by Lana Hartley
I plunge deeply inside of her, her slick juices coating me with her essence.
I thrust into her, and with every thrust, I know for sure that she’s my new obsession.
“Tell me you want this, Sienna. Tell me you want Daddy’s cock,” I say the words, fully understanding their double meaning.
She might’ve lost her dad, but I can fill that hole.
I’m now the most important person in her life.
She doesn’t hesitate.
“Yes, Daddy—fuck. I want it,” she says in a low voice.
It must be different for her being overwhelmed like this. Her life might be in shambles, but I’m here now. I’ll take care of her.
“Good fucking girl,” I say through gritted teeth.
I’m about to come. I could come a thousand times over with her.
But I wait.
I pull out and flip her over, spreading her wide from behind. Then, I push into her slowly, my cock grazing along her G-spot.
And the low moans and groans escaping for her from her let me now I’ve found her deep mystery within.
I thrust slowly, making sure she feels every fucking inch of me.
I hold her hips tightly between my hands and pull her down upon me over and over again.
Her words let me know that she’s close to coming from deep inside.
“It’s too much Nathan. I can’t do it,” she says.
And her words fall on deaf ears. All I can think about is making her come. All I want is to feel her gush around me.
I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her harshly down upon my cock.
It doesn’t take long for her to explode.
Her body is vibrating and quivering around, me and her pussy clenches down even tighter.
She’s coming hard, for me.
“Good girl, now you’re my fucking little slut. Tell me how bad you want it,” I say, my tone growing increasingly dark.
“Yes, Daddy, I fucking want it. More, please.”
Her words send me right over the edge.
I pump into her almost violently, and she meets me all the way. I plunge into her hard and hold on tight, savoring this moment like nothing ever before.
I feel her come, again and again around me. She’s crying my name. It all becomes a deep kind of haze.
And I let myself go with her, within her.
And the earth shatters.
Lightning strikes.
And I know I’ll never let go of this pure sweet angel.
Sienna
Featherlight lips touch my forehead.
Warmth spreads through my body.
My body sings with sleepy pleasure.
I waited for him.
He found me.
My perfect man.
It was Nathan all the time.
He isn’t in the bed now, but his scent lingers on the sheets and on my skin. I am his, he is mine.
I stretch, coming back into my body after the best sleep of my life. My hands trace my slender curves and dip between my legs. I’m deliciously sore. I was stretched and filled last night, and I can’t wait to be again.
I never imagined sex could be like that. Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect. I certainly never knew it could be like that...so intense.
In my head, I replay the moment I felt his cock deep inside me. I felt full, complete in a way I didn’t know I was missing.
I want him again.
I sit up and look around the master bedroom. No sign of my perfect man. I look at the clock and realize I slept the morning away.
I drag my body from the bed, leaving the rumpled sheets as a testament to our love making. I cross the thick carpet to the master bath and start a hot shower.
My limbs are heavy with sleep exhaustion. I feel better now than I have since the night my father died, but I still carry the weight of his death in my soul.
I want to tell him I found Nathan again. I don’t want to tell him what we did, but I want to tell him I’m happy here.
I am.
I’m happy this morning. I thought I would never be happy again, but one night with Nate has changed that forever.
I see hope.
The hot water traces the places on my skin where his hands were. My pussy throbs with the heat of the water. His tongue, his hands, his cock. I crave him. The feeling is new, and I like it.
I can’t wait for him to take me again. I can’t wait to feel my body respond to his.
I shut off the shower, my knees weak from the heat and dirty thoughts running through my head. I braid my hair quickly and towel off my fevered skin.
I’ve had a taste of pleasure, of bliss, and I’m ready for more.
Wrapped in a luxurious robe, I make my way to the kitchen. I put together a couple of cappuccinos and go find Nate. I don’t know what time he got up, but I know that a cappuccino will put him in a good mood.
I want to make him happy.
I want him.
I haven’t really gotten a chance to explore the penthouse, but I quickly find what must be his study. The double door is cracked open.
I hear voices inside.
“Take him out?” I hear Titus question.
I pause and listen at the cracked door. I was hoping Nate would be alone.
“Once and for all, this must end,” Nate says. “James, put a team on him, track him. I’ll take him out, but I need a plan.”
My hands are shaking, I set the hot cappuccinos down on a table near the door.
“Nate, he has some powerful connections. This might be the one you go away for,” Titus is talking now.
The three of them are plotting to kill someone.
“The asshole deserves to die. And this will be our last mission. We can wipe our hands clean once he’s gone,” Nate says.
I want to go home. I want my mother. I don’t want to be dragged into this life of debauchery and shadiness.
“Are you sure, Nate? Is now the time?” James tries to calm him down.
“The asshole is closing in on us. He wants her. And I’ll never allow that to happen. She’s mine.”
I’m suddenly afraid.
I run.
Down the hall, back to my room. My prison.
