by Pamela Ann
Oh. Hell. No.
I stood on his bed, looking like a spit-fire full of anger. “Have you fucking lost it Blake?! You can’t just barge in my room like a raging maniac while I’m sleeping! You scared the shit out of me!”
“It wouldn’t have happened this way if you stuck to what you promised! You like goading me mental, do you not?!”
He strode to next to the bed and swiftly pulled my body down on the bed. He was hovering on top of me looking like a savage beast—a very hungry beast. His hand closed over the small thin strapped-lace and the bodice connected on my flimsy camisole and wrenched it apart with a growl.
Oh my.
22
Blake
My hand closed over the small thin strapped-lace and the bodice connected on Sienna’s sexy flimsy camisole and wrenched it apart with a growl. Her gorgeous breasts jutted out and my mouth salivated at those perfect dusty pink-tipped mounds.
I was already on edge when I saw her with Clive earlier. I saw how my cousin looked at her. I felt a sliver of suspicion that she had something going on with him—they did look cozy and familiar when they got back from that long bloody stroll. My cousin’s a notorious womanizer and this wouldn’t be the first time he went after women I shagged before.
When she didn’t show up in my bedroom, the suspicion went into red-hot rabid jealousy. I was almost convinced she was in Clive’s bedroom, indulging him with all the luscious delights of her body. But when I found her sleeping in her bed, I couldn’t control myself. I went into a full bodied Neanderthal.
I was uncontrollable, primitive and drugged with a maddening desire to have her, to possess her as my mine…and mine alone.
My hands pulled her shorts down in a heartbeat. I parted her legs, whisked a finger on her pussy and found it drenched. Sienna looked unbidden and ready to be ravished.
My eyes misted with an obsessive need to be joined with her.
I hurriedly tugged the strings on my pants and rammed my throbbing cock inside her saturated pussy. An animalistic sound came from my throat when her pussy wrapped around my cock beautifully, perfectly.
Without withdrawing from her, I pulled her legs and anchored her heels over my shoulders. The position allowed me to fully access her. I started to rock my hips, sliding in and out of her. Each time the tip of my shaft hit her cervix she groaned.
Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. She kept biting her bottom lip, trying to hold her moans down. But I want to see her unhinged and frenzied.
I pulled out of her and flipped her on all fours. The sight of her toned sexy arse seriously took my breath away. “You’re so fucking sexy, Sienna,” I whispered against her supple ass cheek and bit it. She yelped and grunted. I smirked knowing how crazy she could get. I want that woman to come out and play tonight.
Nudging her arse a little forward, I licked her cleft and darted my tongue inside her folds in circular motions. She was moaning my name. I exalted in her moans especially when it’s my name she moans. My hot tongue snaked its way on the bridge of her pussy to her behind. My tongue toyed with her anal entrance as I slid a finger inside her pussy. In less than a minute, she was screaming my name. Even better…I love her like this, I thought carnally. I spanked her ass cheeks hard and she went berserk. “You want more, Sienna?” I spoke against her anal entrance.
“Mmmm….yes….I want….” she gasped for air and grunted again as I went back to finger fucking her, snaking my tongue up and down her clit, all the way back to her ass. “Ah, ahhhh—damn it, Blake! Fuck—”
I pulled my finger out and started kissing her ass and trailed it all the way upwards. When I reached her neck, I moved her hair and kissed her neck.
“Beg for it,” I ordered.
She shook her head. “NO.”
I laughed at her adamant refusal. “Playing hard to get tonight, my sweet?”
“You don’t deserve me begging for sex after what you did tonight, Blake.”
I positioned my cock over her dripping cunt and grinded it lasciviously. Sienna started to gasp for air, panting like a woman in heat. I murmured against her ear, “it’s so close—are you sure you don’t want to beg?”
She shook her head in response.
