by Cameron Hart
“How so?”
“He has all these rules designed to keep everyone at arm’s length. He doesn’t trust anyone, sometimes not even Declan and me. No relationships, no spending the night with a woman, no inviting women over to his place. Shit like that. Declan was less calculated and purposeful about his standoffishness, but it was there all the same. Distrustful, no attachments, all of that.”
“Hmm. But not you?”
“Nah. I mean, I won’t lie, when I was younger I was with other women…” I wince just thinking about it. I was never a dick to any of the women I slept with, we both had fun and sometimes we’d hook up again, but I just never found anyone worth settling down with.
“It’s ok, Cooper. I figured you had a past. I’m not upset about it.”
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“These last few years though, I wanted something more. I don’t know what changed, but I just had this feeling… Shit, I don’t know how to explain it. I knew something real was out there. Someone worth holding on to for good, someone I could mean something to.”
“You mean everything to me,” Sienna says, lifting herself up again so she can kiss me.
Fuck, she’s it for me. I knew it the moment I caught her in my arms at Declan’s wedding, but the more time I spend with her, trading secrets and sorrows, the more she’s woven into the fabric of my being.
“God, Sienna, you mean every-fucking-thing to me,” I tell her once we break apart. I watch as her pupils dilate and her breathing grows shallow. I can’t help but look at her tits moving up and down with her breath. When I look back up at her, Sienna stares at me with such hunger and passion.
“I need you,” she whispers.
“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetness. Are you still sore?” She shakes her head no, but I still have my reservations. “Let’s take a shower together. The warm water will feel good.”
She narrows her eyes at me, but then gets a devious look on her face. “You may think you’re distracting me from getting your huge dick inside of me, but joke’s on you, because I’ve always wanted to have shower sex.”
“Fuck, that’s not even fair,” I groan. “When did you get such a dirty mouth on you?”
I don’t give her a chance to respond, however, before standing up with her in my arms. I kiss her the entire way to the bathroom, only breaking apart so I can start the water. Once it’s a good temperature, I guide Sienna inside with me, thankful we’re both still naked as can be from the night before. I don’t know if I can survive another second without licking every inch of her tight little body.
I watch as the warm water trickles down over her flawless skin and supple curves. My hands follow the droplets of water over her shoulders, her waist, her hips. I grab a hold of her perky ass and pull her towards me, kissing her soundly. She lifts one leg over my hip and I hold it firmly in my grip, groaning at the way she’s opening herself up to me.
“Sienna…” I groan into the side of her neck as I kiss my way down her slender column. She thrusts her hips and rubs her hot pussy against my rock fucking hard cock.
“Please?” She whimpers. “I need to feel you. I need…”
I pull back slightly so I can rest my forehead on hers. “What do you need, baby?”
“I need to feel that connection again. It was more than physical. Wasn’t it?”
“Damn right it was, sweetness,” I say before kissing away all of her doubts and insecurities. My hands roam over her body, stroking, squeezing, savoring every inch.
Finally, I break our kiss and spin her around so she’s facing the back wall of the shower. Sienna takes the hint and braces herself on the wall and sticking her ass out, presenting herself to me in an act of complete trust.
“Fuck, kitten, I’ll never get used to how gorgeous you are,” I mummer before kissing her in between her shoulder blades and ghosting my lips and nose down her spine.
Reaching between her legs, I dip two fingers inside of her wet slit to check her readiness. Goddamn, my kitten wasn’t kidding; she needs this.
“Ready for me to fill you up again, sweetness?” I ask while lazily pumping my fingers in and out of her soaking wet hole.
“God, yes, please, please…” Sienna moans.
I stand up behind her and grip her ass, massaging her perfect cheeks and pulling them apart, exposing all of her to my hungry eyes. I lean over and cover her, pressing my chest into her back as I reach around her with one hand. She shivers beneath me. I bite her shoulder, cup her breast, and drive my cock into her mercilessly, letting out a feral growl as I bottom out. She whimpers with each thrust and pushes back into me, letting me know she’s right here with me.
