Chasing Paradise (Chasing Series #3)

by Pamela Ann

  She even had the gall to snort before she threw my own words back in my face. “Tell me the truth or you’ll be sleeping somewhere else tonight, Knightly! Did you have sex with someone else tonight?”

  I knew I hadn’t, yet she was hell bent on believing I had. I was drunk, exhausted and my cock was purple from pain. Her words only proved to grate on me and I finally lost my temper. “Fine. Let’s have it your way. I fucked this gorgeous woman tonight because she was so bloody attentive and so mind-numbingly beautiful, I simply couldn’t resist her,” I threw back at her. “Not only was she gifted, but she was the best fuck I’ve had in awhile!” I marched out of there, yelling as I did. “I hope the bed is wide enough to accommodate you and your selfish pride.”

  Darting towards the elevator again, I conceded that I would have to head to the office and sleep in my adjacent quarters. Just when the lift arrived, the banshee appeared to pester me some more.

  “You’re going back to her?” she spat out.

  I threw her a nasty glare. “Go to bed, Sienna,” I muttered, stepping into the cart.

  Sienna immediately pressed her body to hold the doors down, eyes frantic. “Don’t go. You can’t go leaving me like this—”

  I sighed, needing to be away in order to think. “We had a long night. We’re both exhausted. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

  She shook her head. “No! I won’t let you leave.”

  Luxurious locks of her hair fell on the sides of her face. I missed the texture of it on my fingers, on my nose and on my lips. Even if I was red-misted with anger, my body still wanted her like it had no other. “Sienna, I’m past exhausted. I’m heading to the office to sleep. Therefore, could you kindly step away from the door so I can get some shuteye?”

  “I’m sorry about earlier. I wanted you, but I wanted to show you that I could resist you.” She nervously bit her lip. “Feeling how hard you were for me, made me feel like I had so much power over you. It was stupid.”

  She was playing games? Right, of course she was. Bloody fucking great. “Sometimes I wonder why I am besotted to a woman who thinks and acts like a child!” I was losing it. “Everything always has conditions! Why can you not love me fully; unguarded and free the way I do for you?” I lightly banged the back of my head on the mirrored panel. “Maybe you really aren’t ready yet… for me… for any of this.” I pressed the bridge of my nose, knowing my words held a lot of truth in them.

  “Don’t say that, please,” She begged, slowly taking off her skimpy little silk outfit, exposing her breasts.

  “Put your clothes back on,” I demanded softly, not wanting to ogle her luscious globes.

  “Then don’t leave, Blake.”

  With a defeated sigh, I picked up the tiny silk scrap and handed it back to her. “As you wish.”

  “Thank you.” She nodded before we moved out of the lift and back into the apartment. Instead of covering herself, she took her silk underwear off and struts towards the living room. Once she got to the embroidered sofa, she situated herself atop the wing, bent over the armrest as she stood up on her toes. Her delectable bottom was fully on display. My eyes were riveted to her glistening folds, which tempted the sinner that I was. “I’m ready for you, caro. Take me.”

  In lightning speed, I had my pants on the ground and was charging to take what she offered. “This fuck is just for me!” I growled out before I stormed into her hot cunt in one hard, aching thrust. Her channel was wet, but not wet enough to accommodate me fully, which made her even more snug than usual. “Heavens, this pussy is worth the hell you put me through!” I slapped her ass red as I pounded her into the armrest of the sofa.

  “I’m sorry,” Sienna gasped out, reaching for something to hold onto while my cock shattered her ability to say more. “I’m so sorry,” she chanted again.

  I reared my cock back before shoving it into her tightened core again, pushing it all the way in, charging into her cervix and making her scream with pain. “This is what happens when you don’t let me maintain your cunt, cara. It simply shuts down and closes up like a clam.” I bit into her back while my fingertips pulled on her nipples and then clasped my greedy hands onto her mounds like they were my life raft. I gripped them so hard; she was bursting with pain and pleasure. “The pain is your punishment. Don’t ever deny the man you love this body, cara!”

  “I’m sorry. I won’t,” she panted almost incoherently.

  “Brilliant. Now time to brave it out like a big girl and take what I’ve got prepared for you!” I lashed out before my purple veined cock attempted murder on her pussy; hammering and pounding on her until I came twice, unloading insurmountable amounts of roped cream into her womb. With a final thrust, I collapsed on top of her, breathing on the back of her neck, knowing I could die a happy man smelling her this way. “Ti amo, tesoro.” I love you, darling.

  We shifted before relaxing on the sofa, sweaty and naked in a spooning position. “There’s been no other woman, Sienna.” I kissed the back of her shoulder; the place where I’d left a bite mark. “I would never cheat on you.”

  Sienna gently moved, positioning herself on top of me, palms on the sides of my face, eyes shining with love. “I will work on my immaturity, babe. I know you’ve been more than patient with me, but I will get there. I promise.” She then slowly slid down and took my half-mast state into her mouth, which was coated with my semen and her own essence. I’d known many women who might have been too disgusted to do such a thing, however Sienna seemed to be salivating even more.

