by Lana Hartley
She throws her head back, sending her hair and a million droplets flying. They sparkle in the pool lights.
Is the putting on a show—for me?
She’s so incredibly sexy that I have to look aside for a moment and then back to assure myself she’s really there.
Sienna.
In my pool.
In my penthouse in NYC.
The apparition of an angel can be fleeting.
But this one’s here to stay.
This one is mine.
And I will keep her.
She’s moving along the length of the pool now, parting the water with her body and quick strides of her arms and kicks of her legs.
She makes it seem so effortless. Like flying comes second nature to a bird. Like an angel who’s been given wings instantly knows how to use them.
She’s going faster now, putting a lot of energy into it. I know the water temperature feels perfect on her naked body.
I want to glide my hands over her skin, feel that perfect tight body of hers.
I can’t contain my desire any longer. I exhale a breath long held and allow myself to give in to my excitement. I slide my hand down into my pants where my erection is already straining hard against the fabric.
I take out all twelve inches of my manhood.
Sienna reaches the end of the pool, rolls over in the water and continues on with backstrokes now.
Oh yeah, show me those perfect tits again.
My hand begins sliding up and down my rock-hard cock. I can’t help it.
The sun glinting on her body in the water, the softness of her flesh, which I can almost feel, the flow of her hair trailing behind her, the sharp line her body is tracing in the pool, they’re all making me do it.
Her lips part slightly as she inhales and exhales.
I rub my thumb over the tip of my cock and imagine her tongue, licking me, enveloping my shaft, her wet mouth taking me in.
She completes another lap and turns. She’s doing a fast crawl, and moves her ass from side to side.
I have to steady myself with one palm against the window frame. The grip of my right hand tightens around my cock as I feverishly move my fist.
Sienna, what are you making me do?
I want to spank that ass for it. I want the slap to ring out over the water. I want to feel her wet body against mine in the pool, grab her, hold her tight.
I want to enter her and fuck her right there so the waves are splashing all around us.
I’m obsessed with her.
Every moment, I think of Sienna.
Every fiber of my being wants to be near her, with her always. Forever.
My hand smacks into my crotch, again and again, and I’m nearly there. I’m breathing heavy in anticipation.
Has she worn herself out? It’s hard to imagine Sienna running out of energy.
Whatever she wanted to achieve, she’s found her release. She seems calmer now.
She’s floating on her back again, idly moving her arms and legs to slowly rotate her body on the surface. It’s almost as if she’s presenting herself to me from every angle.
I’m gonna come all over you, I think, fixated on her tits as her chest heaves and falls slowly.
Spread those legs for me again. Flash your pussy.
And she does, slightly parting her legs, as if she knows what I need, what I want. It’s fucking magical, this energy, I swear there’s a connection.
Her hand quickly touches herself down there in the water, as if my gaze tickled her, and she rubs her breasts once.
That does it for me. I can’t contain myself anymore and explode all over the windowpane. My cum shines in the sunlight filtering in.
I breathe with relief while Sienna in the pool below paddles as if nothing happened, oblivious to my release.
She doesn’t have a clue, my angel, how she makes me feel.
Or does she?
I’m wondering how it’s possible that despite all the crimes Edison forced me to commit, all the pain he inflicted, this is what gives me a faint feeling of sin.
Pleasuring myself to her innocence and purity.
Lusting after my angel.
I need to rinse off. I’ll have the fucking maid clean up the mess.
I step into the shower and let the water beat hard against my body.
Yet as soon as she’s out of my sight, I’m concerned for her safety again. It’s all that matters to me right now. Of course, my best men and a whole team are there for her protection.
But I feel it should fall to me. It should be my calling to keep her safe, always.
She’s my perfect angel, and I’m responsible for her now.
I turn the water to cold and hurry up in the shower, not wanting to leave her alone out there. I push all thoughts of Edison Shaw out of my mind. He has no access to her, has no power here.
I put on fresh clothes, a casual but stylish outfit. It’s a luxurious understatement. I don my shades and stroll out to the pool.
She’s sprawled on a lounge chair, a towel draped over her waist. She’s wearing sunglasses and has her face angled at the sun. Her perky tits are just perfect and nearly manage to make me give into my lust again.
I look over and nod at her, as if this was a chance encounter by two casual acquaintances. Her clothes are still bundled up where she left them.
As I saunter over, I realize there are other things apart from a swimsuit that she’s lacking.
I sit down on the edge of the chair next to her at an angle, so I’m not speaking directly into her face.
“You should put on some sun lotion,” I suggest.
She shrugs.
“There’s a whole range of care products over there with the towels,” I point out. “But your precious, delicate skin deserves something special. There are probably also a few odds and ends you’re missing to make you comfortable.”
She looks at me expectantly.
“So I was thinking,” I say, drawing out my words, “How would you like to go shopping?”