I skim fingers down her chest, across her torso, down to her pussy and stroke her. Her clit is a fat little pearl, swollen and throbbing for me. She bucks against my hand as I play with it, rubbing and pinching and not letting her take a breath as I give her body more pleasure than she’s ever known. She twists and cries in agony, but I don’t stop. She’s mine now. Mine to please. Mine to torture. She arches in my arms as I take her apart piece by piece, letting out a desperate plea right before she breaks.
“That’s it, fucking cum for me, Sienna,” I grunt, still pumping into her and teasing her nipples with one hand while rubbing her hard little clit.
“Cooper! Fuck!” Sienna gushes for me, her tight pussy spasming around my cock again and again.
I don’t let her come back down, I keep drilling her harder and faster, gripping her ass and pulling her cheeks apart.
“Fucking love watching your pussy swallow my big dick,” I grunt.
“I… Can’t… Stop… Coming…” she gasps in between each word like it’s taking up all of her concentration just to breathe.
I wrap one arm around her hips and one across her perfect breasts, holding her up as her knees give out. Sienna is screaming my name and pounding her fist on the wall of the shower as another orgasm is torn from her very depths. Fucking beautiful.
I’m so lost watching her get obliterated by pleasure, that my climax slams into me unexpectedly. I roar as I slam into her one last time, pressing her trembling body flush against the shower wall. I cum almost violently, jet after jet shooting out of my dick as it swells and spasms inside of her.
Stumbling back a bit, I gather Sienna up in my arms and slowly slide down to the floor of the shower, not trusting my legs at the moment. She curls up into me, still shaking and breathing heavily.
“You ok, kitten?” I ask, still out of breath myself. Goddamn, that was the hardest I’ve ever cum, the most intense orgasm of my entire life.
“So good,” she sighs.
I grin and nuzzle into the top of her head, letting the hot water pour over our bodies and relax our sore muscles. I chuckle softly when I hear Sienna’s cute little snores. Poor girl was so exhausted she fell asleep in the shower.
I hold her for a few more minutes, soaking up everything about this moment. Regrettably, I have to wake her up so we can wash up before the water turns cold.
“Sorry, baby,” I whisper while gently shaking her awake.
“Hmm?” She slowly blinks her breathtaking eyes open. Her eyes go wide as she realizes she passed out in my arms, and then an adorable blush covers her cheeks. “Oh, wow,” she giggles. “I guess I was wrong before.”
“About what?”
“I didn’t think I could cum any harder, but… You really outdid yourself,” she grins up at me.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her before kissing her. I can’t help it. I don’t ever want my lips to be away from hers.
I help us stand up and then wash every inch of her before drying her off and putting one of my shirts on her. She rolls her eyes and tells me she can take care of herself, but she secretly likes me taking care of her. I know I do.
Chapter 11
Sienna
It’s hard to believe I’ve been here for two weeks already. Everything feels so natural with Cooper, like we’ve b
een together for years instead of a few weeks. I feel this incredible connection, this intimacy with him that I never thought I’d experience. Hell, I didn’t even think something like this existed. It’s more than our undeniable chemistry, though there’s something to be said for that, too. As soon as Cooper walks in the door from work, we’re all over each other. He always puts my pleasure first, pushing my boundaries just a little bit, making me cum so hard, so many times, I can’t imagine sex with anyone else would even come close to what I feel when I’m with him.
But, like I said, it’s more than that. Cooper is this incredibly hard worker, even if he likes to give off the vibe that he’s the comic relief. He’s kind and selfless and he knows me in a profound way that I don’t even know myself. As cheesy as it sounds, I truly feel whole with Cooper by my side. I thought I was content to be alone in my bakery, in my apartment, in my life. As long as I wasn’t with my mom, anything felt like a dream come true. Little did I know how much I was missing until Cooper came along and filled my world with joy and love and safety. I’ve never really known those things, but he reminds me of them every single day.