I cupped her soft breast, kneaded it and bit into the spot where her shoulder and neck meet. She moaned loudly and I felt a spurt of wetness on my cock. “Please—”
“Please what Sienna?”
“I’m begging. I’m begging for you to take me like a feral animal—for you to dominate me, mark me and feast on my body.”
With a quick thrust, my cock jammed inside her. “Bloody fuck! You’re so fucking perfect!”
I stabbed my thumb inside her anus and she became shameless. My shameless wanton woman, who was screaming and panting loudly with each thrust of my rock-hard cock.
I gathered her long hair and tugged on it as I fucked her cunt like it’s my only salvation. To a certain extent it was—I needed to possess her mind, her body, her heart.
“Tell me you love me!”
Her hands were gripping the sheets and moaned. The force of my cock driving inside her was hard and punishing. Her dripping cunt loved each thrust. “I love you!” she whispered in panting breaths.
“Louder!” I bellowed in her delicate ear.
“God! Seriously! I fucking love you, Blake. I love you. I LOVE YOU!” she shrieked.
My heart swelled each time she tells me she loved me. I can’t get enough of it. “Bout bloody time you do!”
Twisting her hair I pulled harder and hammered her tight wet pussy a few more times and we came apart together. I pumped my twitching cock a few times as I unloaded my semen inside her. The man in me rejoiced every single time I came inside her womb. The only woman I had without a condom on and she’s worth it.
I collapsed on her back and rolled us onto our sides. She pulled off of me and turned around with only inches away from my face. She lowered her lips and kissed me ever so gently. “I love you,” she murmured as she looked into my eyes. Without voicing my answer, I kissed her back.
I cannot expose myself when I didn’t deem her worthy. She has a long way to go because things between us aren’t that simple anymore.
The trust is gone. My faith in her has completely vanished.
Given all those essential and relevant facts, a wise man would’ve walked away and thanked his bloody stars for giving him some sense. But not I. The need to have her in my bed and in my life again—even for a short span of time—was enough enticement for me to become foolish and illogical.
The main objective is to leave unscathed after a month with her.
She sighed and tucked herself next to me. I waited and made sure she was fast asleep before I unlatched my arm around her waist.
I rolled over to my side of the bed and as far away from her as the bed allowed.
23
Sienna
My small body was thrown in the dark murky ocean. Once I resurfaced, my lungs were heaving, gulping for air. My shaky hands were trying help me stay afloat but something tugged my foot and forcefully yanked me down in the depths of the dark ocean.
The ocean was so dark, I couldn’t see a thing. I tried to fight but my small body can only do so much. The grip on my foot was so strong it was hard to fight against it. So, I just let it pull me down. Down to the dark depths of the ocean until there was no fight in me left.
Papa…..can you hear me? I’m about to join you and mama soon….
My body jerked me awake. I looked around confused and the realization hit me I was in Blake’s room. When I looked beside me, he was on his side and quite far from me. I couldn’t even reach out and touch him. How odd. This is a first, he always slept holding me.
I shivered and when I checked the time, it was past four in the morning. I got out of bed and looked for something to wear. Since my camisole was ripped, I had to borrow his shirt and silently left his room and went to mine.
Once I found my Mickey Mouse shirt and a comfo
rtable sleep shorts, I padded my way to the kitchen with my phone in hand. There was a soft light in the kitchen and I went over to grab a glass and poured myself some orange juice.
I sat on the barstool and contemplated calling Kyle. My dreams are back and the only person who used to comfort me possibly hates my guts. It doesn’t matter; I needed to hear his voice.
After a few rings, he picked up. “Hello?” a woman’s sleepy voice answered. I tensed. I certainly didn’t expect that. “Hello?” she asked again.
“Hi—could I possibly speak with Kyle?”
There was some rustling and a few murmurs then Kyle came on the phone. “Hello?” He sounded annoyed.
“Kyle? It’s Sienna.”
“What’s wrong? Did something bad happen?” he sounded panicky.
