CHAPTER 21

"Leave her alone," Zayden's voice was a low growl as he stepped into the room, his presence immediately altering the atmosphere. Cameilla stood frozen, her heart still racing while Harrison cold gaze shifted to Zayden, the amusement in his eyes fading.

"Zayden," Harrison said, a smile of mockery curling up at the corners of his lips. "Lover boy. You came?"

"Yes I did," Zayden replied, his posture unwavering as he strode toward Harrison. The two men stood toe-toe, a silent battle of dominance raging between them.

Harrison eyes him for along moment, before his smirk returned. "You really think you can dictate terms here? Get out, before I make you."

But Zayden didn't flinch. He didn't move.

After a few seconds, Harrison sighed, his shoulders dripping in resignation. "Fine. Take her and leave," he said with a dismissive wave, his eyes filled with annoyance. "But this isn't over yet. Camellia, you make a huge mistake tonight."

Zayden reached out and grasped Camellia's arm, his touch firm but gentle as he guided her away from Harrison’s cold grasp. She stumbled slightly, still in shock, but Zayden’s steady presence helped her regain her composure.

Without another word, Zayden led her out of the room, past the two men who had been ordered to search her, and out into the cool night air.

The drive to her apartment was silent, the hum of the engine was the only sound between them. Camellia stared out of the window, her mind swirling with the thoughts of relieve and fear.

She had been so close to losing everything, so close to falling into Harrison's trap. The weight of everything pressed down on her chest, and the tears that formed at the corners of her eyes started to drop.

Zayden glance at her, his gaze was soft as he noticed the pain etched on her face. The pulled the car over at her apartment, his hands hovering around the steering wheel as if he doesn't know how to start.

"Camellia...." his voice was quite almost unsure. "Are you okay?"

Cameilla didn't respond right away, the question was too simple for the turmoil inside her. Finally she looked at him, her voice barely above a whisper. "No....I'm not okay, Zayden. I thought...I could handle it, but it seems I can't. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."

Zayden's heart ached for her, he was supposed to be the one to put his emotions in check. But seeing her like this, so vulnerable, so broken—it pulled something inside him that he couldn’t ignore.

"You don't have to do this alone." He held hands softly, his gaze piercing into hers. "I'm here. Whatevers happens, I'm not going anywhere."

Camellia’s chest tightened as his words sank in, and she finally let the tears fall. She didn’t bother to hide them as they streamed down her face. She had fought so hard, for so long, and now the weight of everything seemed too much to bear. But Zayden was there, his presence a lifeline in the chaos.

Without thinking, she leaned towards him, her lips trembling slightly as she whispered. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Zayden's hand cupped her face, his thumb brushing away tears. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to fall away.

Then, as if drawn by any invincible force, their lips met. At first it was soft and tentative, but then it becomes intense, both tongues fighting for dominance.

Zayden’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as Camellia responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily. "I need you, Zayden," Cameilla whispered. "Please fuck. I need to feel something else other than this pain."

"I'm here for you. Always."

With that they stepped out of the car, Cameilla was shaking that Zayden had to carry all the way inside the apartment.

The moment the door slammed shut behind them, Zayden claimed her mouth in his. He kissed her as his life depended on it.

"I want to feel you inside me, Cam," he said, in a husky tone, breaking the kiss.

Camellia looked at him, her expression dazed.

"Would you?" He asked, unbuttoning his shirt.

She wasn't sure of what he meant but she muttered, "Yes."

Bryce tugged off his shirt, and moved over to Cameilla, stripping off her clothes as she remained in a matching lingerie.

His lingered on her body as heat rose to his cock. He carried her and dropped her the bed softly. He rolled down her panties and brought it close to his nose, sniffing it with his eyes closed.

"You smell like citrus, Cam," he growled.

Cameilla wasn't there. She already pushed two of her middle finger into herself. Zayden smiled. The sight of her finger-fucking herself was so erotic that his dick jerk.

He took off her bra, his mouth located her hard nipples as he bite on it gently and then began sucking on it in hard tugs. He took of her hands from her well shaved, and wet womanhood. He positioned his finger on her clit, teasing and circling it, before pushing his two middle fingers inside her.

"Ohhhh, yes," she moaned as she tried to raise her legs, but Zayden hold it down. He began fucking it his fingers deeper, his other hand squeezing her nipples.

"Yes...yes...there... Oh good," she screamed with her eyes closed. Zayden brought out his finger and licked the essence on it.

Cameilla looked at him dazed. She never expected him to do that.

Zayden smirked. "I told you, I want to feel you inside me," he reminded.

Without wasting time, he bent down and his face was buried between her thighs as his tongue trailed around her swollen and wet nub.

Camellia eyes closed in surrender as she cried louder, she was already very wet and her head was reeling from the pleasure.

Her knees shook and he grasped her leg to keep her in place.

He licked her, tasted her and sucked her until it was only his name that filled her mind. Every pain, every regrets and every disappointment vanished into thin air.

She exploded her cum in his mouth and he licked everything.

"Now, Cameilla," he glanced up at her. "It

's your turn to fuck me."