Amelia's POV
Of course I believed him. I rushed back home so fast and just waited on my bed, dying for his call. I hated this terrible relapse after convincing myself that I was done with him.
Finally he called.
“Home, Princess?” His voice was the perfect stimulator.
“Yes. My room.” I responded ever so eagerly.
“On your bed like a good girl? Door locked?” f**k. I put the phone to my ear and it felt like he was making love to it through the phone, speaking to me in such a way.
“Yes.”
“You're a good girl.”
I didn't even know what to say, until he spoke again. He was on normal call, not video call, if not I wanted to see him.
“Turn off the lights.” I got out of bed and did just that.
“Lie down and drop the phone, just listen to me.”
I laid perfectly down, my chest heaving in antic
