Chapter Fourteen

~ Camilla

I. Was. Pantyless.

I wasn’t wearing any panties. My breath hitched. Oh, God. I stopped dead in the hallway. It wasn’t just that he had torn them off like some entitled, domineering bastard. I had let him. I stood there, breathless and shaking, while he ripped them down my thighs, his grip rough, possessive, merciless.

I had just walked out of his office without panties.

I let him tear them off.

I let him.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

No. Don’t think about it.

And now.

Now I was outside. In a hallway. In an office building with no panties on. My hands clenched into fists,...