Chapter 277

Prescott Ellington kissed her with the same overwhelming force he always had—strong, dominant, giving Camila Harrington zero room to breathe. Camila fought against him with everything she had. She was terrified that if this kept going, her heart might just betray her all over again. Her struggling clearly pushed Prescott over the edge. Was this stupid woman really that desperate to run from him? Did she seriously not feel anything for him anymore? No memories, no longing? His face darkened as he bent one knee on the seat, pinning her down. Ignoring her protests, he captured her lips again, firm and possessive. His breath was heavy, full of raw desire. He was like a lion on the edge, and she—his prey, trapped and helpless. Camila’s resistance started to weaken. That familiar feeling spread through her body, too strong to fight off. Her breath hitched, her limbs softening as her heart raced like crazy. She slumped back into the seat, dazed and lost in the moment. Prescott noticed. Her re