This woman was pushing for madness.
Fine, I conceded darkly. Fine!
Pulling my zipper down, I hastily took out my cock as I roughly pinned her against the wall, lifted her dress, and pushed her thong aside before plunging into her without concession. I fucked to punish. I fucked her tight cunt to get my point across, literally and figuratively speaking.
“Yes!” she gasped wantonly. “I need this—I need you and your thick monster of a cock.”
Christ, she knew what happened to me whenever she talked nasty whilst fucking her witless.
“Whose cock do you live for, Sienna?” I gripped both of her breasts as she slid up and down each time I thrust into her.
She laced her fingers behind my neck, hooking herself up further so I could hammer my rigid length farther into her depths. “Baby, that’s it…” she moaned with pure abandonment. “I’m coming—God!” she shrieked. “I love you—so much!”
It was good that we were coming to an understanding. Ready to let myself go and all the bad memories of her and her ex, I focused on her body and how it made me feel. I was about to release my load into her when I suddenly bit into her shoulder, making her yelp and shudder, while I emptied into her womb. I went rigid before my body sagged against her, breathing ever so heavily, feeling spent.
“Don’t put me through that kind of hell again, cara.”
“Never again.” She held me close, kissing my neck. “I love you more than life itself. I’m sorry for hurting you.”
I nodded, believing her. Trusting her once more.
Kinship
Blake
After our jaunt downstairs, it took us forever to get upstairs, make love in the shower, and finally exhaust ourselves to the point we sought the comfort of our plush bed. I was just on the brink of falling into a deep coma when the uninvited sound of a shrilling phone broke into my semi-awake consciousness.
Groaning, I tried to nudge Sienna. “Cara, your cell phone is at it again.”
“I can’t move.” She sighed before dropping her hand on my face. “What time is it?”
“It’s time to sleep.”
We listened for the phone ringing for the last time before we spoke again. “Maybe it was important.”
“Maybe… you won’t know unless you call back.” The only people that called around this time were Chad, Lucy, or Kyle. Usually, they had some emotional turmoil that needed to be unloaded at this ungodly hour, and Sienna, no doubt, would always be there to listen to their qualms.
“Blake,” she grunted out, nudging me.
“What?”
“I think I can hear your phone ringing downstairs.”
Bloody hell. If both of our phones were being blasted at this time of night, then it must’ve been urgent. Reluctantly rolling off the bed, I combed a hand through my hair before I squinted towards the darkness of the room for her cell phone. “Where is it? I can’t see it anywhere.”
“It’s on the side table, charging.”
Right. Once I spotted the bloody device, I hastily took it off its charger before pressing the button to light up the screen. It was asking me to prompt a password. “What’s your secret code?”
When she gave me our wedding date, my heart stuttered a bit, which was quite amazing given that I was only half awake at this point.
Unlocking her device, there were two missed calls from a familiar number. Tapping the digits, it rang before a man took the call on its second ring. “I’m calling on behalf of my wife—”
“Mr. Knightly, this is Manfred, sir. I apologize to interrupt your night, but I’m afraid it couldn’t be helped. I have somewhat grave news about your grandfather.”
My body went on high alert, strung from shock when he told me that he’d had a heart attack and was in the hospital. We didn’t fully discuss everything because I didn’t want disclosures coming from anyone else other than the doctors in charge of my grandfather’s care.
He was the closest thing to a parent for me. He was the one who’d brought me up when I was orphaned at the age of ten. I owed him everything. Sensing his life was on the line brought immense pain and sadness in me, bringing me back to a time when I was merely a boy that couldn’t fully comprehend what it meant when people told me my parents had died.
“Babe?” Sienna came up to me, frowning as she touched my cheek. “Tell me what’s happened.”
“Grandfather just had a heart attack. I have to go to him in the hospital. I’ll call you for updates,” I said in an automated tone, feeling like everything was surreal.
“Call me for updates?” She was dumbfounded. “I’m going with you! This is not something I want you to go through by yourself. I need to be there with you, Blake.”
I made a light nod, not sure what to think anymore, other than I needed to head straight to the hospital.
Married to a Knightly
Sienna
Poor Blake. He’d seemed like a lost puppy ever since he had hung up that phone call. We were in the waiting room area, awaiting the result of William’s operation. He hadn’t let go of my hand, which was making me really worry. Not to mention the fact he had barely said anything to me. I knew he was terrified of what could happen to his grandfather since he was very close to him. But given his old age, hadn’t Blake at least thought of the inevitable?
Blake and I had lost our parents at a very young age, and I could relate to his fears. Unlike him, he grew up loved and cherished while I, on the other hand, was battered—black, red, and blue from abuse.
I just hoped that, if the surgery didn’t come out successful, he wouldn’t be too traumatized. Looking at him now, though, with his lips in a thin line, eyes looking bleak, worry etched his forehead, I wasn’t sure how my husband would fair. No matter what happened in the next few hours, all I knew was that I would remain next to him, holding his hand, and go through whatever life had in store for us.
At seven thirty in the morning, William came out of surgery and the doctor said the operation had been successful. However, the most vital part was the recovery. All different types of complications could arise while he was induced in a deep sleep.
“I’ll stay here. I’m taking the week off and having Luke delegate everything. Why don’t you go to work? I promise to call you if there are any changes.” Blake seemed distant as he said the words, as if he wasn’t seeing me clearly. I mean, he was looking at me, yet it felt like he wasn’t.