I couldn’t help myself.
Listening to her talk about her passion to help disadvantaged kids struck a cord close to my heart. She’s absolutely perfect, in every way. Far, far too perfect for a monster like me. But I’m in too deep now. And nothing is going to stop me from claiming her as mine tonight. Even if it’s just this once.
On the drive back to the penthouse, anticipation sizzles in the air. After devouring her pussy in the passenger seat, my cock has not gone back down. It fucking hurts. Being near her is a constant hard on.
Now, I’m not just getting turned on by her looks or sassiness, but by her dreams, desires, and intelligence. It’s fucking dangerous. Keeping my eyes on the road, I can’t risk catching a glimpse. I’m not sure my cock can take it.
Just a few minutes drive feels like a lifetime. I open the passenger door for her as she slips out of the car, grabbing her by the waist to lift her down. The car emphasizes how petite she is. My fingers are almost touching around her ribcage.
Placing my hand back to its favorite place – her lower back – I guide her into the lift. It’s fucking freezing; plumes of vapor come from my mouth as I breathe. I left my jacket at the club in my haste to get her back here. She must be freezing in that short figure-hugging number she has on.
I move my hand from her back and wrap an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into my side, hoping that will warm her up. I can feel her shivering against me. Either from the cold or from my touch.
I hit the button for the 86th floor, and the realization hits me of her fear of elevators. From the corner of my eye, I catch her twiddling her thumbs, her clear tell of anxiety. There’s no one else in here, and I have the perfect distraction tactic.
My hands find her waist and I hoist her up to rest her ass on the gold metal railing that runs along the walls… Spreading her legs with my body, I step in towards her and she wraps them around my back. Her bare pussy rubs against the zip of my trousers.
Jesus Christ, this woman.
I start peppering kisses along her slender collarbones and up her neck. She hums in approval, and I watch as her eyes close and her head tilts back slightly. She is breathtaking.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Sienna,” I rasp between kisses, inching closer and closer to her lips. Cupping her jaw with my hand, I bring my lips down to hers. This kiss is unlike the desperation and desire earlier. This is intimate, our lips caressing each other. I have never experienced a moment like this in my life.
She moans with satisfaction into my mouth as I part hers with my tongue and enter. The sweet taste of her is still on my tongue, from in the car. She tightens the grip of her legs around my body as best she can. Her legs barely reach around my frame.
I take that as an invitation to deepen the kiss. I press my chest up against hers, my free hand moving up to cup her ass and continue to explore her mouth.
A ding of the door opening breaks us apart. I lift her off the railings with both hands under her ass, keeping her legs tightly snaked around me, and walk us into the apartment.
“See, elevators don’t have to be scary,” I tease.
Hmmm, where do I want to fuck her first? I plan on nearly every surface.
The first available space I see is the kitchen island. Something Sienna doesn’t know is that I have never had the company of a woman in this penthouse. This is my personal space, my solace. I’ve never wanted to bring a woman here.
Until now.
I place Sienna’s feet on the ground and spin her around to face the kitchen island.
Dark, intricate fine line work spirals down her spine. The tattoo clearly goes lower than the dress. Fuck, I need to see the rest.
Slowly unzipping the dress, I inch it down, exposing more of the artwork that laces along her pale skin, all the way down to the dimples at the base of her spine. The dress pools around her feet on the floor, leaving her completely naked in front of me, her perfect, round ass taunting me. Dipping my head to the back of her neck, I lick all the way down the tattoo, her chest falling up and down as I do. She is so responsive to me, almost as if she’s made for me.
A moan escapes her lips as I reach the base of her tattoo, then drop to my knees on the hard marble flooring. I take both cheeks in my hand and I bite down hard, causing her to jerk forward. Red primal teeth marks tainting her skin stare back at me, and pride rushes through my chest.
“Fuck,” she grits out as she bends herself further over the counter, clear liquid dripping down the inside of her thigh. Fuck, she’s dripping for me.
