Camilla’s POV
I honestly can’t believe I’m reacting to his touch in this manner. I was still pissed, my rage was still at its peak but the moment he touched me, the moment he started tying me up to do these things to me, it felt like all the walls I’d built had gone crashing down.
“Dylan,” I moaned again when I didn’t get a reply from the last time, “would you please stop the torture and just f**k m….” I was still talking when I felt something slap my face.
I didn’t need anyone to tell me that it was his d**k, my jaw dropped but before I could say anything else, Dylan kneaded my face, gently slapping my cheek and voluntarily, I opened my mouth for him to put his c**k in it.
I couldn’t see a thing but I could feel everything, my body shook and it felt like jolts of electricity were rush
