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Antonio

"Put that gun down, Camila," I warned. Damn it. She didn't understand the danger of holding a gun. I had forgotten that I had a gun holstered at my back. Such weapons are risky and require careful handling. Camila wasn't in her right state of mind; she had witnessed me shoot that man. Death was his price for daring to touch Camila. No one had the right to touch her. She was mine to look at and mine to touch, and it didn't matter who that person was—I would shoot anyone who dared to approach my possession.

Camila's voice brought me back to reality. "You want to destroy me. I might as well shoot myself and be freed from your tortures!" She yelled, turning the gun towards her forehead.

A hiss escaped my lips as I contemplated how to snatch the gun away. "I'm warning you, Camila. Put that gun down!" I said again, slowly advancing towards her. Camila moved to the other side, her hand shifting towards the trigger, making my body go rigid. She seemed determined, and if she pulled the trigger, it would be the end. I couldn't allow that to happen.

I scanned the room for anything I could use to divert her attention but found nothing. However, I was Antonio, and I shouldn't be pleading with her. I swallowed hard and took fast strides towards her, snatching the gun away and slipping it into my back pocket. A gasp escaped her when I pinned her hand behind her. "Are you stupid?" I growled.

"Do you know that one pull of the trigger would put you six feet under?" I yelled again, twisting her hand. She winced, and that spitfire in her eyes turned into a mix of fear and helplessness. Normally, this would have moved me, but it didn't. Instead, I felt angry. How dare she try to take her own life without my permission?

"Isn't that what you want?" Her vulnerable voice cut through the silence.

"What do you want me to do? My life has become complicated since you entered it. I can't seem to find the Camila in me. You took my life away—my job, my freedom. Why wouldn't I want to kill myself?" Her eyes welled up with tears, which immediately spilled over.

Something inside me twinged as I saw her eyes fill with nothing but pain. I found myself loosening my grip on her arms, and she broke free. Camila pushed back, running her hands through her hair. "There's no point in living a life where someone is dead inside. You've killed my heart, Antonio." I thought she wouldn't continue, but she did. I was still rooted to the spot.

"That man..." She trailed off, referring to the man I had shot. "He didn't do anything wrong. You killed him because he touched me, and now you want to punish me for touching him. What kind of person are you, Antonio?"

She had no right to ask me that. In the mafia world, we were bound to be heartless. We don't show mercy.

"Mind your tongue! He deserved to die, and you deserved to be punished for going against my words!" I hissed out.

A bitter chuckle escaped her. A painful one. I could see the pain in her eyes. I didn't care whether she was in pain. My rules were meant to be followed when I set them.

"You don't have a heart, Antonio." As the words slipped out of her mouth, it ignited a fire inside me. Rage. How dare she. The small spark of sympathy that had started to form inside me was replaced by fury. In a swift motion, I hauled her close to me, cupping her face with one hand.

"You don't know anything, so don't open your fucking mouth and tell me what to do. Your fake crocodile tears won't move me. You are here to pleasure me, and you will do exactly that," I said through gritted teeth.

"And that asshole deserved death for touching you. No one has the right to touch or pleasure you but me. You are married to me to satisfy me, and I will make sure that happens," I seethed, digging my nails into her cheeks.

I wanted to see the same mark I had imprinted on her neck earlier so that whenever she looked at herself in the mirror, she'd remember who she belonged to. Her next words rendered me speechless. "You will never get that from me. You will never get the pleasure." I found myself letting out a chuckle.

Her boldness always baffled me. The fear of me was dancing in her eyes, but she had a big mouth. And that big mouth was what would get her in trouble.

I hadn't planned to do anything with her tonight, but the way she had challenged me, I might as well show her who the master was. Show her who was in control of her life and body. "Is that so? Your big mouth will get you in trouble." I hushed out, pushing her harshly onto the bed.

I began by walking toward the door, locked it, then trekked to my safe and secured the gun inside. By the time I returned, Camila was at the edge of the bed, clutching the duvet tightly. I had to suppress my laughter at her action. How could someone harbor fear towards someone yet still defy them? Tonight, I was going to deal with that big mouth of hers.

I slipped off my belt in one go, discarding it on the floor. Camila's eyes slightly widened when I pulled off my pants, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. "Strip!" I ordered, my gaze fixed on her. I was going to lead, and she would follow my orders.

"If you don't strip out of that dress in the count of five seconds, I promise you, that gun will be back on your forehead," I threatened, which was just a bluff. I wasn't going to shoot her.

