CHAPTER FORTY-SIX~ CamillaHis filthy words had me trembling, nails digging into the sheets. I could hear him, the slick, obscene sound of his fist on his cock, the groan gurgling from his chest as he wet his fingers and dragged them between my thighs.I arched into the touch, desperate, burning. “Please—”"Please what?" His fingers circling, teasing, just barely dipping inside. "Use your words, baby. Tell me."But I couldn’t. Not with the way he slid one thick finger into me, curling, finding that spot that made my mind blank and my breath hitch. A broken moan escaped, my hips rocking helplessly against him, chasing more.He chuckled, wicked and knowing. "That’s it. Take what you need."And then, his fingers vanished, replaced by the thick, hot press of his cock nudging against my entrance. I held my breath as he pushed in."Fuck—" His hands clamped hard on my hips as he buried himself to the hilt. "So fucking tight. So fucking good."For a moment, we just stayed there, panting, pul
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE~ CamillaThe sound of his pants hitting the floor was obscene, and despite myself, my eyes flicked down. Hell. His cock stood thick and heavy, jutting toward me like he owned the very air between us. My mouth watered, my pulse hammering in my throat. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice rough. I glared up at him. “You don’t tell me what to do.” The words had barely left my lips before his hands were on me again, hauling me up, flipping me over with a single, effortless motion. My stomach hit the mattress, my ass now high in the air, exposed. The sharp slap of his palm against my cheek sent a shockwave of pleasure-pain through me, and I gasped, my fingers twisting in the sheets. “Such a fucking brat,” he murmured. His fingers traced the stinging heat of my skin before gripping my hips, yanking me back against him. “Lucky for you, I like putting you in your place.” I opened my mouth to curse him again, but then his hand was in my hair, fisting tight, pulling ju
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR~ CamillaHe dropped me.Ouch!Like I was nothing. Like the taste of me didn’t just make his eyes roll back. My ass hit the floor with a hard thud, and I gasped, stunned, legs sprawled, lip swollen from his kiss.Stephano towered above me, chest heaving, jaw clenched. His eyes? Black fire.“On. Your. Fucking. Knees.”His voice was pure command. Not a request. Not a plea.A sentence.I blinked up at him, furious and burning and soaked through. “Go to hell.”He grinned. The kind of grin that promised he’d take me there with him, and fuck me all the way down.“Already live there, baby. And guess what?” He stepped closer, unbuckling his belt with slow, deliberate flicks. “You’re my favorite demon.”I scrambled to stand. To slap him. To leave.But his boot slid between my thighs, pressing hard right against the throbbing mess of me, and I froze. My mouth dropped open with a silent cry as the pressure made my eyes roll back for half a second.God, I hated him.I hated how
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE~ CamillaHis engine roared. The sound started low, like a growl rolling up from the throat of some hungry, caged thing, and then it swelled. Louder. Meaner. His engine. Tearing like it owned the street. Like it was hunting something.Like it was hunting me.My spine snapped straight. The dish in my hand clattered into the sink. Soap and water splashed up my wrist, but I barely felt it. Every part of me froze, except for the place that mattered. That part was already reacting. Already wet. No. Not again.I didn’t move. Not because I didn’t want to. My brain was screaming go, go, go. But my body was... listening to something else. Something deeper. Something stupid.The headlights sliced through the window. Blinding. Accusing. And then—SLAM.His car door crashed shut like a threat.I backed up. One step. Two. My breath stuttered. My heel hit the rug behind me. I should’ve turned and run, out the back, into the night, straight into traffic if that’s what it took.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO~ Camilla I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t call in sick because of Stephano. No way. Not after last night. I refused to let him get into my head again. It was bad enough I had nearly let him pull my panties off in a bathroom like some hormonal teenager. I couldn’t handle hearing that dirty, vile mouth of his again. The things he said… God, my skin still crawled just thinking about it. I didn’t care how much heat that bastard had between my legs, I needed space.I flopped back onto the bed, arms sprawled out like some sort of broken doll. Why did I always let myself get so tangled up in these situations? One moment I was kissing Elvis, and the next, I was thinking about Stephano's filthy hands, and his filthy mouth, and the way he made my body feel like it had a mind of its own. I couldn’t think about him. I didn’t want to think about him.But, oh, my God, I couldn’t help it. The heat… that damn heat, it was still there. I squeezed my eyes shut. Just forget it, Camilla
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE~ CamillaNope. Nothing's wrong. I'm completely fine. I just survived Stephano’s cock and now possibly walking into Elvis’ arms, or worse, his bed.“Come on,” Elvis said warmly, offering me his hand.I took it. Hesitated. And internally screamed the whole way out. Elvis's hand curled around my waist as we stepped out of the restaurant, and I nearly tripped over my own feet.Breathe, Camilla. You’re fine. You’re a composed woman. You are not unraveling like a cheap thread in a soap opera.Except I was. Because the entire time, I could feel Stephano’s stare burning into my back like a damn brand. I didn’t need to turn around to confirm it. My spine had already stiffened like it knew it was under surveillance. And when Elvis gave him a polite nod, I nearly yanked him into the nearest Uber and vanished into the night.What was that nod? A challenge? A man-to-man acknowledgment? Did he know?No. No, he couldn’t know. I wasn’t that obvious, was I?Elvis opened the car doo