CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

~ Stephano

I slammed the office door shut so hard the fucking windows rattled. I ropped into my chair like gravity had tripled. For a second, I just sat there, chest heaving, fists clenched so tight my knuckles cracked.

Fucking women. Fucking Camilla. What the hell was her problem?

I raked a hand through my hair, dragging it back roughly, breathing hard. And then I saw it.

Her panties, lying there on the floor. A tiny scrap of lace, still twisted from the way I’d peeled it off her ass before bending her over my desk.

I stared at them for a long second, my cock throbbing again...