Chapter 296

"Sullivan, what are you doing? Let me go first." Camila Harrington struggled instinctively, trying to pull herself out of his embrace, but Sullivan Fletcher only held her tighter. His long fingers gripped with unwavering strength. Those calm and composed black eyes of his now carried something darker, more intense. "Camila," he murmured, deep and husky, no longer bothering to hide the way he felt about her. Her back stiffened instantly. His breath, warm and laced with a faint scent of tobacco, wrapped around her—foreign, unfamiliar. Sullivan had always been the kind of man who kept himself in check. Even though he had feelings for her, he’d never crossed any lines, always polite and gentlemanly. But now, everything was different. He was suddenly so close, so overwhelming, the pressure in the air practically burning. It was in that moment Camila finally realized how much effort he’d put into holding everything back. That dominant side of him—he’d buried it deep this whole time. Camila f