Chapter 157

Camilla’s POV

When I feel the graze of his fingers on my thighs, they part a little wider, handing him whatever access he needs. I hate this, I hate him, I hate me, and I hate my body for betraying me right now. Perhaps if I had rode King’s dick prior to coming here, I wouldn’t be this thirsty for his touch, but no, I have a bet to pull through. One that doesn’t look like I will from where I stand right now.

“Wet,” he growls, withdrawing his hand. “I could almost lose focus, but no. I want us to talk more than I want to fuck you.”

“There is nothing to talk about,” I hiss.

“But there is, and whether you like it or not, we’re going to have a conversation.” he tells me, his hand tracing my closed lips like it didn’t just test my panties. “Like two grown adults, without you acting like an avenging teenager. Is that clear? Alpha Camilla.”

“Yes.” I nod, only for him to up my smile with one of his own, his hold on my wrists revoking it’s hold.

“Good,” he