[CAMI]
“But if you disappoint me, Camilla?” Zeke’s voice drops to a murmur. “You’ll wish I’d kept you locked up.”
I’m not sure how I feel about the way he says my name. It sounds dirty in his voice.
His hand slides up my spine to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. He puts just enough pressure to remind me who's in control.
I don’t pull away, nor do I let my gaze stray.
“If you want to be part of the game, you need to learn how to play.”
He’s so close now, I can feel the heat of him, the restraint flashing in those eyes. I should be afraid. I am afraid, but not in the way I was before. This fear feels reckless beneath my skin.
“Then teach me,” the words escape my lips in a whisper.
His eyes flicker, and the corner of his mouth lifts. “Careful, doll. That sounded a lot like
