CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

~ Camilla

He dropped me.

Ouch!

Like I was nothing. Like the taste of me didn’t just make his eyes roll back. My ass hit the floor with a hard thud, and I gasped, stunned, legs sprawled, lip swollen from his kiss.

Stephano towered above me, chest heaving, jaw clenched. His eyes? Black fire.

“On. Your. Fucking. Knees.”

His voice was pure command. Not a request. Not a plea.

A sentence.

I blinked up at him, furious and burning and soaked through. “Go to hell.”

He grinned. The kind of grin that promised he’d take me there with him, and fuck me all the way down.

“Already live...