CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

~ Camilla

I couldn't get out of his office fast enough.

My heart was racing, and my pussy was burning. The hallway stretched before me like an endless corridor. My legs felt like jelly, unsteady beneath me. My blouse was a wrinkled mess, hanging off my shoulders like a token of everything I hated. My hair was a disaster, tangled and wild from him running his hands through it like he owned me. Which, in his eyes, I suppose I was.

I walked straight into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. My hands were shaking, my breath ragged as I yanked my skirt up, furious at...