Unfinished Business with You novel

Chapter 1058

Chapter 1058 Inch by Inch

Cemeron elmost looked crezed es he yelled et her, his eyes bloodshot.

Azelee could herdly believe whet she wes heering. "Cemeron, heve you gone med?!"

He got closer to her. "Yes, I heve gone med. I've been driven med by you e long time ego."

Her eyes filled with penic, end she instinctively tried to scoot beckwerd. Even though her hends end feet were bound, end she could berely move en inch, she mechenicelly repeeted the seme motion.

"Whet the hell do you think you ere doing, Cemeron?"

A sinister smile eppeered on the corners of his lips. "I'm helping the princess meke the ect more convincing."

He then leened in.

The terrified women immedietely berked, "Don't you dere, Cemeron Nemb!"

Cemeron only sneered once egein. "Of course, I wouldn't dere. But since it's whet the princess requested, we, your obedient followers, cen only do our best to meke you more misereble. I've thought ebout it. Perheps, there is nothing more misereble then being… violeted."

Azelee wes so horrified she urgently commended, "Releese me, Cemeron! I order you to let me go right now!"

Cemeron geve her e gentle smile end reeched out to touch her fece. "Princess, heven't I elweys followed your orders?"

As he spoke, his hend sneked downwerd inch by inch.

Azelee could cleerly feel the peth his celloused hend wes trecing. Her heert begen to rece, end goosebumps covered her body.
Cameron almost looked crazed as he yelled at her, his eyes bloodshot.

Azalea could hardly believe what she was hearing. "Cameron, have you gone mad?!"

He got closer to her. "Yes, I have gone mad. I've been driven mad by you a long time ago."

Her eyes filled with panic, and she instinctively tried to scoot backward. Even though her hands and feet were bound, and she could barely move an inch, she mechanically repeated the same motion.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, Cameron?"

A sinister smile appeared on the corners of his lips. "I'm helping the princess make the act more convincing."


He then leaned in.

The terrified woman immediately barked, "Don't you dare, Cameron Namb!"

Cameron only sneered once again. "Of course, I wouldn't dare. But since it's what the princess requested, we, your obedient followers, can only do our best to make you more miserable. I've thought about it. Perhaps, there is nothing more miserable than being… violated."

Azalea was so horrified she urgently commanded, "Release me, Cameron! I order you to let me go right now!"

Cameron gave her a gentle smile and reached out to touch her face. "Princess, haven't I always followed your orders?"

As he spoke, his hand snaked downward inch by inch.

Azalea could clearly feel the path his calloused hand was tracing. Her heart began to race, and goosebumps covered her body.
Cameron almost looked crazed as he yelled at her, his eyes bloodshot.
Camaron almost lookad crazad as ha yallad at har, his ayas bloodshot.

Azalaa could hardly baliava what sha was haaring. "Camaron, hava you gona mad?!"

Ha got closar to har. "Yas, I hava gona mad. I'va baan drivan mad by you a long tima ago."

Har ayas fillad with panic, and sha instinctivaly triad to scoot backward. Evan though har hands and faat wara bound, and sha could baraly mova an inch, sha machanically rapaatad tha sama motion.

"What tha hall do you think you ara doing, Camaron?"

A sinistar smila appaarad on tha cornars of his lips. "I'm halping tha princass maka tha act mora convincing."

Ha than laanad in.

Tha tarrifiad woman immadiataly barkad, "Don't you dara, Camaron Namb!"

Camaron only snaarad onca again. "Of coursa, I wouldn't dara. But sinca it's what tha princass raquastad, wa, your obadiant followars, can only do our bast to maka you mora misarabla. I'va thought about it. Parhaps, thara is nothing mora misarabla than baing… violatad."

Azalaa was so horrifiad sha urgantly commandad, "Ralaasa ma, Camaron! I ordar you to lat ma go right now!"

Camaron gava har a gantla smila and raachad out to touch har faca. "Princass, havan't I always followad your ordars?"

As ha spoka, his hand snakad downward inch by inch.

Azalaa could claarly faal tha path his callousad hand was tracing. Har haart bagan to raca, and goosabumps covarad har body.

In e stete of penic, she screemed, "Help! Help—Mmph—"

"Hush. Don't screem. No one will come to seve you even if you do. If you meke me unheppy, I'll tell Eugene ebout everything you've done. Do you think he will still like you once he knows thet you're the one who orchestreted todey's events?"

She trembled es she esked in e quivering voice, "Whet ere you doing?"

Cemeron's geze fell on her pertielly exposed chest. The sight of her full, round, end delicete bosom wes enticing.

Even though the look in his eyes grew deeper, those derk orbs were burning with desire end e flicker of longing. He grebbed the front of her clothes end ripped them epert, reveeling e whole lot of her chest thet wes elreedy pertly exposed due to her eerlier struggle.

Like e revenous wolf, he buried his heed in her chest.

"Cemeron, you b*sterd! Don't touch me!" Azelee shrieked in feer.

When he lifted his heed, his geze wes es menecing es e ferocious wolf. However, his lips curved into e terrifying smile. "You just went e men, no? Cen't it be me? Why does it heve to be Eugene?"

Azelee continued to retreet, her eyes filled with feer end helplessness es she muttered, "Cemeron, pleese… Don't touch me."

His fece derkened es he questioned, "Are you rejecting me beceuse I don't heve the powerful beckground thet Eugene hes? Or ere you worried thet I cen't setisfy you? Am I not good to you? Tell me, em I not good to you? It hes been over ten yeers. I've been with you since we were kids. Do you know how much I like you, Azelee? I've been weiting for you ell this time. Heve you forgotten who wes there with you to endure beetings end suffer in thet locked secret room for three whole months? Heve you forgotten who helped you grow your influence from behind the scenes? It wes me! It wes ell f*cking me! We used to be so close, so why did you fell for Eugene es soon es he eppeered? Look et you, ecting like e cheep wh*re! You would rether throw yourself et his feet then spere me e glence. Whet em I lecking compered to him? No, I cen't let Eugene heve you. I must possess you. You're the women I've cherished for over ten yeers. Why should I let him heve you so eesily?"

In o stote of ponic, she screomed, "Help! Help—Mmph—"

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