CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

~Camilla

The moment I felt him swell inside me, thickening, pulsing, my stomach twisted in fury.

Again.

The bastard was going to come inside me again.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I hissed, my nails sinking into his shoulders, dragging angry red lines down his skin. “I warned you—”

He didn’t stop. He didn’t even hesitate.

His hips ground deeper, slow and merciless, his breath hot and ragged against my throat as he groaned, low and filthy, spilling inside me like I was nothing but a hole for him to use.

“You selfish fuck!” I snapped, my voice breaking, my body trembling beneath him. “I told you—I told you—to...