She slowly began reaching for her zipper, struggling to reach her back. A hiss escaped my lips, and I charged towards her, yanking her forward. I couldn't understand how she managed to wear such a tight dress. It had angered me when she walked into my casino with that dress, and how the horny men had looked at her. I should've turned the whole place upside down, but it was my business place; careful measures had to be taken.

I pulled down the zipper in one go, revealing Camila in her bra. My erection bulged instantly at the sight of her round breasts hidden beneath her pink bra. She would have looked even sexier if she had worn a red or black lacy bra instead. "You could've gone for a red or black bra," I admitted, caressing her shoulder. I slowly pulled down the hem of the bra, and it fell onto the bed.

Damn! My shaft grew even harder at the sight of her exposed round breasts. The need to take one of them into my mouth and suck the life out of it grew inside me. I was going to do that. But first, I needed to tease her, make her aroused, turn her on. "These pretty round breasts are mine to torture," I husked out as I pinched the tips of her nipples with my fingers. Camila let out a moan.

"Lay on your back," I ordered. She obeyed by slowly moving back and laying down. The way her nipples stood erect at attention ignited a primal desire in me. My eyes clouded with need. I'd be damned if I didn't have my way with her tonight.

I rolled her dress down her stomach and slid it off her body, tossing it onto the floor. Camila squirmed when I touched the hem of her panties. I briefly spared her a glance. Her hands were covering her breasts. "Put your hands by your sides. I want to see your nipples standing erect while I pleasure you down here," I hoarsely ordered, barely recognizing my own voice. I was trying hard to take things slow for now.

I couldn't help but smile when Camila dropped her hand down. She was finally behaving like a typical possession of Antonio's. I slowly pulled down her panties, revealing her wet pussy that eagerly greeted me. I wasted no time in slipping my fingers inside her, causing Camila to let out a moan and grip the covers tightly. This was just the beginning.

My shaft was as hard as a rock, begging for release. I rested both of her legs atop my shoulders before burying my head between her legs. I sucked on her pussy, allowing her juices to invade my taste buds.

Damn!

She tasted like honey mixed with sugar, a sweet combination. Camila gripped the covers tightly, arching her back in pleasure. I flicked my tongue over her clit, sucking the life out of it, while my shaft continued to get harder. I continued this for what felt like minutes before sliding her panties completely off her legs. I then dragged her body down, positioning her pussy beneath me while her face was directly fixed on mine. The helplessness I had seen in her face a few minutes ago had been replaced by something else – need. Or was it my own desires mirroring in her eyes?

"Did I turn you on?" I asked, trailing my fingers over her neckline. She didn't reply, but her parted lips told me everything. I had aroused her desires.

I stroked her left nipple, which stood erect, waiting to be devoured. Camila arched her back at the slightest touch, her lips parting even more. "This is how I want you to feel whenever I touch you," I murmured as I stroked it again, more like pinched it.

"Mmn..." Camila muffled out.

"Yes, moan for me, baby girl," I encouraged as I leaned forward and took the other nipple into my lips. I sucked on it slowly while continuing to stroke the other one. The mere action set my heart ablaze.

"Mmm..." Camila's moans grew louder, fueling my excitement. No woman could resist Antonio's pleasure.

"Do you still believe I can't get the pleasure out of you?" I bit down on her nipples, causing Camila to moan even louder.

"Please..." I heard her beg, and it almost made me stop in my tracks, but I continued. I wanted her to beg me to enter her, to pleasure her.

"Say it, baby girl. Tell me to fuck you," I whispered dangerously, but she remained silent. I shifted slightly to look at her face and found her already looking at me, desire clouding her eyes.

"Fuck!" I growled, crashing my lips onto hers. I was shocked when she didn't object; instead, she eagerly parted her lips, giving me access. Had she finally come back to her senses? I pressed my tongue into her mouth as we kissed with intense hunger. My demon was urging me to go faster and harder. Her lips tasted like peaches, invading my brain cells.

Camila left me even more speechless when she cupped my face and deepened the kiss. I pinned her body more firmly to the bed, my hand roaming all over her body once again. From her nipples, down to her tummy, and then stopping at her pussy. I slid my fingers inside her once again. "Mm..." This time, it was my moan.

I sucked on her lip as if my life depended on it, nibbling on the bottom one. I was about to move forward to tease her skin further when I felt something sharp against my neck, followed by a searing pain that engulfed me. Bile rose in my throat as I stared at Camila. Her lips curved up into a smile.

"You-" I tried to say, but before I could get the words out, my vision blurred, and the next thing I knew, I was collapsing onto her body, darkness consuming me.