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The delicious feeling of him inside me is still sending waves of pleasure.

“That’s the kind of fear you want your enemy to feel,” he whispers, pulling the gun out and clicking the safety back on.

I release a breath, panting as if breathing oxygen for the first time. He places the gun into my hand, weaving my finger through the trigger, then placing the end of the barrel onto his heart, his hands cradling mine. His hips stop moving, and my pussy pulses around him.

“Look at me. I told you, you don’t have to fear me. If I ever hurt you, you’d have to put a bullet through my heart.”

I swallow through the dryness in my throat. “Okay,” I breathe out.

He tosses the gun to the side and resumes thrusting his hips into me. Wet sounds of us fill the room, and there’s less friction than before, my ass sliding on the desk from the amount of wetness dripping from me.

“Feel how wet your tight little cunt is from the gun that took many?” he pants.

I moan as my hand flies down to my clit. I add pressure and rub small circles.

“That’s it, baby. Keep going,” Xander pants.

I pick up pace, and so does he, my body writhing beneath him as pressure quickly builds again. My walls slowly tighten around him. “Xander, I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, Camila. Scream my fucking name. Show this entire building who owns you and all your fears.”

That’s enough to push me over the edge. I cry out his name, my pussy clenching around him. My stomach contracts, and my eyes see stars as release bursts through me.

Xander doesn’t relent; tingles spread through me as my orgasm drags out. His thrusts grow sloppier, sexy grunts forming in his throat.

“On your knees,” he grits.

I scramble off the desk on weak legs as he pulls the belt and guides me onto the floor. His hand moves up and down his cock, and without prompt, I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out.

“You want my cum?”

I nod, looking directly at him.

He grunts as he releases onto my tongue, the salty taste spreading over my taste buds.

“Good little Angel,” he praises, grabbing my chin in his hand and closing it. “Now swallow me.”

I let the warm liquid glide down my throat as he watches me with dilated pupils. His abs contract with his breathing, his fingers gripping my chin possessively.

“Never forget who owns you.”

Chapter 37

Camila

Xander pulls me up into his arms, gently stroking the length of my hair as I press my ear to his chest, listening to the still-rapid rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I mean it, Angel. You don’t have anything to fear.”

I look up at him, taking in the way his face glows in the dim light, how his eyes are always studying mine.

I pull my eyebrows in. “What’s your favourite colour?”

“I don’t have one,” he answers quickly. Too quickly.

Pulling away, he pulls the straps of my dress back up to my shoulders and uses his fingers to tidy up the knots in my hair.

“I have something to show you.”