  My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I grunted out her name before I shoved my hips higher, lodging my shaft into the back of her ridged throat, fucking it with purpose. She gave me a minute before her succulent mouth let go of my length.

  “Now, it’s my turn to fuck for my own pleasure,” Sienna announced before literally pouncing on me like a cat and blowing my brains out.

  I came so hard that I blacked out mid-spurt.

  Well, I did say this woman was going to be the death of me.

  Eleven

  Sienna

  Two days later, my shrilling phone woke me with a message from Blake telling me he was now in Brazil.

  Groaning into my pillow, I squashed the tiny spurt of sadness that bubbled up. I missed him and wished he was here in London with me. I knew Blake was busy with the vast offices and businesses that he had to oversee. They were enough to drive a man crazy, though Knightly ran the empire quite superbly.

  Blake was always featured on business pages and magazines, which noted and admired his achievements in the short time he’d been working. I was proud of him and his brilliant mind, but I wished we were able to spend more time together.

  The first week had dragged on with school, but my PR job was working out quite nicely. In fact, I was going to handle my first event next Saturday and I simply couldn’t wait to get into action.

  I was on my way to the restaurant, almost reaching for the door when someone stopped me.

  “Hey!” a familiar voice spoke up right next to me before arms wrapped me in a tight embrace. “Good to see you, Si. I’ve missed you.”

  I laughed, feeling ecstatic to see him, yet at the same time, noting how Kyle was being too touchy. “How are you? Have you liked being back in London town?” I grinned at his amused face before I shifted his beanie just to mess with him.

  “Always, babe. Wherever you are, I’m always happy to be around you, but you know that already. So why ask?” Kyle’s eyes lingered on my face, memorizing it. “Let’s go in. I’m starving.”

  I smirked, knowing pretty well what he’d meant and it hadn’t been food that was on his mind. “Behave, Kyle. Blake will shoot you down if he knew where your mind is heading off to,” I scolded him before I followed him inside the Italian restaurant.

  Once were seated and the waitress had taken our order, Kyle immediately got down to the juicy bits of news we needed to catch up on. The ring on my finger was the first to go up for discussion. “He finally managed to ge
t that ring on you, huh?” Kyle directed a straight face at me. He didn’t seem angry, though he didn’t look happy, either. Shit. The last thing I needed was for him to be hurt about this, but he knew that it had been coming. It couldn’t be helped.

  “I’m sorry. I should’ve called and told you all about it instead of having you find it out this way.” I flinched somewhat at my insensitivity or for simply forgetting it altogether.

  Kyle pressed his lips together, nodding and not saying a damn word.

  “Kyle?” I paused, gauging his face. “You’re not mad, are you?”

  He leaned back, looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time. “I’m seeing someone else. It’s actually, Abby.”

  Huh? “Abby Miller? The same woman who tried to worm herself in all through high school?”

  Kyle nodded. “Same one.”

  Wait, what? “Were you sleeping with her then, too? I thought you said you weren’t attracted to her?”

  “I never touched her until last month, and to answer your other question, I think Abby is gorgeous, although, next to you, no one comes close.” He took a moment to gather his thoughts before he continued, “I need to move on, Si.”

  Yes, he did. Of course, he needed to, but I wasn’t expecting this; the hurt I was feeling was not what I had anticipated and I wasn’t sure what to do with it. “I’m happy for you.”

  “Are you?”

  I nodded, trying to convince him that I was. “Yeah, of course I am. Abby was crazy about you and I’m glad you two finally got together.” My words sounded hollow, even to my ears.

  “Guess, that’s that.”

  I suppose it was. For the entire time we had lunch, we barely spoke more than a few words to each other. I was in love with Blake, but a part of me was saddened to let go of Kyle. I thought I was prepared for this day to come; however I’d thought wrong.

  After lunch, we strolled in a strained manner towards Blake’s flat, each of us busy with our own thoughts. I hugged him, forcing myself not to cry. “Take care, babe.”

  “You know I’ll always love you, right? No one gets to take your place in here, Si.” Kyle placed my hand on his heart. “I love you, Sienna.” He kissed my forehead before he made me look into those eyes I had grown to trust at a young age. The same eyes that had protected me from a lot of bad things were now full of pain. “Be happy for the both us. Follow your dreams and I will be right there along with you.” Waterworks didn’t have anything on me then. I was a mess of hiccups and balling my heart out.

  “I’ll see you before I leave in a couple weeks, okay?” Kyle held me while I clung onto him, afraid of letting him go. “Blake is a good man. I wouldn’t let another man have you if I knew he wasn’t worthy of being with you. Always remember I’m a phone call away and I’ll be with you in a heartbeat.” He kissed my forehead one more time before he slowly untangled himself and walked away.

  I watched him amble away with his head downcast as I felt an intense tightening in my gut for letting my first love go. I barely noticed when Gareth ushered me inside the building and into an elevator. Once I got off it, I was still hysterical when I ran into the bathroom and locked myself in there for quite sometime.

