CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

~ Camilla

My fingers pressed against my throbbing pussy, trying to stop the burning. Each movement sent sharp pain through my hips, making me gasp and stumble. I wanted to scream. My legs shook. A hot, sticky mess leaked between my thighs, his semen and blood, making me hate him more. I pictured his smirk, and I felt sick with rage. I wanted to hurt him. I limped forward, each step painful. I wanted him to feel this pain. My breath hitched. My torn, swollen pussy pulsed with each step. I remembered him bending me over, the wall cold, his cock pounding into my raw pussy.

My hands...