by Pamela Ann
Consumed by the powerful web of ecstasy that was taking hold of me, I took hold of her ass, holding it with a death grip before I plunged my shaft back into her, slamming it against her strained cervix, admiring the sight of Sienna gasping as if she’d run out of air while I continued to pick up speed.
“That’s it, love, don’t let up with your tightened grip around my cock. Keep milking it like that,” I huffed out, lost in the sea of pleasure her pussy was bestowing on me.
“Come inside me, please; I need to feel you come inside me.”
I groaned. Her words were lyrical and truly amazing to hear. “You like it when my cock spills into your womb? Are you that desperate to have my nut?”
“Yes, I’m desperate. I love the feel of you going crazy on my pussy. I love to see you get lost inside my body,” she moaned as I picked up pace, fucking her harder now. “But what I love most, is the feel of you crying out my name, tensing as you unleash your nut inside me, making me yours, marking me with your sacred seed.”
BLOODY. FUCK. I was done for.
Complete and utter silence filled me before an angry roar ripped throughout my system as my orgasm howled with thrashing ferocity, taking Sienna along with me as she cried out my name, in tune with my own. It felt like angels were murdering me; the experience was beyond glorious agony, beyond a beautiful pillage, above and beyond a thrilling ride of elation.
My lungs were working overtime as I rolled next to her, holding her face while I breathed into her hair. “You’ve brought magic into my life, my beautiful witch. Never stop weaving your spells on me. I am enslaved to you, my love, my life, my wife.”
She laughed, kissing my nose. “Oh, shut up! I love you, too, Knightly.”
Yes, the woman truly appreciated my efforts in wooing her into becoming my wife.
That same night, I had just got off the phone with the London office when I went to look for Sienna. I found her in the bedroom, out on the balcony, leaning against the balustrade while deep in thought.
I came up behind her, gazing beyond at the serene beauty before us before resting my head atop hers. “I’m sorry to cut our vacation short, poppet, however we have to get back to London first thing tomorrow morning. There are some important meetings I couldn’t reschedule.”
She sighed, taking hold of my hand. “London it is. Time to face the music and dance.”
Face the music, yes. The thought made me hold her tighter, wishing death upon those who wanted her gone.
Over my dead, bloody body.
~B~
“I have to be in Brazil when you’re going to be in Los Angeles. I’m sorry—I want to be there for you, but I cannot move this meeting. You know I would if I could.” I’d been chastising myself for not double-checking my calendar.
She leaned against my shoulder, sighing. “I know, babe. It’ll be fine.”
It had better be, or I would bring hell to the Browns if they did something to my woman. “Gareth and the security team will tag along with you.” I heard her sigh again, knowing quite well how she despised being followed. “This is the only way I know how to deal with this, my love.”
“Gareth stays, but the security teams needs to go after LA,” Sienna requested, glancing at me with determined eyes.
“That’s an unreasonable request! Someone tried to kill you!” Christ. Was she trying to drive me mad?
“Only Gareth, Blake,” she threatened, throwing a gauntlet.
This was past unreasonable. The woman simply wished for my early demise. “Or what?” I hissed at her, annoyed at her stubbornness. Her safety was all I ever thought about since it had happened. This was all for her.
“Or I’m moving back to my flat.”
“The hell you are! You’re not going anywhere!” I thundered out, standing in full height, anger roaring in folds. “You are impossible!”
“Then, I guess I’m moving out.”
“You wouldn’t bloody fucking dare, Sienna Richards! You’re mine and you will do as you’re told.”
“You’re such a brute, Blake. I know why you’re doing this, but you don’t even try to see it from my point. I don’t want to live like this. I‘d rather die today, living my life, than live secluded in a gilded prison.” She stood up, unyielding. “If this is how it’s going to be with you, I’d rather live in my flat where no one would control me or make decisions for me without my consent. I have lived most of my life in pain and in agony, suffering under my aunt and uncle’s abuse. I left that prison two years ago and I’m not going back to it; not even for you,” Sienna shot the words out before walking towards the end of the cabin and securing herself in the bedroom.
Five minutes after she’d left, I still stood here, aghast at what she’d just spewed at me. How could she even fathom comparing me with the monsters? I was doing this for her safety because I bloody well loved her more than my own life. How could she not understand that? As much as I wanted her happy, her safety was my responsibility. I wasn’t going to let up until this nightmare was over. I needed names and I was going to get them.
One by one, I was going to hunt them down. The detectives and investigators I’d hired needed to see me when I got back to London. Focus was needed, and even if I wanted to cater to Sienna’s request, I simply couldn’t.
Five
Sienna
We were in route to London and my thoughts dwelled on the events that took me away from there in the first place.
London, I’d missed it so much, but I wasn’t going to lie that my heart pounded at the thought of what the city held for me. But as I stated before, I wasn’t going to cower any longer. Hiding wasn’t in the cards for me and I sure as hell wouldn’t back down when my life was being threatened.