Not wasting any time, I rip off my shirt and unzip my trousers, finally freeing my cock. Fuck that feels better. I grab the base of my cock and give it a couple of tugs; habit, I guess. My cock has never been more ready to go than right this second.
Her pussy is glistening. I quickly dart my tongue out to lap up some of the juices. I can’t help myself; she is delicious. I stand up and grab her ass to line up my cock with her entrance, slowly rubbing against her slit, covering myself in her wetness.
“Baby, are you ready?”
Turning her head slightly to face me, she takes a quick breath. “Fuck me, Keller,” she rasps as she wiggles her hips. That’s all the invitation I need. I sink into her tight pussy slowly, inch by inch, letting her adjust to my size.
“Fuccccck. Oh my God, Keller,”
I’m barely able to form words. “Your pussy takes me so well,” I grit out, looking down at our bodies joining. “It looks fucking perfect holding my cock.”
My greedy girl inches her ass backward taking the rest of me, shouting out as she does. Pleasure soars through my body. We’ve barely even started and I’m so close. Her walls are pulsating against my cock, wetting it in her slick juices.
Shit, shit shit shit.
When I grab her ass to stop her from moving any further back, she flings her head around to look back at me over her shoulder, the annoyance in her eyes shooting me daggers.
“Sienna, I didn’t use a condom.” Even I can hear the hint of panic in my voice. “I’m clean. Are you on the pill?” Like fuck do I want to tie her down with having a kid with me.
“Yes it’s fine Kel, I’m clean too. Just don’t stop,” she grunts.
My body sags in relief. Thank fuck.
I finally thrust in the rest of my cock and she screams out my name. Grabbing onto her ass, I slam in and out, my knuckles turning white. Shit that might leave a mark. But the pure thought of leaving marks for her to see when I’m gone makes me possessive and want to fuck her raw.
I won’t fucking last long like this, with her pussy taking me for everything I have. Her legs start to shake so I quickly flip her over onto her ass. Her eyes are full of desire as she grins at me, and that smile pierces me, straight through my black heart.
I pull her back down onto my cock as she uses her arms to hold herself up on the counter, bouncing up and down, her tits matching the movement, just begging to be touched.
Unable to resist, I bend my head down, take one of the rosy buds in my mouth and suck, still thrusting in and out. Her legs start to tremble around me.
Lifting her head, she brings her hooded gaze to me. “Keller, I’m so close.”
“You don’t get to come until I tell you, Princess.”
Gritting my teeth I up the tempo. Our bodies slam together, beads of sweat delicately slip down her forehead.
“Keller, I can’t.”
“Yes. You. Can.” I grunt out between thrusts.
Furrowing her brows, concentration etched across her features, she arches and throws her head back. Bending in, I grip her throat. “Good Girl,” I whisper against her delicious neck as her pulse hammers against my palm. I squeeze my hand slightly tighter which only spurs her on more. I groan at the sight before me. I’m right on the edge of my own release, every muscle in my body tight. I yank her head towards me and thrash my lips over hers.
“You can come now, Gorgeous.”
Tipping her head back, she revels in her orgasm, her whole body quaking, sending me straight over the edge. I join her, tipping my head back as pleasure rips through me. Her walls pulsate against my cock as I spill my seed into her.
“Fuucck!” I sound feral. Her screams are ringing in my ears over the blood thumping.
Our breathing is heavy yet in sync while I bring my sweaty forehead down to hers and we stay there, my cock still twitching inside her.
While tracing my thumb across her flushed cheek, she gives me a sweet smile. Her hair is wild, and her make up, starting to smear, yet she still looks perfect.
“Jesus Keller, that was something else. I can’t even feel my legs.”
I’m not wanting to delve into the emotions swirling around in my chest. But seeing her like this, exposed and freshly fucked, stirs up feelings inside me I don’t recognize. I don’t want her to go home. I don’t want this to be the last time I sink my cock inside her perfect pussy.
