Fuck you
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
~ Camilla
He dropped me.
Ouch!
Like I was nothing. Like the taste of me didn’t just make his eyes roll back. My ass hit the floor with a hard thud, and I gasped, stunned, legs sprawled, lip swollen from his kiss.
Stephano towered above me, chest heaving, jaw clenched. His eyes? Black fire.
“On. Your. Fucking. Knees.”
His voice was pure command. Not a request. Not a plea.
A sentence.
I blinked up at him, furious and burning and soaked through. “Go to hell.”
He grinned. The kind of grin that promised he’d take me there with him, and fuck me all the way down.
“Already live there, baby. And guess what?” He stepped closer, unbuckling his belt with slow, deliberate flicks. “You’re my favorite demon.”
I scrambled to stand. To slap him. To leave.
But his boot slid between my thighs, pressing hard right against the throbbing mess of me, and I froze. My mouth dropped open with a silent cry as the pressure made my eyes roll back for half a second.
God, I hated him.
I hated how easy it was for him to control me. To know exactly where to touch. Exactly how hard.
He leaned down, eyes locked on mine, fingers tangling in my hair again, harder this time. Cruel. “Get. On. Your. Knees.”
“Fuck you.”
“You will.” His voice dropped an octave. “After you crawl for it.”
My jaw clenched. I wanted to fight him. Wanted to spit in his face.
But my body moved.
Not because I obeyed him. No. Because my body betrayed me. Because I needed him like a poison. Like a goddamn drug I couldn’t shake.
I sank slowly to my knees, glaring up at him with fire in my eyes and lust dripping down my thighs. “I fucking hate you.”
Stephano palmed the back of my head, thumb stroking my cheek like I was precious. His cock, thick and straining, was already free, bobbing inches from my lips.
“Hate me all you want, baby,” he murmured. “But open that pretty mouth. ’Cause I’m about to ruin it.”
Stephano’s cock hovered just inches from my lips, thick, veined, heavy with want. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying not to stare at it, not to breathe in the scent of him, musk and sweat and arrogance.
“Taste it.”
His voice was low, calm and threatening in
I looked up, fire in my eyes, teeth clenched. “No.”
One syllable.
His smirk dropped. His hand tangled in my hair again, rougher this time.
“Don’t play games, Camilla.”
“I’m not one of your pathetic little sluts,” I hissed. “I’m not begging for you.”
“You will.”
And then, he moved.
Quick as a viper, he grabbed my jaw, fingers digging in cruelly. I gasped, tried to jerk away, but he held me tight, prying my mouth open like he was cracking a lock.
“Open,” he growled. “Now.”
My lips parted involuntarily from the force, and before I could curse him again, he shoved his cock between them—deep, heavy, unapologetic.
I choked, tried to push back, but he held me still, one hand fisted in my hair, the other under my chin, keeping me in place like I was his.
His hips rocked just enough to make me gag once, then he paused, voice a quiet, dangerous purr above me.
“You want me to fuck you on a bed like a human being for once?” he asked. “You want softness? You want me to stop using you like a goddamn ragdoll and fuck you slow, Camilla? Then you earn it.”
He tightened his grip, forcing me to look up at him, eyes brimming with tears I refused to shed.
“You do what I say.”
I wanted to spit, to curse, to claw him to hell, but my mouth was full, stretched wide around his thick cock.
I hated him.
Hated how my core throbbed even harder at his words. How the threat of being taken right for once made me clench with need.
His hips moved again. Slower. Controlled.
“Show me you're worth more than the wall , baby.”
“Show me, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll treat you like something other than my favorite little hole.”
A moan slipped out of me. Muffled. And Stephano? He smiled.
My jaw ached. My knees were already starting to burn from the floor. Stephano had sat back on the couch like a king expecting tribute, one arm thrown lazily over the backrest, the other resting on my head like I was furniture. He watched me with that same smug intensity, eyes half-lidded as I reluctantly bobbed my head, slowly.
I hated every second of it.
But I did it. Because I knew what would happen if I didn’t.
“That's it,” he murmured, hips twitching beneath me. “Such a good little slut when you remember who you belong to.”
I glared up at him, cheeks hollowed around him, mouth stretched wide. I wanted to bite. Just sink my teeth in and make him bleed. But the threat in his voice earlier still rang in my ears.
You want a bed? You better earn it.
He reached down and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. Almost tender. Almost. “Let me see your tits.”
I paused, brows furrowing.
He smirked, voice dark. “Go on, baby. Take the girls out. I want to play with them while you suck me off.”
I yanked my mouth away, spit and shame dripping from my lips as I glared up at him. “Go fuck yourself.”
The smile vanished.
Before I could breathe, his fingers were back in my hair—twisting, yanking hard enough to make me cry out. My head snapped back, neck bared, body trembling.
Stephano stood slowly, towering above me, cock hard and glistening just inches from my face. His grip on my hair never loosened.
His voice dropped to that razor-thin whisper that made my thighs clench despite myself.
“You wanna keep being a bitch?” he murmured. “Keep testing me?”