“So what’s it to be? Do you want me to go and move out, Blake?” I raised my brow at him, putting my foot down.
Groaning wretchedly, before he made a tug of his luxurious hair, out and beyond with frustration. “Fine—I’ll see what I can do. Sienna…” Blake gazed at me, full of worry. “Promise me you’ll be careful? If anything suspicious catches your eye—anything at all, please tell Gareth immediately?”
“Yes, of course.” I came over to him, dreadful that he was leaving me for quite sometime. I hugged the life out of him, knowing that I’ll be missing his constant presence and nagging like no other. “I’m going to miss you like crazy, boo.”
Forty-eight hours later, I was in LA while Blake was in Brazil or somewhere in South America. We arrived last night and the deposition was scheduled at ten in the morning.
Being back in LA, without Kyle was truly odd. But I was going to meet him today in the courthouse. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face any of the Brown’s, but I know that I sure was ready to get this over with and put them all in my past.
They have dominated my life for so long, I didn’t need to give them the power over me. It’s difficult, but I was going to die trying, because I was done living in the shadows.
Gareth and I were exiting the hotel foyer when a familiar form caught my eye.
I gasped, stilling.
“Blake!” I screeched, running towards him before I clung onto his form, squeezing the life out of the damning sexy man. “How did you manage to leave Brazil? I thought you’d be extremely busy?” I asked, my eyes devoured his sexy suit, looking like the ultimate billionaire playboy he was primed to be.
“I love it when you get all excited to see me.” He laughed, kissing me full on the lips, not caring about the curious onlookers around. “I was in Brazil and I just flew in. I wanted to see you and to tell you that I love you. I know today is very significant and I wanted to be a part of it, letting you know that I’m here for you even though I won’t be physically be there with you, but you’ll be in my thoughts, supporting you.”
Brownie points, he just earned himself to last a lifetime. “Thank you. Thank you.” I kissed him smiling, before kissing the tip of his nose; I peered at the grinning man who flipped my heart a few times in a matter of sec
onds. “How much time do I have with you before you set off to leave again?”
“I should be heading back now if I want to make it on time with my meetings.”
Shit. “You’re literally just dropping by to see me and give your support?” For a few minutes…what the freak! I needed more time with him. I was having the worst Knightly withdrawals.
“Of course. Anything for you, cara mia.” He leaned over and held me tighter. “I’ve missed you, so bloody fucking bad, I am in pure agony, amore.”
I was too. I’d missed him so much and he was already leaving before he even managed to say hello. “Can I ride with you to the airport? I still have time.”
“If you so wish it.”
Blake was browsing through his messages as we got into the limo. We barely just pulled into traffic when I pounced on his lap, throwing his phone on the side before I pulled his trouser zipper down, fishing out his half-mast length. I was the ultimate tigress—hungry, pouncing and ready to scratch.
“Bloody fucking God! This is mighty hot. I think I might just want to marry you.” Blake uttered in awe, watching me lift my fitted soft pink suit skirt, pushing my French scrap lace thong to the side before I lowered myself slowly, excruciatingly on his hard princely cock.
Throwing my head back, I let out a howling moan, lavishing on his large big dick inside me, loving him more than anything else. “Baby, I can’t thank you enough. This is seriously helping me with tension.” I smiled before I angled my head to kiss him, riding and rocking his cock to my carnal indulgence.
I held his face, panting against his parted lips, while his hands are felt like steel, grounding me on his shaft as I became a woman on a mission, riding him like my pussy depended on his semen for survival.
“That’s it my love. Use it good to soothe your aching cunt. Nurture it, bella mia.” Blake placed his thumb on my hot sensitive button and I shot off in a good racketing wave, hyperventilating and quaking on his glorious hard shaft, before he used his hands again to keep rocking him, to keep fucking him until I was shaking, spent and couldn’t utter a damn word.
“God, how I have missed you!” I murmured against his chest, slowly rocking him. “I just way to die like this, with you inside me.”
Blake bit into my neck, sucking. “Don’t stop fucking me until we get to the airstrip.”
“Baby, you’re going to leave me a hickey!” I tried to move my neck away, but he growled and bit into my neck more. Making me scream, before he wrapped his hands around my neck, pounding in to me.
“Lift your top. I need to see your breasts bounce. I need to see you.” He grunted out, before I followed his orders and pushed my top up, pushing the cups of my bra to the sides, giving him the best vantage. “Perfetto, mia bella.”
I was gasping for breath, but Blake tightened his choke on my neck, before I closed my eyes and surrendered to him—his strength to deliver me into my release, shaking me inside out. Blake placed his hands on my hips, relentless in his own completion.
“Fuck, I love spilling into you. Mine. This cunt is mine.” He bellowed out, tensing as he came inside me, biting my neck as he did so. “My wife,” he whispered, giving smooth kisses to the spots he marred his teeth with. “I love you.”
