by Vivien Vale
He pushes an envelope toward me and I open it.
"It's the blackmail letter," he says.
Sienna and I both read the nearly illegible scrawled handwriting.
"It says he was an employee of the mine that father shut down," she says as we squint to make it out.
"Yup, that's right," Jax says. "And now he's come back for some misguided retribution."
"But father had to close it,” Sienna says, wrinkling her brow. “That's when we lost everything. He couldn't afford to run that mine anymore."
"I know, Sienna," Jax says gruffly, and I can't say I like his tone.
The letter describes how the man is pissed that the mine closed and it ruined his career. Now he's out to exact revenge. He threatens to bring Jax down before the election by portraying Sienna as a prostitute and Jax as being in collusion with me with the prostitution ring. The one that doesn’t fucking exist.
Sienna and I look at each other, realization dawning.
We are both thinking the same thing. This is the same guy who she went out with, that old man, the informant who’s also threatening Alchema, It has to be. It’s too much of a coincidence otherwise. Now it all makes sense.
"We're familiar with this guy," I tell Jax, my mouth setting in a hard line. "He's the one who's painting your sister as a prostitute. He threatened me, saying he’d expose me for being a part of this prostitution ring, and that's why we're putting on this charade of being together, to try to deflect the rumors.”
I cut my eyes toward Sienna and wonder what she thinks every time I refer to our arrangement as a charade.
It feels like it's deeper than that.
Like maybe we’re both finally ready to be together, but I can't be sure of her feelings so I say nothing.
My mind wanders through the last couple nights when we've been together. It's been a torrent of emotion. Wild nights like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Ever.
Sienna meets my gaze, then drops her eyes and twists her fingers together. She must have this on her mind too. There's no way she can deny that what we have goes beyond a mere charade.
"Wait a minute," Jax says. "This guy is the reason for your front?" His eyes narrow in on us. "Doesn't seem like much of a front to me."
"Jax," I say. "You’re here asking for our help. If you can't be respectful towards your sister, then just go."
His eyebrows fly up. "She’s the reason all of this is happening in the first place," he says, turning toward her. "I warned you not to get involved with that escort service. Didn't I tell you?"
Her eyes fill with tears. I know she already feels shitty enough that she and I have been having to prove to the public that she's no prostitute. The last thing she needs is a guilt trip from her brother.
I set my coffee mug on the table, gritting my teeth in an attempt to rein in my anger. "Don't blame her, Jax. I’m certain the guy would've found a way to get to you no matter what."
"Yeah, well, she made our family an easy target."
"That's enough!" I slam my fist on the table. I'm getting pissed now.
No one will disrespect her in my presence. I reach for her and pull her into my lap, holding her close as I brush away her tears.
"Don't listen to him, Sienna. Your brother’s just looking for a scapegoat. This isn’t your fault."
She peers up at me through tear-stained eyes. "Thank you."
"It's okay, baby." I pull her against my chest. Turning to Jax, I say, "You and I are enemies. Don't think I don't know that. But we’re in on this thing together. If this guy takes you down, I’ll likely go with you. That's why I'm willing to help. Let's put our differences aside and stop this motherfucker. Then we can go back to being enemies."
Jax stares angrily at the way my hands are on Sienna.
He gets up and says, "No way. Forget it. You know, I thought I could do this, but I can't. To see you two flaunting this in front of me is just too much."
"Hey," I say. "You came to me for help, not the other way around."
"You know what, Leo? All you've ever done is to cause me trouble. I don't know what I was expecting from you, but this certainly isn’t it. I should have known better. From the moment you walked into my life, things have been a struggle. A competition. But you know what? The last ten years without you have been pure bliss."
"Good," I say, gently moving Sienna from my lap. I stand up and come toe to toe with Jax. "Why don't we go back to that?"
"Fine by me." He stalks back toward the French doors leading back into the penthouse, apparently finished with me. And that’s fine. I'm fucking glad to see him go.
"Besides,” he continues, “you're the reason all of this is going down. If it weren't for you and the way you've been seen all around town with my sister none of this would be happening. It's your fault, and you make me absolutely sick. You need to stay away from our family for good."
