[CAMILLA]
I can’t f*****g walk.
Like, genuinely—my legs are useless. Jelly. Shaking like I ran a marathon barefoot uphill in stilettos. Except I didn’t. I just got f****d within an inch of my life in the back of a goddamn limo.
And honestly? I can’t wait to do it again.
Zeke’s zipper is barely up when the car stops. Meanwhile, I’m still trying to remember what oxygen feels like.
My dress is wrinkled. My thighs? Soaked. My p***y? Sore, swollen, throbbing like it’s filing a formal complaint. Zeke said he’d f**k me before anyone saw me tonight. Should’ve known he meant that literally before I tried to provoke him. And should’ve known he wouldn’t show me an ounce of mercy after being teased like that.
He’s not an overconfident guy at the club, he’s literally the mafia leader.
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