Exactly what I’m afraid of, is happening. I’m craving her, I’m fucking hooked. Line and sinker.
Shit. This wasn’t part of my plan.
“Do you want to know a secret?” she asks, resting her head into the crease of my neck.
“Go on.”
“You’re officially the first man to ever make me come twice in the same day.”
Pride fills my chest. I shouldn’t give a shit, but knowing that made me want to delve in and see what number we can get up to. At the same time, part of me is angry that any other man got to experience her before me.
“How many do you think you’ve got left in you tonight, Baby?” I tease, hoping and praying it’s a high number. I’m not a religious man, but watch me drop to my knees and pray for this.
Have I ever been interested in fucking a woman more than once in a night? Not particularly. Sienna is different. I have an all-consuming need to take care of her. I want to protect her when it’s me she needs protecting from.
I watch her sigh, I think I actually feel it.
“Keller, I really don’t think it’s possible. I think my body is just broken. I’ve never been able to.”
Well, that’s a challenge if ever I’ve heard one.
“Baby, that’s because you’ve never been with a real man.”
With that, I lift her off the counter and stride down the hall toward my bedroom.
Never has a woman been in this bed. This place is my sanctuary. I don’t let people in. Yet here she is, her hair sprawled out over my bed, laid bare, just waiting for me. I give her a quick kiss and turn around to the en-suite.
“Hey, where are you going?” she shouts behind me.
“You’ll see. Don’t you dare move.”
I have a freestanding gold bath. It’s the centerpiece of the room surrounded with floor to ceiling windows. My favorite part of the entire penthouse. There’s nothing like watching the world go by as you relax your muscles, immersed in the bathtub. The room lit up purely by the stunning New York skyline.
I’ve never thought of it as a sexy setting before. The thought of getting Sienna in here has my cock standing to attention.
Turning on the warm water, I rummage through the cabinets. Surely I have something sweet smelling like her to put in there. Coconut and vanilla sounds sickly. Somehow though, I imagine, it laced on her soft skin it will be a heavenly combination.
The shimmering moonlight falls through the windows directly on Sienna, sprawled out across my bed. Her body glistens and her curves are highlighted perfectly. Running a hand through my hair, I let out a breath. Fuck I’m in trouble.
Every time I look at her, my heart does this weird jumpy thing. My heart isn’t supposed to do these things. Shit, maybe I’m ill. It’s almost the same feeling I get before I step into the ring, pure adrenaline, and excitement laced together.
I stalk over to the bed. Her eyes never leave mine. I can see the amusement and desire written all over her face as she gives me a sexy smile, catching her lips between her teeth. Without saying a word, I bend to her and pick her up – she’s light as a feather to me – and walk us back into the bathroom. Her breath hitches at the sight. I get it, I never get sick of this view.
“Keller, this is so beautiful,” she says through a smile, her eyes zoning straight in on the bath, which is now almost now overflowing with bubbles.
I gently submerge her into the bath, and she lets out a little moan as the water surrounds her. The bubbles dance across her silky skin. A view I’ll have burned into my brain for the rest of my life. Her head leaning back on the side, her hair draping over the edge of the tub, she purrs to me while swishing water through her fingertips.
“Are you coming in?”
Crouching down, I bring my head to the same level as hers. She opens her eyes, those piercing blues dagger into me, stealing my breath, as she searches my face. Too stunned to speak, emotions swirling in the air, I do what I know best and lean in, bringing my lips to hers, raking my hands through her soft hair. Her manicured finger traces down my chest, down to my abs, and back up. If that isn’t the most erotic feeling I’ve ever felt, I don’t know what is.
My cock is pulsing, and not being able to wait any longer, I jump into the bath. Water spills over the sides as I do. I barely fit in the bath on my own, let alone with another. Lacing my fingers through hers, I pull her towards me so she can come and straddle my lap.
As soon as her pussy connects to my lap, she lifts slightly, positioning the head at her entrance, fire burning in her eyes.