“'Cause if you do, I’ll drag you to that wall and fuck you like a stray in heat.”
His breath was hot against my face. His eyes, pitch black with lust and control, didn’t blink.
“No more games. No more warnings. I’ll bend you over, rip those little panties off, and fuck you raw while you scream for a man you hate.”
I swallowed. My breath hitched. His grip eased slightly, just enough for him to lean closer, his lips brushing my ear.
“And you’ll love every filthy second of it.”
My nipples were already tight, breasts aching against the fabric of my shirt. My core pulsed like it was begging for him—even as my mind screamed no. Even as my pride shattered under the weight of my desire.
“I hate you,” I hissed.
Stephano smiled, wicked and slow.
“Good.”
“Now take your tits out, Camilla.”
“Let Daddy play with them while you choke on his cock.”
Before I could bite back another curse, his free hand was on my shirt, fingers slipping between the buttons. A sharp rip—fabric tore, buttons scattering across the floor like tiny. Cool air hit my skin, but not for long. His palm was already on me, cupping my breast through my bra, thumb brushing over the stiff peak.
I jerked back, but his hold on my hair only tightened. “Struggle all you want, baby. You know how this ends.”
His other hand moved behind me, fingers deftly finding the clasp of my bra. A flick of his wrist, and the lace gave way, pooling at my elbows before he tore it off completely. My tits bounced free, nipples already hard, betraying me.
“There we go,” Stephano murmured, voice thick with approval. His gaze raked over me, dark and hungry. “Fuck, look at you.”
I hated the way his eyes made my skin burn. Hated the way my body arched into his touch when he palmed me, rough fingers pinching a nipple just shy of pain. A soft, pathetic moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. My hand flew to my mouth, as if I could shove the sound back in.
Stephano smirked.
“Uh-uh,” he tsked, dragging my hand away. “I wanna hear you. Every little fucking noise.” His thumb rolled over my nipple again, slower this time, deliberate. ,”You gonna pretend you don’t like it? That this tight little body of yours isn’t begging for me?”
I clenched my thighs together, but it was useless. The ache was already there, throbbing, wet.
His cock twitched against my cheek, hot and heavy. “Eyes on me, Camilla.”
I glared up, lips parted, breath uneven.
“Good girl.” His grip shifted, forcing my head forward until the swollen head of his cock pressed against my lips. “Now open.”
I hesitated. Just for a second.
Stephano’s voice dropped, low and dangerous. “You really wanna test me right now?”
I didn’t. God help me, I didn’t.
My lips parted.
He pushed in slowly, savoring the way my mouth stretched around him, the way my tongue flattened against the thick vein running along the underside. I could already feel him in my throat, the sheer size of him making my jaw ache.
“That’s it,” he growled, hips rolling forward. “Take it. All of it.”
I gagged, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as he filled me, inch by brutal inch. His fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in place as he fucked my mouth with shallow, controlled thrusts.
And then his other hand was back on my tits, squeezing, kneading, fingers toying with my nipples until they were stiff and aching. Every flick of his wrist sent sparks straight to my core, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for friction.
“Fuck, you’re pretty like this,” he muttered, watching me struggle around him. “Mouth stuffed full, tits out, taking what I give you.” His thumb brushed my lower lip, slick with spit. “You were made for this, weren’t you? My pretty little cocksleeve.”
I whimpered, the vibration making him groan.
His thrusts deepened, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. Tears spilled over, streaking down my cheeks as I choked, drool dripping from my chin.
“Breathe through your nose,” he ordered, voice rough. “You can take it.”
I tried. God, I tried. But he was too big, too much. My fingers clawed at his thighs, nails digging in as he used me, my muffled cries only spurring him on.
Then his grip on my hair yanked me back, his cock sliding out with a wet pop. I gasped, air rushing into my lungs, chest heaving.
Stephano tilted my head up, his thumb swiping away a tear. “Look at you,” he murmured, almost sweet.
Before I could snap back, his hand was between my legs, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric of my panties.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Dripping. And you hate me, right?”
I shuddered, hips jerking against his touch.
He laughed, dark and knowing. “Liar.”
Then his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, tearing them away with a single, brutal tug.
“Now,” he said, dragging me up, my back pressed against his chest, his cock nestled between my thighs. “Let’s see how loud you can scream.”
“Bastard,” I spat, twisting in his arms, but his grip only tightened. His laugh was dark, a low rumble against my skin as he swept me off my feet, my back pressed flush against his chest. “Where the hell do you think you’re taking me?”
His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me effortlessly as he strode forward. “Shut that pretty mouth,” he growled, “before I find something better to occupy it with.”
The threat sent a bolt of heat straight between my legs, and I clenched my teeth, refusing to let him hear the way my breath hitched. But he knew. Of course he knew. He always did.
The bed came into view, and before I could brace myself, he dropped me onto the mattress. My body bounced, my tits jolting with the impact, nipples pebbling. His gaze raked over me, and I fought the urge to cover myself, to hide from that predatory stare.
“Fuck you,” I hissed, pushing up onto my elbows.
He smirked. “That’s the idea, sweetheart.”