CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
~ Camilla
His c**k drove into me without warning, no mercy, no patience, just a brutal, glorious stretch that tore a gasp from my throat.
"f**k—!"
I fumbled for the edge of the desk, nails scraping uselessly against the polished wood as he bottomed out inside me, thick and deep, a savage groan rumbling low in his chest.
"Christ, Camilla," Stephano rasped, his hands clamping hard around my hips, holding me in place like he owned every inch of me. "So f*****g tight. So perfect."
He pulled out almost completely, making me whimper at the sudden emptiness, before slamming back in with a bruising thrust that made my whole body jolt.
Pleasure and pain blurred deliciously together.
"You—you can’t just—" I tried, my voice breaking into a moan as he set a brutal rhythm.
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