CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
~ Stephano’s POV
The ring of Camilla's phone assaulted my ears.
I ignored it at first.
Because I had her. Right. f*****g. There. Breathing hard, body tight with frustration, lips parted like she was one second away from making a really bad decision. A decision I was going to enjoy.
And then—she moved.
Pulled away like I was some regrettable late-night purchase off Wish.
Oh, hell no.
The warmth of her body disappeared, and I swear to God, my c**k felt the betrayal personally. Then I saw the name on her screen.
Elvis.
Elvis.
Jesus Christ.
The fury that ripped through me was not rational. Not even a little. But then again, nothing about this situation was rational. Because I was hard as hell and she was ruining it over a man whose very existence gave me secondh