“No—everything’s okay. I didn’t mean to wake you and your friend. I’m sorry. I’ll call some other time.” I ended the call before he had a chance to respond.
What is wrong with me? Why do I feel hurt? Kyle deserves to be happy. But I’m selfish and I felt simply devastated. I suppose that part between Kyle and me is kaput. I should be happy, but the feeling of loss was much greater. Now, the man I chose couldn’t be bothered sleeping close to me. This was probably a case of feeling abandoned.
I felt a movement behind me and I jerked around. “Sorry to startle you, but are you alright?” Clive asked, wearing only jeans and his chiseled chest. Damn, that’s hot. My tear ducts stopped threatening tears at the sight of him.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I asked suspiciously.
“I heard some commotion, that’s why I came downstairs to check. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the house is rather quiet so it was easy to hear you.”
Hell, the entire conversation? “Oh.”
“Yeah—I gather your ex Kyle was with another woman then?” Clive strolled to the other side, pulled a chair and sat across from me.
“Yup.” I stared at the granite counter-top replaying the voice of the woman.
My phone started ringing and Kyle’s name flashed on the screen. I tensed again. “Go on—take the call.” Clive pressed.
“Hello?”
“Baby, are you okay?”
“Kyle, you’re going to get yourself in trouble—go back to her.”
“Nah. It’s not like that—I already got her a cab and she just left.”
“Oh. I see.” I signaled Clive that I’ll step outside a moment and speak to Kyle privately.
I turned towards the terrace doors and quietly went outside. I walked over to the balustrade and studied the dark glittering sea before me. I shuddered remembering my dream.
“My dreams are back.”
“Your nightmares? The ones you’d scream most nights? Like the ones you’re being chased by a coffin or being murdered?” Sigh, the man knows everything about it.
“Not those ones—but my dreams from early childhood. The closet dream and the one when I drowned in the ocean are both back.”
“Fuck, Si—I’m sorry. Are you all alone? Where’s Blake or Chad?” he sounded stressed out. My eyes started to tear again. He’ll always care for me and I love him for it.
“They’re asleep—it’s almost five in the morning here.”
“Is there anything that I can do? Do you want to stay on the phone with me? I wouldn’t mind—I love hearing your voice anyway.”
“I would like that very much—you can hang-up the second you hear me snoring. Thank you—this is the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for me.”
“I’m always here for you, Si. You know that.” His assurance gave me comfort—just a wee bit. How I wished it was Blake, but that’s wishful thinking.
“I’m going back in the house, give me a sec.”
I went inside the villa and went upstairs. I didn’t see Clive anywhere. I guess he went back to his room. I stealthily walked towards my bedroom and slipped my body in the sheets.
“So, who was that woman—” I stopped mid-sentence when I heard someone outside my door. “Shit—I have to go. I’ll call you later. I promise and thank you for being here.” I whispered and cut the call short. Blake was hovering above me, ready to pounce.
“Who was that on the phone?” Blake’s accusing voice pierced through me.
I sighed and counted from one to ten. I closed my eyes and prayed for him to march outside the door and go back to where he came from. I can’t deal with him right now. He’s too much at the moment when my mind is still going through the after effects of my scary dream.
My phone was yanked away from my clasp and he tried to unlock it. Without luck, he asked again in angered tone. “You were speaking to Kyle weren’t you?”
I sighed again. Damn, my prayers are going unanswered. “Yes, I was.”
“Why would you do that? Why would you sneak out of my bedroom and call him at this ungodly hour?” He sounded livid.
“Because—because my nightmares are back and he’s the person who used to calm me down.” My voice sounded like a small child. Like the small child who drowned in my dreams. It’s scary how during each dream I always call out papa. What does that mean?
“What nightmares? You never have nightmares!”
“I used to get them almost on a daily basis after my dad died and when I moved in with my Aunt. It started to subside a year before I left for London. But I’ve been having it again. It started when I got that call from LA last Saturday. It’s been happening since then.”
