Chapter 9

Camile – POV

His voice did something to me.

Not just the way he growled it like a promise, but the way it carried something deeper—possessiveness, apology, longing. Maybe even love. Maybe.

But I didn’t ask for love.

I asked for loyalty.

I let him lay me back on the bed, my breath catching as his weight hovered over me, his lips ghosting across my collarbone like he was trying to memorize me. My thighs tightened around him instinctively, my hands still gripping his shoulders, skin hot and trembling beneath my fingertips.

This wasn’t just sex.

Not this time.

Barry didn’t tear my clothes off like a man...