Sometimes I forget the whole reason I’m staying here. It’s been weeks since I got the package from my mom, and Cooper makes me feel so safe and wanted that for the first time in over a year, I’m not looking over my shoulder.
That’s probably what gave me the confidence to go out and shop this afternoon. Cooper never specified if he wanted me to stay inside his penthouse twenty-four seven, but that’s just kind of how it’s worked up until this point. He has everything anyone could ever need in his place. More than anyone could ever need, really. And let’s be honest – before I met Cooper, I pretty much just worked and then crashed in front of my TV upstairs until I had to get up and start the day all over again.
Today, however, I want to do something special. Usually Cooper cooks for us, claiming I baked all day and I need a break. I tried protesting the first few nights, saying he worked two jobs, but he just kissed me senseless and cooked dinner anyway. Well, tonight I’m cooking, no matter what he says. And I’m going to give him another little surprise I hope he likes.
I have the meal all planned out – roasted lamb with garlic and rosemary, cheesy potatoes, and seared asparagus. As for my other surprise…
“Bienvenue, how can I help you today?” The gorgeous saleslady greets me in the most elegant French accent.
“Some, uh…” I feel my cheeks pinken with a bit of embarrassment. I’m still so new to this.
“Ah,” the saleslady says, giving me a knowing smile. “Lingerie to show off to your lover?”
I nod my head, feeling a little better that she doesn’t seem to even bat an eyelash. In fact, she looks pretty pleased that I want to try on the expensive pieces of lace in her French boutique.
We spend the next hour working through different styles, cuts, and colors. I end up with three different pieces, each one more daring than the last. I think Cooper will approve.
Feeling good about my purchases, I walk out of the little boutique and turn left towards the nearest market. One minute I’m strolling down the street, looking at my phone, and the next minute, I’m shoved up against a brick wall in an alley with a cloth pressed against my nose and mouth.
I don’t have time to scream or fight back before a sweet chemical smell permeates my nostrils and my vision blurs. The last thing I see is Derek’s ugly mug grinning at me, missing teeth and all.
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“Fuck, how much did you use?”
“I don’t know, I don’t think there’s a limit.”
“She’s been out for hours, we wanted her incapacitated, not dead. She’s no good to us dead.”
The voices are garbled and a bit unclear, yet there’s a familiar tone to them. My head is throbbing in time to my heartbeat and I feel like I can’t quite get a full breath. As my body slowly stirs awake, I become aware of other sensations. The cold floor pressing against my cheek. Something wadded up in my mouth, keeping me from breathing too well. Duct tape stretched across my lips. A searing pain in my shoulder when I try to move, no doubt from when I was dumped on the floor. A zip tie digging into my wrists, which are secured tightly behind my back. I try sitting up, but my stomach rolls as a sudden wave of nausea passes through me.
“Look, she’s up. She’s fine.” I know that voice. Derek.
It all comes back to me. I got too comfortable with Cooper, and now I’m paying the price. Of course, they were always going to find me. Cooper mentioned trying to track my mom and Derek down, but other than a brief update last week telling me he was still working on it, I didn’t hear anything on the subject. Again, I got too comfortable living out my fantasy of happily ever after with Cooper. It was always going to come to this, though.
“Daughter of mine,” my mom says, squatting down so she can swipe the hair out of my face. I do my best to glare at her, but my blinding headache makes it hard to focus. I do notice, however, that she’s wearing a ridiculous ski mask. “You’re looking well. Too well. We need to rough you up a bit for this next part.”
Her words barely register before she backhands me. It doesn’t really hurt so much as it shocks me. It’s been a while since her and I went at it. I see her winding up for another, more devastating blow, but my fight or flight instinct kicks in and I roll away from her, landing on my back and screaming when my shoulder pops out of its socket.
“Oh, that’s good. Did you get that on camera, hun?”
I tilt my head up to see Derek nodding and holding his phone out, filming our little interaction. I try asking what the fuck they want, but my words get soaked up by the cloth in my mouth and duct tape on my lips.
