CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

~ Camilla

Stephano didn’t stop.

Didn’t even fucking slow down.

His cock rammed into me even harder, dragging a strangled moan from my throat.

I tried to move, tried to cover myself, but his hand shot out fast, snatching both my wrists and yanking them tight behind my back.

Pinned.

Exposed.

My ass high in the air, my pussy still stretched around him, dripping wet for anyone to see.

"Shut the door," he barked, like he wasn’t fucking me like a savage, like this was just another goddamn meeting.

His hips slammed forward viciously as he added, almost lazily, "Unless you want to join in."

Kate gasped, face...