approached the kitchen.

She stilled when she spotted me, half a muffin stuffed into her mouth, crumbs and blueberry juice in the corners of her mouth, eating like a pig because she assumed I was still asleep upstairs. The food was already in her mouth at that point, so she chewed it quickly and tried to get it down. “I…” Chew chew chew. “Didn’t know…” Chew chew chew. Mumble mumble. “Awake…” She grabbed a napkin from the bag and tried to wipe all the shit off her face as she chewed the last of it and got it down her throat.

I stepped closer to her, my arms resting by my sides, still angry about the heart attack she’d just given me.

She balled up the napkin and left it on the counter. “I got you a muffin too, but you don’t have to eat it. I’ll eat it if you don’t want it.” When she looked at me, she realized that something was wrong, that the intense stare I gave her was a hostile one. “What is it?”

I stepped closer to her, exploding in fury. “Did I say you could come and go as you please?”



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