I thought I knew Nate, but no. He’s a monster and I have to get away.
I lean against the closed door, my heart pounding in my chest. I’ll never be free.
This isn’t love. Last night was just another way to control me. I waited my whole life for him and he used me.
Hot tears hit my cheeks. I’m alone and trapped.
Last night, I felt whole, I gave myself to Nate and felt complete in submitting to him. Now, I feel hollow. I’m alone and empty.
How fucking stupid I was. Why would a mobster, a killer, love me? He told me he wasn’t a good guy, he told me again and again. I sob to myself.
How could I be such an idiot?
I need to get out of here.
I look up at the window. I can see the tops of buildings, I know there’s no way out.
No way out on my own.
If Nate can use me, maybe I can use him—to escape.
I just need an opportunity to get out in the open.
I know what I need to do.
I need to get Nate to take me outside. If only I can get out of this building, I’ll find a way to lose him.
We’re in New York City, after all. It should be easy to get lost here.
I need to get dressed. I can’t give him a chance to see through my plan.
I need to appear normal, and even happy.
I splash cold water on my face and erase the tracks of my tears.
My eyes are bright, and my cheeks glow.
I look at myself in the mirror, naked except for the string of diamonds across my collarbone. I thought I would look different once I lost my virginity.
I was happy when I woke up, but now, I’m frightened of the man who, just a few hours ago, was penetrating me mind, body, and soul.
I quickly put
together the most nondescript outfit I can find.
Jeans and a tee.
I might need to blend with a crowd.
My breathing steadies. I can do this. If Nate can make me think he might love me, I can pretend not to be afraid for an afternoon.
I put on black flats. I wish I had running shoes.
I want to run, far away, and never look back, but I don’t want Nate to get suspicious.
Back down the hall, my stomach catches in my throat when I see the study. One door is completely open now. Good, he’s probably alone.
I pick up the cappuccinos I abandoned next to the door and swallow the last of my nerves.
This is my only chance.
Before he kills again.
Before he takes anything more from me.
I will get away.
Nate
Golden sun pours onto her honeyed skin.
Her head fits perfectly against my shoulder. Her breathing even and easy for the first time.
My Sienna.
Mine.
She is safe.
For now.
I kiss her on the forehead and regretfully untangle myself from her sleep-heavy limbs.
I could stay in bed with my princess all day.
But I can’t, there’s work to do.
I close the door quietly and head to my study. James is bringing me a report this morning on Edison’s movements back in LA.
He and Titus are sitting near my desk, waiting for me.
“Bad news, Nate, he’s still looking. Killing Mr. Rose wasn’t enough. He still wants the girl. Shaw isn’t stopping,” James looks worried.
I sit down at my desk and pour myself a glass of water. I need my head clear right now.
“Does he know we left LA?” I prod.
I remain calm and collected. Sienna’s life is still in danger. I must keep control.
“Not yet,” answers Titus. “Our trail was clean. Looks like he suspected something, but he hasn’t expanded his search just yet. Probably giving you a chance to come clean. He isn’t looking east at all.”
“Yet,” I caution. “Fuck! This isn’t going to end until he is dead, is it?”
“Or until he finds her,” James’ voice is low.
My friends know that isn’t what I want to hear.
I can still smell her on my skin. My Sienna. She’s the push I needed to get out of this mob bullshit. The only way I can keep her safe, or to keep her at all, is to kill again.
I wanted out of this, a clean break, but there’s no way out other than through bloodshed.
“We take Shaw out,” I say, anger creeping in my voice.
Cold steel fills my body. I will do this, and then our lives can start.
“Take him out?” Titus raises an eyebrow.
“Once and for all,” I answer. “James, put a team on him, track him. I’ll take him out, but I need a plan.”
“Nate, he has some powerful connections. This might be the one you go away for,” Titus says.
“The asshole deserves to die. And this will be our last mission. We can wipe our hands clean once he’s gone,” I say.
It’s the only plan. The only way to keep her safe.
“Are you sure, Nate? Is now the time?” James questions.
Now is not the time for fucking reason.
“The asshole is closing in on us. He wants her. And I will never allow that to happen. She’s mine.”
I can hear my heart pound in the silence at the thought of losing her.
Never.
“I can stop at nothing to keep her safe. She’s…” I can’t even finish that sentence.
Sienna is everything good in the world.
She’s light and innocence personified.
There’s no way I can explain this to Titus and James, though my claim over her is evident to all.
“Okay, Nate,” James says, after a pause. “We’ll keep her safe.”
“We have your back,” Titus adds.
I nod at my guys. They leave me alone with the mess on my desk, the mess of a war with Edison Shaw.
I sit back down.
I play taking Edison out again and again in my head. I can almost see the bullet hit him between his cold fat eyes.
There’s a knock at the door.
Sienna stands in the doorway of my study. She’s a vision, even just in jeans and a white tee. My breath catches in my throat.
