CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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~ Camilla

I hated him.

I hated his smirk, the one that reeked of his arrogance, as if he already knew how this would end. I hated his hands, the way they held me down, as if my resistance was nothing more than entertainment. I hated his voice, wrapping around me like a noose, tightening with every filthy whisper.

"Get off me, you sick bastard!" I spat, thrashing against his grip, my nails digging into his arms deep enough to leave marks, to draw blood if I could. But he didn’t even flinch. If anything, he looked pleased.

"Now, now," he murmured, his tone full of...