Stephano

Curse. You. Isabella.

I could hear her approaching, her footsteps trailing down the hallway, growing louder, closer. It was only a matter of time before she reached us.

Slowly, reluctantly, I retracted my finger from Camilla's lips. Her breathing came in shallow, panicked gasps. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her lips parted slightly, still wet from where she’d worried them with her teeth. She wetted her lips, those rosy lips, turning away from me. Her face was flushed, her skin cheeks colored with an embarrassing shade of blush. She stood there, against the wall, tugging at the hem of her skirt. I could see it in...