This is the woman I’ll kill Edison Shaw for.
This is the woman I’d do anything for.
“Good morning, angel,” I say.
The anger leaves my body. All I feel is passion for her.
“I made coffee,” she smiles and steps into the study.
She looks timid, setting the cups on the desk. I stand up and come around the desk to wrap my arms around her.
She’s mine.
Finally.
I kiss her neck. Pressed against her slight frame, my cock hardens. I want her now. I want to strip her naked and take her bent over this desk. I slide a hand up her shirt and caress her smooth stomach.
“Nate, I have to get out of this building,” she sighs.
I slip a finger in the waistband of her jeans.
“Why go out, when we can have so much more fun staying in?” I whisper in her ear darkly.
“Please, Nathan,” she begs. Fuck, I love hearing her beg. “I can’t stay inside on such a beautiful day. Take me out for a walk?”
I pull away from her a little bit.
My Sienna, I can’t deny her, not when she asks for something as simple as a walk. I can keep her safe here in Manhattan. Shaw doesn’t even know we left California yet. I look into her pleading eyes. Anything for her.
“Of course, princess, we’ll go out. You and me.”
“You mean it?”
Her eyes light up, and I think how fucking happy she makes me.
“Yes, baby, we can go out.”
“Thank you, Nate,” she says and kisses me.
I draw her in closer and her hot mouth presses against my own. My cock throbs hard against my pants. I think of last night, how she was spread for me, so vulnerable and exposed.
Fuck, I want that again.
“Now?” she says, looking hopefully at me.
She's just like I remember her.
“Now,” I agree, smiling.
She heads out the door. I text Titus to let him know I’ll be taking Sienna out for the morning.
I grab my Glock 26 from the desk drawer, ready for anything as always.
Sienna’s waiting for me at the elevator. Her back is to me, and I stop to admire her ass in her jeans. She turns, and her face brightens into a smile when she catches my eyes scanning her delicious ass.
“Ready to go?” she asks.
In answer, I take her hand and lead her into the elevator. Her fingers laced with mine feel fucking perfect. Our hands fit.
Outside on the street, we look like two people taking a romantic stroll.
A fucking picture perfect couple.
This is what I want. I want to let my guard down. I want to just enjoy my girl. But I can’t.
With every car that passes, my fingers tighten around hers a little more. I scan the street for anything out of the ordinary. Her safety relies on my vigilance.
People watch us walk by, of course they do. We’re fucking stunning. Sienna may be dressed down in jeans and a t-shirt, but she’s still the most beautiful woman in the world.
Sienna seems to be just enjoying the sun on her skin and the sounds of the city.
I’m enjoying her.
We turn down a street and in front of us beckons the greenery of Central Park.
“Please, can we walk through the park? I’ve never been there, and I miss the grass and nature,” Sienna asks.
I agree, but I check the position of my Glock entering the park.
More danger here, more places for people to hide.
I hold Sienna’s hand tightly, she pulls away a little when we hit the firs
t group of trees. She wants to be set free, but I just can’t do that. I hold her close. I can’t let her out of my sight and I don’t want to let go of her for a moment. Not here.
Sienna relaxes into the walk, I let go of her hand and drape my arm around her shoulder. Peace in the park. What I wouldn’t give to have every day be like this for the rest of our lives.
We make our way across the short side of the park, pass a pond, and go back to the concrete of the city.
Sienna catches sight of the The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
“We have to go, I haven’t had a chance. Please, Nate?”
I look at the imposing doors and the crowd of tourists. Too crowded for my taste. I can do better for my princess.
“Give me a sec,” I answer, pulling her in for a hug.
I hold her to me while I call a curator I helped out last year.
“Chuck, Nate here. I have a VIP with me that needs a private entrance to the Met? Hook me up?”
Sienna looks up at me confused, but when I confirm with Chuck that we can head in the south service entrance, she smiles.
“I don’t need the VIP treatment,” she scolds.
“Sienna, you’re mine and that makes you very important,” I answer, kissing her lightly.
She doesn’t know this is not only to make her happy but to keep her safe.
I will do anything to make her happy.
I will do anything to protect her.
I will do anything to keep her.
Sienna
I’m torn deep inside.
My entire soul seems to breathe a sigh of relief.
I feel light and want to float away like a butterfly.
All that’s happened to me, I could almost push out of my mind.
Almost.
But the death of my father and my kidnapping weigh heavily on me and are always with me.
And then there’s Nate, tying me down like a tether. His hands are always on me. I’m constantly reminded that I’m in this situation because of him.
I’m torn, because it also feels so good.
His strong arms around me.
His commanding hands on my shoulders, the small of my back, steering me through the crowds. Pushing me forward and onward.
His body is always close to mine, always hovering around me, like a human shield.
I’m enjoying his protection. I glance at his eyes and see he’s continually scanning the people around us, watching the crowd. He automatically positions himself between me and any possible threat.