Sienna
Of course, I want to go shopping.
I jump at Nate’s offer.
Anything to get me out of the penthouse.
Also, I really do need clothes and other necessities I’m missing here in his home.
We’re now in the limo.
I have no clue what stores he’s taking me to, but I’m happy just to be out.
“Where are we going, exactly?” I ask him.
“I thought we should take care of the clothes issue first. We’ll visit Chanel, Versace, Gucci, and others of the sort. Only the best for you.”
Wow. There’s only one problem with his extravagant plan.
“I don’t have any way to pay for anything I find in those stores, Nate. I just realize I don’t have any way to pay for anything today.”
Shit. There goes the shopping trip.
“Sienna, I am more than capable of buying whatever you need, no matter the price. In case you didn’t notice at the penthouse, I have money. Plenty to spare for a shopping spree today.”
“I did notice,” I say. “You’re going to buy everything?”
“Yes. Anything you want, you can have,” he affirms.
My initial excitement for our excursion returns.
He puts me on guard in the next instant when he states, “With one condition.”
He’s flashing that devilish smile again.
“What condition do you have in mind?” I ask warily.
He digs into his pocket to pull out his wallet.
He retrieves his black card, grasping it between his index and middle finger.
“The condition is, I’ll let you buy whatever you want—as long as you model every piece of clothing you try on. Agree?”
I hesitate for a split second. It’s just trying on clothes and then showing him. Hell, if I’m comfortable swimming naked in his pool without worrying about him seeing me, I can model a few outfits for him.
It’ll be fun. Yet an
other way I can torture him the way he tortures me.
I flash him an innocent smile.
“Agreed,” I state.
We’re soon going from store to store.
I’m standing in a dressing room, trying on yet another outfit.
This one is simple compared to the others I’ve tried.
It’s a figure-hugging blood red dress with long sleeves. The front is cut low to accentuate my décolletage. There isn’t a back to the dress, so the whole expanse is on display. The hem falls just above my knees, and a slit runs up the side of my right leg.
It’s sexy and seductive. My skin’s on full display.
I have a huge smile on my face.
Nate is going to love this, and it will have the desired effect I’m going for.
Desire.
Torture.
I’ll give him a show.
I walk out of the dressing room, sensually swaying my hips as I go.
Nate is sitting in a chair facing the platform that’s surrounded by mirrors. He’s in the best position to get a look at every angle of my outfit.
He’s on the phone, conducting what I assume is business.
It’s what he’s been doing the whole time in every store. But each time I come out, his eyes become glued to me.
This time is no different.
He watches intently as I walk up the raised platform.
I look at myself in every mirror. I know I look good. The dress is simple but amazing.
It works perfectly with my skin tone and hair. It doesn’t overwhelm nor underplay my features.
I see Nate still staring at me in the mirror.
I turn around to face him so he can get a look at how I look from the back, and to give him a clear few of the front.
The intensity of his stare never wavers. Even as he converses with whoever he’s on the phone with, he can’t seem to get enough of me no matter what I wear.
I smile seductively at him.
It’s the first time I’ve truly smiled since Daddy died.
I haven’t thought of that horrible night since we got in the limo and started shopping. It’s distracted me from my current situation, and surprisingly, I’m happy.
I’m genuinely glad to be in this moment with Nate.
He makes me feel grounded and content under his intensely sexy gaze.
It’s not just being in this store, trying on exquisite clothes that I feel this way.
Nate is always watching me, protecting me, and making sure I’m safe.
Right now, though I’m content to be under his scrutiny and to show off the clothing for him, he honestly didn’t have to make it a condition to use his card to pay for everything.
I would’ve wanted to show him. I want to see the desire and attraction in his eyes when he sees me dressed in clothes like this.
He suddenly ends his call.
Sitting back in the chair, he licks his lips.
“Well?” I ask to break the silence. “What do you think?”
He twirls his finger to indicate that he wants me to spin around.
I slowly do as he commands.
I feel sexy in the dress, but with Nate scrutinizing me, I feel fucking sensational.
It’s empowering to have a man like Nate—dangerous, domineering, sexy—completely focused on me. No one else.
He stands up. He turns me to face the mirrors while gripping my waist. His body presses against my back. I feel his erection pressing against my ass.
Our gazes meet in the mirror. His lips brush against my ear.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sienna. Don’t even think about leaving here without purchasing this dress. Understand?”
I simply nod in agreement.
“Good,” he whispers before placing a kiss on the side of my neck.
I shiver.
He returns to the chair to make another phone call.
I walk back to the fitting room.
Standing there, still in the dress, I touch my neck where Nate kissed me. God, his lips feel amazing no matter where they land on me. The simple kiss on my neck brings back the memory of his kiss the night before.
My body heats and becomes aroused just from the memory.
His lips.
The taste of him as we consumed each other.
