My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 133: Cammy’s Dangerous Plan (2)

Greg’s jaw clenched, his hunger turning feral. It wasn’t just about devouring her—it was about Duncan watching, powerless, seething, as Cammy unraveled beneath his touch.

He wanted Duncan to see how she surrendered, how she drowned in pleasure only he could give her. He wanted Duncan to feel the burn of helpless jealousy as he realized—Cammy belonged to Greg in this moment. Completely. Entirely.

And fuck, that thought alone made Greg even harder.

Cammy fought to keep her moans restrained, biting her lip so hard she nearly drew blood. She knew how to stay quiet—she had mastered the art of silence in this very room for years.

But that was with Duncan.

Being devoured by Greg was something else entirely.

It felt like her soul was being pulled straight from her body, pleasure consuming her so fiercely it left her trembling. She wanted to open her eyes, wanted to watch him, but every time she tried, another stroke of his tongue made her lids flutter shut, made her vision blur with raw, dizzying bliss.

Greg was relentless. Unforgiving.

Just when she thought she had a grip on reality, his left hand slipped beneath her blouse, sliding under her bra with wicked intent. He started slow, teasing, his fingers playing over the soft swell of her breast, tracing circles around her sensitive peak.

Then he twisted. Pinched.

A sharp gasp left her lips, her body arching instinctively, but Greg didn’t stop. If anything, he grew more ravenous, his mouth and fingers working in a maddening tandem—licking, sucking, stroking, twisting. Faster. Deeper. Harder.

"Oh my God, Greg—no! Stop!"

Her hands flew to his head, weakly trying to push him away, but her trembling limbs betrayed her.

Greg barely registered her protest. He wasn’t stopping. Not when she was already on the edge, not when her body was begging for more even as her lips denied it. frёeωebɳovel.com

With a dark smirk, he latched onto her clit again, sucking with a force that made her back bow off the bed. His grip on her breast tightened—painful, intoxicating—until pain and pleasure blurred into something unbearable.

Then, with one final stroke of his tongue, he slid his fingers out of her.

And she shattered.

The climax tore through her like a violent storm, she gushed like a broken dam, spilling everything to her skirt and bed. Her entire body shaking as if she’d been struck by lightning.

A strangled scream tried to escape her throat, but she barely managed to smother it with both hands, muffling the sound as wave after wave of ecstasy consumed her.

Greg didn’t stop.

Even as her legs convulsed, even as her slickness coated his fingers, he kept rubbing her clit—ruthless, merciless—forcing every last drop of pleasure from her until she was nothing but a trembling, breathless mess beneath him.

Duncan would see this.

He would see how undone she was. And as far as he can remember, Cammy confessed that Duncan had never made her squirt before, only him.

And Greg would make sure he knew—this was only the beginning.

Greg stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze locked onto Cammy as she lay sprawled in the aftermath of her climax, her body still trembling, her breaths uneven. She was utterly wrecked—and it was all because of him.

Slowly, he peeled off his shirt, the muscles of his torso flexing under the dim lighting. Then, he reached for her skirt, intent on removing the soaked fabric from her flushed body.

But just as he hooked his fingers under the waistband, Cammy weakly grasped his wrist, her grip barely strong enough to stop him.

She didn’t speak—couldn’t. She just stared up at him, silently protesting, her dazed, glassy eyes filled with something between exhaustion and helpless defiance.

Greg chuckled darkly, brushing damp strands of hair from her face as he leaned in close, his breath warm against her lips.

"Your skirt is drenched, Cammy," he murmured, his voice deep and filled with amusement. "Let’s get rid of it. You have a change of clothes here anyway."

His lips curled into a smirk, his next words dripping with promise. "Besides... I’m not done with you yet. I haven’t finished your second request."

Before she could even think of resisting, he stripped her completely—her skirt, her blouse, her bra—all of it discarded carelessly onto the floor.

Then, with effortless strength, he wrapped an arm around her waist and shifted her toward the other edge of the bed, to the right side, guiding her away from the wet spot she had left behind.

"You just soaked the entire bed," he laughed, dark and smug, his fingers teasing along the curves of her body. "You really came hard, huh?"

But this wasn’t just about moving her—no, Greg had a more sinister intention.

He wanted Duncan to see it all.

To see the mess she had made.

To see undeniable proof of how thoroughly he had unraveled his wife.

Cammy turned her head, dazed, barely registering what he was saying. But the moment she caught sight of the wet stain on the sheets, Greg acted.

In one swift motion, he grabbed both her legs and flipped her over, pressing her stomach against the mattress.

A startled gasp escaped her lips, but before she could even process what was happening, he yanked her hips up, forcing her onto all fours.

"Greg—"

She didn’t get to finish.

Without hesitation, without warning, he thrust forward, sliding himself inside her with one deep, merciless stroke.

Her slick heat welcomed him instantly, her drenched walls gripping him tight as he buried himself to the hilt.

"Ahh! Greg!" Cammy yelped, her arms nearly giving out beneath her.

The stretch, the fullness—it was too much, too fast, too perfect.

Greg groaned, his head falling back for a moment as he savored the feeling of being completely engulfed in her wet, pulsing heat. Then, his instincts took over.

His left hand tangled into her hair, pulling her head back, while his right seized her breast, fingers digging in as he held her in place.

He pushed in deeper. Harder. Until there was nowhere left to go.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ahh!" Cammy wailed, her voice trembling with pure, unfiltered pleasure.

"So fucking deep! Ahh!"