CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

~ Camilla

His cock drove into me without warning, no mercy, no patience, just a brutal, glorious stretch that tore a gasp from my throat.

"Fuck—!"

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 fucking 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...