Phoebe's POV
I wasn't thrilled when I caught sight of myself. Thank god there wasn't a mirror in this tent—I couldn't bear to see my own reflection right now.
My body was covered in hickeys!
I shot Perry a furious glare, but he didn't show an ounce of guilt. That infuriating grin stretched across his face as he lounged on our makeshift bed.
"Looks good on you. I like it." He reached out and grabbed my waist, yanking me back toward the bed while I fought to escape his grip.
I wanted to grab my notes so I could write down exactly how annoying he was being, but he wouldn't let me. Timothy was right—I really did need my notes.
"No. I want to enjoy you all to myself." Perry was insatiable. Even after having me several times, he still wasn't satisfied. He wanted more.
I furrowed my brows and gave him my sternest look.
"Don't give me that look—you'll only tempt me more." Perry began licking my neck, his hand sliding down to my dress and hiking it up to my stomach.