“I love you too, but did you really need to leave me a hickey? That was intentional!” I fumed, having a hard time pushing through with my anger with him because he looked so gorgeous with his half-lids closed, satiated from sex and his voice lowered down a notch. It was impossible! “You’re being too territorial.”
“There’s only one woman in this world for me, and that you. There are millions of men who are after gorgeous women like you. Could you really blame a man for trying to protect what’s his?” His eyes glimmered; biting his bottom lip, thumb circling my nipple. “Ready for round three?”
Jesus. “Already?”
Blake raised his brow, expanding his cock inside me. “What do you think?”
“You called me your wife?” I questioned, out of the blue.
He hid back a smile. “Why, aren’t you?” He bit that damning bottom lip again, smolder-sex-face was on. “Don’t you see me as your husband?”
He may look playful now, but I knew he was serious inside. Businessmen equaled conniving. “Blake—”
He placed a finger on my lip, stopping me from speaking. “Make love me to me, cara. That’s all I want right now.”
We made love, until it was time for him to get off the limo. When it was time to part with him, I got teary. “Be safe, please. I love you.”
“Always, cara.” He kissed me for the last time. “Ti amo.” He gave me one of his bright dashing smile before turning to address Gareth behind him, who was in the another SUV, with Blake’s security. “Take care of my wife.”
I watched as he climbs the stairs of his jet. “Hey, Knightly!” I whistled. He paused and twisted his neck and nodded towards me. “Don’t forget to bring your sexy ass in London soon.” I grinned. “Oh, by the way, I own that ass! So behave.” I yelled, feeling sad but happy.
Blake was smiling, before I knew it, he was almost running back towards me, lifting me up and kissed me thoroughly. “There’s no need to remind me, I know I’m yours.” He kissed me again, sighing heavily. “How about you think about marriage to me while I’m gone, huh?”
Marriage again. This man never stopped. “Alright, I ‘ll about it.”
“Please do.” Blake hugged me for the last time, before boarding the jet. He blew me a kiss when he saw me staring at him through the little window.
I smiled, shaking my head. “Okay, time to get myself to court.”
~S~
As I watched the streets of LA past before me, I got nostalgic. This city, I grew up to love because of one person, Kyle. I haven’t seen him in months and I honestly couldn’t wait to catch up with him.
Imagine my surprise when Kyle was out in the shade waiting for me to arrive. I asked the driver to stop the car, so I could get out and greet him. “Hey! How are you stranger?” I ran and hugged the living crap of him.
“Si—” Kyle swallowed, looking at me like he wanted to devour me, but knew he shouldn’t even try.
“Thanks for coming out. I think I’m so ready to get this over with.” I studied him, before reaching out to touch his cheek. “It’s good to see you—really.”
His eyes were intense as he took me in, before his eyes flickered on my neck, nothing the marks Knightly left. “Your uncle died of a heart attack last night.” He took my hand and held it. “The burial is in four days. I’m not sure if you’d want to attend that, but I thought you should know.”
He died… how convenient. Just when justice was going to be served in a cold dish, he dies. I wanted nothing to do with them. Why should I really care? They never did for me. “I think I’m just going to head back out to London. I don’t want my aunt to look for me and blame me of his death.”
Kyle nodded before giving me the longest hug ever. “Take care, Si. Maybe I’ll get to see you soon. I’ll call you.”
I planted him a kiss on the lips. Just a quick peck like how I do with Chad, but Kyle backed away, like I burned him or something. Okay… “Yeah, I’ll see you. Take care.”
After a quick phone call from the lawyer, I was now ready to leave. I really hoped that the person who worked for my uncle gets some justice and on top of that gets some monetary compensation. What my uncle did was unjustifiable. I hope his company will get taken down if the secretary did pursue and won't stop until the company was no more.
~S~
“Gareth, I want to know what your opinion is about what happened to me.” I paused, eyeing him with scrutiny before adding, “From a friend to a friend.”
“Wretched, each time I think about it, I feel bloody wretched. Knowing that we hadn’t a clue what we’re facing here, I did a bit of digging. I hope you don’t mind, Miss Sienna, but I’ve been reading up a lot on Mr. Knightly’s background and his life.”
My curiosity piqued. “And?�
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“And there’s a lot of women that would wish you… gone.” Gareth said the word gone in a tone that gave me goosebumps all over. “Although, there were a few who stood out, like Ivanna, Amelia and Miss Camilla Clayworth; his ex-betrothed.”
Three big names; ones I’d thought of as well. “Whoever pushed me down the stairs, do you think they meant serious harm or did they want to warn me?”
“Miss Sienna—” he started, but I paused him before continuing.
“Please, just call me Sienna.”
Gareth’s brown eyes studied me a second before sighing. “All right, Sienna. Can I tell you something, but have you promise me we’ll keep it between us?”
Shit. I swallowed, daunted from his tone. “I promise, whatever I hear from your lips, won’t be repeated with anyone else.”