My relief was evident when I saw her nod, stood up and handed my tie back before spinning around and placing her hands behind her hips. “Tie me,” Sienna commanded when I questioned her through my eyes.
“Fuck, woman. My c**k is fevered for you,” I grounded out as I quickly bounded her wrists. There was nothing sexier than a woman who freely gave herself to the man she loved, giving him full control of her body.
Parting her legs with her butt out, she carefully leaned over, giving me enough leverage to enter her in one obliterating thrust. My c**k surged forth into her heavenly hot, moist, glorious cunt. Sienna almost fell onto the ground from the impact, but my left hand held the bounded tie, so she became my puppet as I pushed her back up and rammed her harder.
“Do you like how my forceful c**k is seizing your pu**y? Desecrating it for my own great pleasure?”
Sienna groaned before dishing out demands. “More. I want to feel you come inside me, Blake. Pound me like you’re angry with me. Wreck your whore’s pu**y. Destroy it before shattering into me.”
The feral beast in me emerged when she called herself my whore. Right then and there, I was forever enslaved to her. With a hard tug, Sienna was standing straight and then I got hold of her hips and placed both of my hands on the sides, gripping it hard.
“Is this want you’re demanding, my beautiful whore?” I bellowed before I snaked my left arm and tugged on her nipple as I smashed her mound harder than before. Leaving her pebbled nipple, my hand took hold of her neck and drove into her with profound, annihilating speed, with a goal of ambushing and assassinating her glorious cunny hole.
Our pleasured cries echoed throughout the room before we got locked down on our orgasms as I took her for another minute, giving her another orgasm before mine seized me completely, dispensing thick ropes after ropes of hot se**n inside her womb.
“FUCK!” I snarled, losing it completely when her vaginal muscles tightened around my orgasming cock, tripling the earth-shattering sensation into euphoric divinity. “Jesus Christ!” I muttered with closed lids, shaking as I squirted a few more into her. Then, we collapsed on the chair, her sitting atop me, c**k not dislodging from her channel.
Sienna twisted her head, arresting my lips against hers, melding us into one. Our hearts beating, breathing, living as one, as a whole, as a fitted puzzle. I had never felt so content in my life.
“I love you,” I whispered, eyes boring into her, giving her everything that I was and all I could ever be, endlessly.
“You’re mine, Knightly.” Sienna kissed me with possessiveness, making sure I got the message loud and clear. “I love you.” She kissed me again, gently biting on my bottom lip. “I love you.” Her hands were tugging on the hair on the back of my head, fierce. “I f**king love you!” she declared, grounding her pu**y down on my growing shaft inside her.
I smiled, thinking that she was just as crazy as I was.
Twenty-seven
Sienna
“Give me five minutes then I’ll be ready to leave.” I rushed past Gareth, trying to hunt down where I left my summer mock-ups for design class that were due today.
“Miss Sienna?” I could hear Gareth come towards me.
“Shit,” I muttered when I didn’t find anything in the living room. Where in the world did I leave them?
Gareth cleared his throat before he moved right before me. His usual friendly calm demeanor, gone. I raised my brow, wondering before he voiced his thoughts. “I’m not quite too sure if going to your classes today would be wise. I have to call Mr. Knightly and see what he says first.”
My skin prickled. My stomach dropped. I knew what was behind his attitude. Something happened and he was reluctant to tell me why. “Tell me. I can handle it.”
“After the last delivery you got in Mayfair the last time, Mr. Knightly ordered me to check every single thing before handing them to you. I know the first one was overlooked because for some reason, the delivery person didn’t go through the lobby like the normal delivery person would do. He parked underground and took the stairs.”
Okay, I didn’t know this either. “Thanks, but what’s the delivery now? A dead cat?” The image that flashed in my head almost made me hurl. I truly despised blood.
Gareth shook his head. “You got flowers. I believe it’s your favorite one since Mr. Knightly always brings you the same kind almost everyday. It came with gifts.”
Who was the sicko behind these twisted mind games? Why couldn’t she just come out of her hiding and fight it out with me. I swear, I wouldn’t back down even if she was buffed out like Xena, the warrior princess. This whole stupid thing was seriously messing with my head. It was disrupting the future I had with Blake and it’s disconcerting.
Who was she? I wondered, running through the list of women in my head. “Show them to me.”
“We should call Mr. Knightly first.”
I had a better idea. “Why don’t you call him while I look at these presents.”
Gareth agreed as I moved towards the kitchen table, where everything was located.
When I was about to open the box, Edward, the head of security, came running towards me.
“Do not touch that without gloves. There could be evidence; finger prints or any clue that could lead us to solve this ungodly tantrum of a scorned ex-lover,” Edward muttered when he said scorned ex-lover.
I was sure he was getting sick of this merry-go-round of games, but the culprit had been hiding and hadn’t attempted anything after the second delivery I had in Mayfair. I was almost positive with Blake purchasing this new home and our recent engagement; it triggered these creative gifts my way.
“Edward, do you guys have any suspects yet?” I asked calmly, not wanting to show any emotions in regard to this annoyance.
“There’s been a development today. I’m not sure if I should be the one to tell you. Maybe the boss will tell you himself when he gets back from the office.” Edward’s pale blue eyes eyed me with concern, looking almost sorry for me.
“I’m not a little girl. I can handle it. Besides, this is my life. I deserve to know.” I was going to see what was in these boxes, come hell or high water.
“Sorry, Miss Sienna. Truly, I am. You just look so young—and something about you reminds me of my daughter. She died so young after Leukemia.” He paused, looking more of a concerned father than head of my security.
Edward was what? Forty? Forty-five? He must’ve had the baby so young then. “I’m sorry about your child. I heard losing them is the hardest thing a parent can ever go through.”