Camilla’s POV
I was frustrated, the urge to kill him keeps growing but I can’t risk it. I can’t risk him or anyone in the pack knowing my true identity.
Laying back on the bed, my body shook and I’d tried to finish myself off with my fingers but I was too weak. My fingers weren’t giving me the pleasure that I wanted.
Frustrated and angry, I stared at the empty walls as the memories of how Dylan had f****d me with his tongue just now played back in my head. The thought of him wasn’t helping so I tried really hard to shut the event out of my head.
“Asshole.” I groaned to myself as I buried my head in my pillow before closing my eyes to catch some sleep which would be really difficult now, thanks to Dylan.
Making up my mind to get a new toy tomorrow, I closed my eyes and just like every
