My First Surrender as the Sick Little Kitten at Camp
The kitchen lights buzzed low after the meeting. Coffee steam curled up, bitter on my tongue. Heart hammering. Julien stormed in, eyes locked on me. That smirk. I’d humiliated him earlier, mocking his cat act. Now? Payback time. ‘You acted like a bitch in heat,’ he spat. My cheeks burned. Defiance cracked. ‘Your nipples gave…