The guy just won’t take the blame for anything. Or realize that there isn’t actually anyone to blame. This is just a fucked up situation. Fallout from the shit his family endured. But he obviously needs someone to deflect the blame to. First it was Sienna’s fault, now it’s mine. Whatever. I’m just about done with this fucker.
He delivers one final glare towards Sienna. "I'm warning you, Sienna. You better break this thing off for good."
He leaves and we don't bother to walk him out. I should've known Jax was still Jax. Nothing about him has changed. He's dragging Sienna down with him. No matter what’s happened over the last ten years, he’s still sure I’m not enough for his precious sister. Yet he has no problem belittling and blaming her. I shake my head. I don’t fucking get the guy.
But that’s not what’s most important here. Sienna’s hurt by her brother’s harsh words, and I can’t fucking stand her thinking any of this is her fault. Jax is the one who ruined my life by pulling me away from her. If he’d kept out of it, who knows where Sienna and I would be now? I can guarantee she would have ever needed to take a job as a fucking escort. So yeah, some of the blame does fall on Jax.
At this moment, I'm wishing nothing more than that I'd defied him and stayed with her. But the question still remains, would she have loved me back when I was penniless? That’s an answer I may never get.
We hear him slam the door.
"Let's go inside," I say. "He's gone."
I help her up and out of the sun that’s warmed things up considerably. She sinks into a leather sofa and curls her legs up to her chest.
"I'm sorry, Leo," she says. "None of this is your fault like he said. It's all my fault. Both Jax and you warned me about staying out of the escort business, but I was too stubborn to see why. I needed money, and I guess that blinded me. This is all my doing."
She's crying again and I can't bear to see it.
"It's not your doing, baby,” I say, going to her. “I promise we'll make this right, even without Jax's help."
This seems to give her hope. "We will? You mean you'll still help fix things? Even after all he said?"
"Of course," I say as I pull her up off the couch and into my arms. "I'll help because you're involved. I would do anything to protect you."
I know I’ve once again said too much, but I don't care right now. All I can think about is dragging Sienna back to my bedroom to make her forget all about this sinister drama. She deserves a happy life, and I want to be the one to give it her.
I just have no fucking clue how to make that happen.
Chapter 21
Sienna
Leo has a way of making me feel calm even when everything seems to go wrong. Jax's early morning visit has me on edge and it makes me question everything that's going on with Leo. He's put himself in harm's way to try to protect both Jax and I from this prostitution scandal, so I don't know why my brother's so pissed and not a bit grateful.
Hopefully I can be the one to show Leo my eternal gratitude. Screw my brother. He's always trying to get involved in my business, especially my love life. He thinks it's his job to th
reaten every boyfriend I have.
But Leo's not even a boyfriend. He's just an old flame from the past that I'm becoming dangerously obsessed with. I’m not supposed to fall in love with Leo Asher. He's the guy you have fun with, not marry. At least that's the vibe he puts off to the world.
I sigh and pull back from Leo’s embrace. It's too early for me to care about anything but coffee.
"Hey, Leo, I'm going to grab some more espresso and then use your bathtub if that's okay."
"What's mine is yours,” he says, though there's a glimmer of something that I can't place in his eyes...I've lit him up but I'm not sure how.
The machine hums out more coffee and I take it with me to his master bath. Being in here is like having a spa within the house. I need to take advantage of its every perk for the next month.
I turn the water on in the huge tub, light some candles, and proceed to undress. My ass and my body still look in perfect shape even though I haven't made it to yoga since this whole debacle began. It must be those evening workouts that Leo's been giving me.
It's hard to keep up with him. He's got the stamina of a machine and the body of a professional athlete.
I smooth my hands over my full, perky breasts. I know he likes them. I catch him staring all the time. His stares hold the promise of the dark desires we both crave. Every time he looks at me, my body tenses up with pure craving. Does he feel that too?
I step into the bathtub that's overflowing with bubbles and let the warm, silky water cascade over my skin. It flows over every aching crevice and muscle. Like I said, Leo provides a workout every single day. My body feels like I've been in boot camp.
I close my eyes and sink back into the tub, trying to forget all about Jax. I'm not going to let my brother ruin this morning. We had an amazing night, and I just want to pretend the last hour never happened.