It’s still fresh in my mind. As if I could ever forget.
I start to peel myself out of the dress to try on the next piece of clothing.
Even while I do this, Nate consumes my thoughts.
I was obsessed with him when we were younger. I wanted him as a companion, as a friend, and so much more.
Back then, it was the desire of a teenage girl who wanted a cute boy to be her boyfriend. I wanted him to dote on me.
Now? We’re both adults. Grown adults who are close to ripping each other’s clothes off, to consume one another, body and soul.
The lust and sexual tension raging between us is like nothing else.
What was once a teenaged fantasy is slowly becoming reality.
A reality more intense than either of us could have imagined back when we were younger.
The fact that I’m essentially his prisoner and I want to escape back home to my mother is irrelevant in these consuming moments we keep finding ourselves in.
I think of nothing else in these moments except Nate.
Nate’s touch.
Nate’s lips.
Nate’s everything.
Does that make me addicted to Nathan Sharp?
Maybe.
Do I care?
Nope.
I finish showing Nate the rest of the clothes I picked to try on in this store.
The red dress is tucked into one of the black shopping bags when we leave.
The rest of the day continues in the same manner.
“Are you hungry?” Nate asks.
“Starving!” I respond.
“Let’s have dinner. I know the perfect place.”
Nate
Being away from her physically is killing me. I desperately want to sink my cock into her tight little pussy. I guess that’s what this is all leading up to.
Maybe I’ve taken her shopping and built this whole evening around one thing...I’m ready to claim what’s mine. But at the same time, I hold back because I know how dark I am.
She’s an angel, innocent.
And me? I’m a hardened criminal. I’m the bad guy. And a part of me thinks she deserves better.
This girl certainly threw a wrench in my plans.
I’ve been planning to overtake Edison for a while, but she’s pushed that dream to the forefront.
Suddenly, my entire life revolves around protecting her.
I would die for her.
That much is evident.
I’m trying to avoid bloodshed. Trying to avoid an all-out war with Edison Shaw.
But things moved a little faster than I wanted. My transition to being the leader of the most notorious factions of crime in the world isn’t as smooth as I’ve hoped.
I look at her, dressed in her new clothes, a lacy black number from Chanel.
She looks gorgeous and happy.
I’m glad I could at least put a smile on her face for this moment. I know she’s been reeling from the death of her father, grieving him.
In a sense, I did, too.
I never imagined in a thousand years that the hit could be on Hudson Rose, the man who was so kind to me when I was growing up. This furthers my resolve to take down Edison Shaw. He took away her father, her smile is gone, and it’s all his fault.
Had I known, I would’ve stopped it. This is a fact I’m gonna have to live with my entire life, among other things.
Edison has to go. He has made me into this blackened monster, and I refuse to be that anymore. Not when I have this shining ray of hope in my life.
Everything has changed because of Sienna.
I find myself thinking about her all the time, obsessing about her every move.
I feel possessiv
e in a way I never have before. I feel like she’s mine.
But it’s more than that—I know she’s mine. She’s the one I’ve been waiting for my entire fucking life. I knew it when we were kids, but now that she’s all grown up—and so am I—things have changed.
I guess you can say we always have that foundation of friendship between us, but now I crave her in carnal and sinful ways. I can’t keep my mind clean when it comes to Sienna. Right now is no fucking different.
She’s drinking champagne and looking out the window of the limousine. She looks like a perfect angel, a goddamn supermodel.
“Where are we going?” she asks me with a hint of hope in her voice.
This is at least one question I can answer for her.
“A new restaurant in town. It’s called Nova. It’s said to be the very best. And I know because it’s my place.”
“You’re taking me out to dinner?” she says incredulously.
Yeah, I’m taking her out.
It’s the least I can do. She’s been cooped up for too long. I can tell she was aching to get out.
Besides, since I own the place, I know it’ll be safe. I already have my guys securing the place as we speak.
“Didn’t you want to go?” I ask her. “Because if not, we can swing back around and go home,” I say jokingly.
“No! I definitely didn’t say that. I want to go out,” she says happily.
The smile on her face is worth every fucking moment of this.
I wish I could give her the world. I wish I could give her freedom. But it’s damn near impossible.
The limousine takes us around back. I grab her hand and lead her inside.
My guys are there. The place is flooded with security. I won’t take a risk when it comes to Sienna.
I escort her into the VIP room. It’s a single table surrounded by heavy velvet curtains and many wine bottles. It’s romantic as fuck, if I do say so myself.
The chef comes out and personally introduces himself to Sienna. He’s the best in town. I’ve made sure of that.
Then he recommends a bottle of wine that goes well with our five-course meal.
I take it from his hands and open it. I pour her a glass, and she stares at me in that way that only she can do.
She looks at me as though she can see through all of my walls and barriers. She looks at me like she’s penetrating my goddamn soul.
