~ Camilla.

The moment the words left his mouth. “You’re mine” I snapped.

Oh, hell I wasn't his.

I adjusted my dress, tugging the fabric back over my breasts with calm, smoothing it down as though his filthy hands hadn’t just been on me. My heart was hammering like mad, my skin betraying me with its stupid crazy heat, but my face? My face was stone.

I lifted my chin. “I’m not yours.” My voice was steady, though I could feel the fury burning in my veins. “This…happened, Stephano.” I said, gesturing to what we had just done. “But I don’t belong to you. I’m with Alex, and that’s final.”...