CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

~ Stephano’s POV

The ring of Camilla's phone assaulted my ears.

I ignored it at first.

Because I had her. Right. Fucking. There. Breathing hard, body tight with frustration, lips parted like she was one second away from making a really bad decision. A decision I was going to enjoy.

And then—she moved.

Pulled away like I was some regrettable late-night purchase off Wish.

Oh, hell no.

The warmth of her body disappeared, and I swear to God, my cock felt the betrayal personally. Then I saw the name on her screen.

Elvis.

Elvis.

Jesus Christ.

The fury that ripped through me was not rational. Not even a...