"Oh god, Asher," Amber cried out as I pushed deep into her. Her hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white. "Please do not stop. Please."

A cold smirk touched my lips. The words were good, but they would sound so much better if they came from Camelia. I wanted to hear Camelia beg me like this. I wanted to see her pride crumble under my touch until she had nothing left to do but scream my name.

My hands gripped Amber's hips, angling her body on the mattress. I moved with a hard, relentless pace, pushing her face down into the pillows.

"Yes," she gasped, her voice thick. "Just...