She lunges at me again, but I swing my legs around and kick at her. I can hardly focus through the pain ripping through my left shoulder as I writhe around on my back, my hands still tied behind me.
“Ah, ah, ah, none of that now, dear.” With that, my mom stomps on my right foot with her ridiculous hot pink heels.
I hear the crunch of bone and cartilage before I can register the agonizing pain. I try to be silent since they seem to want to capture my pain on camera, but a whimper escapes. God, I sound so pathetic. Mom bends down close to me, so close I can smell her familiar scent of menthol cigarettes and drug store perfume. So close I can see the cracks in her caked on makeup where her wrinkles run deep. So close I can headbutt her. So, I do.
“You fucking bitch!” She screeches, stumbling backwards and landing on her ass. The duct tape is preventing my satisfied grin, but it’s there nonetheless.
“Switch me,” Derek grunts, putting on his own ski mask and handing the phone off to mom.
Well, shit.
He grabs me up by the collar of my shirt into a sitting position, while mom squats down in front of me, getting a clear shot of my face. Derek rips the duct tape off my mouth, replacing it with his hand. He squeezes my cheeks painfully, forcing the wadded-up cloth in my mouth to the back of my throat and making me gag.
“Listen to me, you worthless cunt,” Derek grits out, his putrid breath making me gag all over again. “Tell your boyfriend how much pain you’re in, beg him to spare your life. The only way you’re getting out of here is if he pays your ransom, so you better make it good.”
For the first time since I woke up in this damp and dingy basement of sorts, I am afraid. They know about Cooper. They’ve been following me for a while now. They knew the exact moment I left the penthouse. This attack is much more planned out than I thought it would be. And the stakes are exponentially higher. I figured they’d find me eventually and I’d be forced to liquidate my assets and hand over whatever I could. Maybe they’d take that and leave, or maybe they’d force me to live with them again and work of the rest of my “debt.”
But no. They brought Cooper into this. They’re using me to get even more money out of him. I hate myself for putting him in this position after everything he’s done for me. I fucking love him and I refuse to bring harm to
him and his business. He told me it was his legacy, and I know he and his brothers have worked so hard on growing White Knight Advertising into something beyond what their dad left behind.
“Ready?” Derek asks.
I glare at him, and he just winks at me, pulling the cloth out of my mouth.
“Don’t listen to them, Cooper, don’t give in to their demands—”
I’m cut off by a blow to the side of my head that sends me toppling to the ground. My head smacks against the cold floor so hard I see a flash of white and then taste blood in my mouth. Derek pulls me up again, by my hair this time and gets up in my face, trying to look intimidating. He doesn’t need to try very hard. I won’t go down without a fight, though. I spit on him, blood and saliva spraying his chapped lips and greasy, pock-marked face.
His eyes go dark and then he grips my neck, squeezing hard.
“Want to try that again, Sienna?”
“Fuck you,” I wheeze, struggling to pull in air.
His hand tightens around my neck as he turns to face the phone, which has been recording everything.
“Five hundred million dollars, Cooper Knight. Wired to the account number attached in the email. If we don’t hear from you by tomorrow morning…”
I feel his thumb dig into my windpipe and then everything goes black.
Chapter 13
Cooper
As soon as I walk into the penthouse, I know something is wrong. Sienna isn’t here. I hadn’t heard from her during the afternoon, but I assumed she just got caught up in another custom order.
Now that I’m here though, I can tell I was wrong. It’s hard to explain, but I feel the loss of her. The whole energy of the place is off. It’s not just that she’s gone – though that is plenty concerning on its own, it’s this feeling I can’t shake. She’s in trouble and I know it.
My blood turns to ice in my veins and my heart thuds heavily in my chest, stealing the air right out of my lungs. I thought it was painful to be without her for those first few days during the fallout of the article being released, but this excruciating ache in my heart at the thought of her being in danger is a thousand times worse.