He cursed and raked a hand through his hair. He slid next to me and cradled my head on his chest. “I’m such a bastard. I’m sorry—I had no clue. These nightmares….what are they usually about?”
“I’ll tell you someday…but not tonight.”
“As you wish, do you want me to sleep here with you?” he whispered against my ear and spooned my body against his.
I nodded and sighed contently.
He kissed my neck and nuzzled it. “I’m here for you too, poppet. You have to learn to start leaning on me too.”
My body tensed. “How could I possibly do that? It’s obvious you hate me and when I woke up totally freaked out, you were so far away from me. You’ve never done that. You always held me close when we slept together. Tonight was just a huge wake-up call. Maybe the damage is irreparable….maybe I just have to accept that it’s over between us.”
Luce even is managing to paddle forward. Why can’t I?
I tried to move away but his hand was a steel band holding me against his body. “You promised me, Sienna. You said you’d try.” He sounded sad all of a sudden.
“I know—but it won’t work. We both know it. You hate me and yet you can’t get enough of having sex with me. I don’t think I want this kind of relationship with you. I wanted what you and I had before—before things got so messed up and complicated.”
“You are right. I do hate you, Sienna. But at the same time I do love you. It’s rather maddening. It doesn’t matter if I hate you or love you, but all I know is I want to have you in my life and in my bed.”
“Great. What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means that I still do love you but I don’t trust you. It means that I can’t get enough of you. I’m going crazy when you’re not with me.”
I turned around and looked at him. “But what do I do? If you don’t trust me then—there’s no future for us.” The realization hit me hard.
“No—we could still have a future. I just need to trust you again.”
“This happened when I slept with Kyle, right?”
He nodded hesitantly. “Isn’t that a little too extreme when you were doing hundred times worse that I did? That was the only time I slept with him. Couldn’t you find it in you to forgive me?”
“I don’t know how to do that or where to even begin forgiving you. Ever since that night in your apartment, I haven’t touched another woman except you. Because I knew that nothing will ever compare to you again. But you left and fucked him a day after I had you. Do you know how I felt then? I
wanted to kill you.”
“It was just so chaotic. My thoughts were so jumbled with you and Camilla out that night. When Kyle showed up—I took the easy way out. That night he couldn’t take his hands off me but retreated. But the next day, it became nostalgic and familiar—it just happened.”
He grunted and held me tighter. “I don’t want to hear any more sordid details. That’s enough.”
“So, what do we do now? The only solution I can think of is to walk away from each other and leave it at that.”
“Do you love Kyle?”
“I do. I love him—but I love you more….I’m in love with you, Blake.”
“That should be enough reason for you to stay then?”
I shook my head. “No, it isn’t.” I want it all and it seems like he isn’t capable of it. Well, not anymore.
“Then we’ll compromise—stay with me and we’ll work this out together. It might be a slow progress but I promise to try building my trust in you again.”
Hope flourished….
I smiled. “You promise?”
He kissed me. “Yes, I promise.” Cupping my cheek, he stared into me. “I love you, Sienna….so much.” His voice was so thick with emotion, I became undone.
My heart soared. God, finally! Progress.
“I love you Blake.” Taking his lips and kissing him until I almost died with happiness.
We made love twice until we were too exhausted to move. When it was time for him to get up for work, he left my bed and went back to his room to shower and change.
He stopped by again and gently woke me. “I have to go to work for a few hours. There’s a meeting that I can’t reschedule, unfortunately.” He kissed my neck and I moaned. Loved what he’s doing to me, loved how much he’s changed since our little talk.
“You don’t have time for a quickie?”
Blake grumbled. “Bloody hell…how I want to take you right now and bury myself deep within you but I can’t, I’m running late. I have to go back to London later this afternoon. Do you want to join me, cara?”
“Hell yes! You’re not about to escape me, Knightly.”