“Fuck, Baby,” I groan, dragging her head to mine, searching for her lips as my cock slides into her. I need as much contact as I can have with this woman; just even fucking her isn’t enough.
I want more. I want it all.
She sinks onto my cock and that’s it, the tiny thread of self-restraint I have flies out the window.
“Ride me, Princess. Take what you want from me,” I grit out.
Her hips rock forward and back, and fire dances through me. I grip her ass as tight as I can, needing to center myself. Her nipples taunt me, her tits bounce up and down as she grinds on me, her eyes burn into mine.
Water sprays out of the bath, slapping against our skin. Only the moonlight and glistening specks from the skyline light up the room.
I take over the pace as I chase my release, using my grip on her ass to pound into her. Her hands cup my cheeks as she gives me a sexy smile before claiming mine for a ferocious kiss. Her tongue explores my mouth as I struggle to hold in a moan. I’m losing it. Together, we are unstoppable.
Like a match being lit, a fire burns between us.
An orgasm aggressively rips through me. “Now Baby,” I pant.
That sets her over the edge. My perfect goddess, coming along with me, writhing above me, riding out her third orgasm of the evening.
Fucking perfect.
A perfect, that’s not mine to keep. No matter how much I want to.
Three more rounds later, we are well and truly spent. I had no intention of letting Sienna go back to her apartment tonight. So now she’s curled up in the fetal position, tucked neatly into my side, laying on my arm. Her even breathing indicates she’s fast asleep.
Another first, a fucking sleepover.
Her laying next to me, her sweet peachy scent wafting up my nose, brings sudden calm. Usually, I sleep a couple of hours max. My brain is usually a whirlwind of chaos, the chattering so loud I can’t switch it off. Tonight, my brain is silent.
In fact, it’s so silent I can hear a phone constantly buzzing in the other room. Mine is always on loud. I can’t miss one of Luca’s demanding calls. It must be Sienna’s. No doubt one of her friends checking in on her. Sienna doesn’t strike me as someone who wouldn’t let her blonde friend, Maddie, I think, know she was leaving.
The buzzing piquing my interest, I gently slide my arm from underneath the sleeping goddess’s head and slip out of bed, padding into the lounge. More than anything I need to silence this fucking phone; it’s doing my head in.
Her phone illuminates on the counter, an unknown caller flashing on the screen. I check the time on the cooker-
2 am. Who the fuck would be calling her off an unknown at this time?
The buzzing stops, thank God. Her home screen displays an onslaught of messages.
I scroll through skimming the texts.
UNKNOWN
Answer your fucking phone you whore.
UNKNOWN
I fucking told you I was sorry, ANSWER or you’ll regret it.
UNKNOWN
You won’t be so tough when you haven’t got the new man you’re whoring yourself out to, to pick you up like the pathetic bitch you are.
UNKNOWN
I bet he’s enjoying the boring sex.
UNKNOWN
SLUT
The more I scroll the more my blood boils. I’m clutching the phone, willing myself not to shatter it into a thousand pieces.
The phone vibrates in my hand. I smirk.
I answer on the first ring.
“I know you couldn’t fucking resist me, Sienna. Stop fucking around and get over yourself.”
I clear my throat. “Jamie, I take it.”
Silence.
His heavy breathing is the only response.
“Jamie, you are going to listen to me very fucking carefully. If you contact Sienna again, I will hunt you down and cut off each of your fingers so you won’t be able to use a fucking phone again. Three warnings are quite enough. You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
A few seconds pass.
“Look, mate.”
“I’m not your fucking mate,” I growl, cutting him off.
“Whatever, look. You don’t know Sienna. We are meant to be getting married. I need her back and I won’t stop until she’s back where she belongs. I’m not scared of you. If she won’t come willingly, I’ll just fucking take her. ”
“Do not fuck with what is mine, Jamie. I will burn down the earth to protect her. You have no fucking idea. You so much as threaten her again, I’ll hunt you down myself.” I spit out, blood hammering in my ears.
