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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

Hard all day

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

Hunted

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.

Fuck you

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

Sinful heat

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

Mine

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

Fill you

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN~CamillaThe moment I felt him swell inside me, thickening, pulsing, my stomach twisted in fury.Again.The bastard was going to come inside me again.“Don’t you fucking dare,” I hissed, my nails sinking into his shoulders, dragging angry red lines down his skin. “I warned you—”He didn’t stop. He didn’t even hesitate.His hips ground deeper, slow and merciless, his breath hot and ragged against my throat as he groaned, low and filthy, spilling inside me like I was nothing but a hole for him to use.“You selfish fuck!” I snapped, my voice breaking, my body trembling beneath him. “I told you—I told you—to pull out!”He just chuckled, dark and unbothered, the sound rumbling straight into my chest. His hand fisted in my hair, jerking my head back until I had no choice but to meet his eyes, those cold, amused eyes that made my blood boil.He smirked.“And yet,” he murmured, dragging his thumb over my swollen bottom lip, “you’re still here. Still letting me fill you.”I

Sex slave contract

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT~ Camilla I stood in front of Stephano’s office door like it was the gates of hell.No, scratch that. The gates of hell wished they were this intimidating. At least hell came with flames and tortured screams. This door? This stupid, glossy, mahogany door? It came with memories. Moans. The unholy soundtrack of my life unraveling in the space of one very, very bad decision.And by “bad,” I obviously meant toe-curling, sheet-gripping, thigh-shaking amazing.God. I was a mess.My hands were clammy. My heart was somewhere between my throat and my stomach. And my inner voice? Oh, she was practically drunk and screaming into a megaphone.You rode your boss, Camilla. Like a rodeo queen. Like it was the championship round and you were trying to win a goddamn trophy.I wanted to curl up in a recycling bin and be taken out with the next pickup.I should’ve called in sick. No, called in dead. Sent a bouquet to my own funeral and never shown my face around this office ever aga

Sick and tempted

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE~ Camilla The paper hit the desk with a sharp slap, my hand stinging from the force.Stephano barely flinched. "A contract," he said smoothly, like he was offering me a glass of wine instead of a goddamn sex slave agreement.I stared at him, heart hammering. "No. It's a fucking prostitution contract. Dressed up in fancy fonts."He tilted his head, studying me like I was amusing. "Prostitution implies choice."His voice dropped a little lower. "This... is ownership."I sucked in a breath."You want me to be your on-call whore? What’s next, Stephano? A collar with your initials on it? Maybe a leash, so you can parade me around your penthouse like a trophy?"He smiled. It was lazy, slow, devastating."Don't tempt me."The heat in his eyes made my stomach twist, in that sick, electric way I hated."I'm past tempted," I snarled. "I'm five seconds from murder.""And yet..." he murmured, standing now, moving around the desk like a predator circling prey. "You’re still her

Dream on

CHAPTER FIFTY~ Camilla I was mid-email, fingers flying across the keyboard like I was trying to escape this hellhole one keystroke at a time, when it happened.That voice.That goddamn unfair voice, rumbling through the intercom like it owned the building, and me. "Camilla. Get in here. Now."My stomach dropped so fast it practically dislocated.I froze, staring at the blinking cursor, wishing, praying it could sprout arms and punch Stephano Maddens straight in his perfect, smug face.Nope.Still just pixels.Still trapped.Still thinking about his cock.I squeezed my thighs together under the desk like that would help.Spoiler: it didn’t.I took a breath. Then another.My palms were sweaty. My chest was tight. It wasn’t fear. Oh no.It was rage.And heat.Fucking nuclear heat, low in my belly, pulsing between my legs.I had just filed a request with HR—begging for a transfer, throwing myself at corporate bureaucracy like it was a lifeboat."Broaden my experience," I’d said, sweet

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