Chapter 37 Her Curse (I)

• Camilla didn’t want it to feel like she was fucking a random stranger. That was why she insisted on Alek telling her at least one thing about herself. Why was that so hard? She didn’t ask him to give her his heart. She didn’t want it. And now, her stupid vagina had fucked her up, making her spill a long-term secret in such a short time. She thought he was different when he made her orgasm from only his fingers. At twenty-eight, she could count on one hand the number of times she had experienced an orgasm. It was her curse. A curse she wanted to break now Alek had touched her.
• The bathroom door opened, and Camilla clenched her eyes shut. The bed dipped and something wet touched her lips, dragging up to her nose. She shivered, keeping her eyes closed. The person chuckled.
• “Really? This is how you want to play?”