He really has no idea.
Fucking ending Jamie would just be another one on the long list.
“Yeah, we will see,” he muses, as he cuts off the phone.
Slamming the phone on the counter, I’m surprised nothing smashes.
I feel her presence without even turning around. She’s leaning against the entrance to the kitchen, sporting one of my Kings Gym training tops that hangs off her like a dress, with freshly fucked hair and glowing skin.
Her eager eyes assess me.
“What was that about?” she says, stifling a yawn.
She pads her way over to me slowly. I imagine I look as murderous as I feel. Yet she comes to me anyway wrapping her dainty arms around my humongous frame.
“Baby, look. I don’t want to scare you, but something needs to be done about your ex. That was him threatening to force you back to him. Something’s off. I’m starting to sense there is more to his desperation. Even my threats don’t seem to faze him.” I explain, trying to keep my tone calm when deep down inside, I want to unleash the monster and go rip his head off his shoulders.
Sienna tenses against my chest and tries to hide her face away from me. That just ignites the fire inside of me even more.
“Tell me what’s going on, Baby.” I mask the rage burning inside as I gently stroke her hair, willing her to open up to me.
She sighs into my chest.
“It’s ok, just talk to me.”
“Don’t worry about me, Keller. You already have a lot on your plate, by the looks of it. You don’t need to be fighting battles for a one-night stand.”
My jaw ticks at her response, at the reminder we agreed to one night. What a shit idea that was.
She starts placing soft kisses on my tense jaw, clearly attempting to avoid the conversation.
“No, we both know that’s a bullshit answer. Please, just talk to me. I need to know, Baby.”
Her eyes go wide as I move my head away to stop her attempts to kiss her way out of this. Hurt flashes across her face, followed by a single tear, and her eyes dart to the floor.
“He’s scaring me now, Keller. I caught him cheating on me a few weeks ago. I ran out and never looked back, but since then he’s pretty much started stalking me. Texting, phoning, sending hundreds of flowers to the apartment. He has a drug problem I found out about, which could explain the split personality. I never thought he’d physically hurt me, but look how wrong I was.”
She’s sobbing as she speaks the words, just managing to force them out, her hands grabbing the faded marks still visible on her arms.
That reminder just makes me want to kill him, slowly and painfully.
I reach out and cup either side of her head, making her look at me. I mean, really look at me.
“Sienna, I swear I won’t let anything happen to you. Let me do some digging. I have some, let’s just say, connections, that might be able to help.”
She sighs into my hand.
“I don’t know, Keller. I’m not used to this. I don’t want to be a damsel in distress. I’ve managed to look after myself just fine my whole life.”
“I get that, Princess, but I’m here now. I can take care of you. I want to take care of you. No one is ever going to hurt you again, I swear.” Leaning in, I lick the tear away, the salty liquid burning on my tongue.
“Baby, I fight for a living.” That’s all she needs to know; she doesn’t need to be witness to the true darkness that hides behind the mask. “Sorting Jamie won’t cause me an issue. I promise.”
In fact, I’ll get great pleasure in watching the fear dance in his eyes as I torture him. I can’t fucking wait.
Something tells me I need to assess before I act, drug problem or not. It’s unusual for a corporate lawyer to start behaving so deranged over a woman. One he clearly didn’t care about as he stuck his dick into someone else. Fucking idiot.
Grabbing Sienna’s hand, I pull her back down the hall into bed, lifting her side of the duvet as she tucks herself in. She pats my side, inviting me. I chuckle at her. Fuck this woman is something else. She belongs here. Scooting up next to her in bed, she turns her back to me and pushes back against me, her ass rubbing against my dick, which immediately stands to attention.
Great, now I’m going to bed with a hard on.
Feeling her breathing start to even, I press a light kiss to the exposed skin on her neck. “Night Baby,” I whisper. And for the first time that I can remember, I drift off into an easy sleep, no demons to fight tonight.