  Everything from my past rushed through my head. Saying goodbye to someone that had been significant throughout my life was painful. Without Kyle, I would’ve probably been dead by now. He’d saved me in more ways than one.

  My crying binge came to an abrupt halt when a knock on my door interrupted me. “Miss Sienna? Mr. Knightly wants to speak to you. He called my phone after he had unsuccessfully tried yours,” Gareth spoke from the other side of the door, knowing quite well what I was doing in there.

  Reluctantly, I opened the door a wee crack, just enough for him to insert the phone and hand it to me without his being able to look at my dreadful, tear-streaked face.

  “Hello?”

  “You’re still crying,” Blake noted, sounding disappointed somehow.

  Huh? What the hell! “How’d you know?” I tried to sound normal, trying not to panic.

  I could hear him thinking, calculating as to how he’d break it down to me. “You forget about the security team, cara.”

  Well, there you go. WTF! “You saw the whole thing?” This was not good.

  There was a long stretch of silence before he spoke again. “I did. I thought at one point you were going to go with him. You love him and I just saw how much.” He sounded raw, hurting.

  I didn’t know what to say so I kept my mouth shut.

  Blake broke into my thoughts again. “Is there a possibility of you leaving me, Sienna?”

  Seriously? We were engaged! “No, Blake. I accepted your ring. I’m wearing it. Why are you second guessing?”

  “That scene I saw moments ago tore me up.” Blake’s breathing was haggard as if he was running out of patience. “I knew, but it’s rather painful to see it clearly. I have to accept a small part of you will always love him. That small percentage is a risk, but it’s one I’m willing to put my entire life on.”

  Abby and Kyle. Fuck. “I said my goodbyes. I’m just mourning my loss. I’m in pain, too.”

  “I know,” he whispered.

  “I love you, Blake.” I sobbed into the phone. “I do love you so much.”

  “Yeah, that’s why you’re in so much pain,” Blake growled, his bitterness no longer masked.

  His indignant tone grated on me the wrong way. “What the fuck do you want from me? I’ve given up a lot for you! WHAT MORE DO YOU ASK OF ME?”

  “EVERYTHING!” he hissed, making my ear ring. “I want everything!”

  Consumed by his anger—by my broken spirit—I hung up on him. Even in mourning my loss, Blake wouldn’t let up.

  Sometimes, too much wasn’t healthy and his overbearing attitude had just become too much.

  That night, I ended up going back to my flat in Covent Garden. Maybe I simply needed space and wanted to be surrounded by everything that I held dear in my heart.

  I suppose, I needed a small piece of normalcy. I hadn’t had it since I’d had the accident and it was time I took that back.

  Twelve

  Blake

  “Damn it to hell and back!” I screamed into the office when the infuriating woman hung up on me.

  I wanted to punch or thrash something. Why did I have the need to possess all of her? Wasn’t it enough that she was going to marry me? Sienna chose me, not Matthews… I was relieved that Kyle was doing the right thing by walking away, but seeing Sienna’s tearful face, that sadness that had been etched in her eyes, was something else.

  My plans of wrapping things up a week early were immediately down the drain. That week could be used productively and on top of that, I needed the time to come to terms with all the emotions running riot in me before I faced Sienna again.

  Feeling like a complete arse, I composed myself before Luke appeared and informed me that the meeting was about to start. While I attempted to focus on what the meeting was going to be about, it continued to be rather difficult to put Sienna out of my mind completely. For two hours, I kept checking my phone for messages or missed calls, however none came. Not from her anyway.

  The meeting went fine, although my mood took a nosedive when I opened my phone and noticed that I’d received a message from Gareth. There was never a message that came from him that was ever any good.

  Miss Sienna is staying the night at her flat in Covent Garden.

  What else could go wrong in my life? Nothing was right and, for the life of me, I was bloody well exhausted.

  I decided that Hell was out to get me when Sienna’s phone went to voicemail. Dejectedly, I waited until it beeped so I could leave her a line or two. “Hey, I’m sorry for losing my temper earlier.” I paused. “I apologize for being such a blasted jealous arse, too.” Sighing, I continued, “I miss you.” Shoving my phone on the table, I pressed on my temples, stressed out about everything that was going on around me.

  “Maledizione!” I cursed a
few more times before I stopped and pinched the bridge of my nose. Then, reaching for the carafe, I poured myself a hefty drink while the other hand loosened my tie.

  “Mr. Knightly, sir.” A knock made me spin around and face Luke’s junior assistant in Rio and Sao Paolo, Adriana.

  “Yes?” I threw her an irritated glare before I gulped down the entire contents of the amber liquid that burned my throat.

  Adriana cleared her throat before she stepped forward and stood a few inches away from me. “I’m here to remind you that Mr. Rochas is expecting you tonight in his home. I will be escorting you since Luke left for New York an hour ago.”

  Right, tonight’s engagement. It had completely left my mind amongst a few other things. “How much time do I have until I’m supposed to leave?” I studied her expressionless face before I filled my second glass.