The next thing I know, soft jazz music is playing over the embedded speakers. I open my eyes and there's Leo.
"Mind if I join you?"
Even though his tub is massive, having his large 6'5 frame in here is going to cause all kinds of trouble, trouble that I think I'd like to have.
"Of course, come in."
He steps out of his clothes and then there it is. His giant cock standing at attention. I don’t even realize I’m licking my lips until Leo groans.
“Fuck, Sienna. Look what you do to me.”
There's that glimmer in his eye again. He must've planned this the moment I said, "bathtub."
He puts one leg in and then the other. Water spills over the side of bathtub as he lowers himself in. There's just no room for a man of his stature.
"Leo," I say, my eyes glinting. "You're just too...big."
He gets the innuendo and to my surprise takes my hand under the water and puts it on his huge cock.
Fuck me.
It's so hard. I twist my palm up and down his huge shaft. He moans and lies back, resting his head against the white porcelain.
I work my magic over and over before finally sliding myself towards him. I hoist myself up to straddle his thighs and gently ease his cock inch by sweet inch into my needy pussy.
I push my hand against his chest to stabilize myself as take his cock inside of me. Being on top makes his cock press into me just right, making my body shiver in anticipation of what’s to come—me—and then I’ve taken his whole length. He’s bottomed out inside me.
"Does that feel good?" he asks, looking at me through lowered lids.
"Yes," gasp, as he thrusts up into me. I put my arms around his neck and grind against him, moving my hips up and down, finding a slow rhythm.
I like to be on top. I can control my own orgasm. And I get to feel like I control him, even though nothing could be farther from the truth. He allows me this playtime and even heightens my pleasure by clamping down on my nipple with his teeth.
"Ow, Leo, fuck."
My tits are in his face and he's loving every minute of it. He twists and pinches one with his fingers as he sucks and nibbles on the other. It turns me on so much. I rock against him harder and faster. My clit is swollen and pulsing, and this angle I've found is perfect.
"Oh God, Leo, yeah." I grind my hips down to relieve some of the pressure in my clit, and mini explosions start sounding off in my body.
The combination of his lips around my nipple and me controlling this big strong guy is just too fucking good.
I groan and whimper, chasing my release. He sucks on my tits and then his mouth finds its way to mine. We’re kissing this time while we’re fucking, and he's letting me just ride him for as long as I want. It’s too much. The sensations are building and that familiar warmth rises in my body.
"Mmm baby, yes. God, yes!"
I tremble and quiver around his cock. My muscles tighten around him. I come all over his cock, squeezing it and massaging it.
He smiles as I pant and try to catch my breath.
"That was so..."
"Fucking mind-blowing?"
I laugh. "Exactly."
I climb off him and go back to my corner where I rest my head. That was exactly what I needed. The perfect way to start the day.
He takes my hand and pulls me back towards him.
"I'm not done with you yet," he says.
He never seems to be done with me. He can’t get enough of me. Just like I can’t get enough of him.
I watch as he pulls himself out of the tub and beckons me to follow. I'm dripping wet—everywhere—and he throws me a robe that I snuggle into. It's so warm and I'm still just completely floating, on cloud nine.
He stands by the sink, watching me, and I recognize the dark look in his eyes. It's time for him to be in control again. I've had my fun and it's made him thirsty for me.
Without him even having to ask, I sink down to my knees in front of him. Wet bubbles tickle my legs.
I tug at the robe so it falls down around me so he has a nice view of my tits from above. I know he likes to see me like this, down on my knees in submission, practically begging for him to let me suck his cock.
"Tell me how you want it," he says.
His huge cock is right in front of my face and I can't resist the urge to lick the length of the full ten inches. I start to take the tip into my hot little mouth.
He pulls my face back though.
Again he says, "Tell me first what I want to hear."
I'll say it. I don't care. All I know is I need this cock penetrating me in some way, somehow, in some hole, I don’t care which.
"Yes, Leo. I want your big cock deep in my throat. Fuck me. Please."
"That's better."
He pushes my head towards him and I lick and suck and tease his cock until it’s all wet and dripping. I go at my own pace and I can tell he likes it. But eventually he takes my hair and moves my head to the rhythm that he wants.
I'm trying to keep up and yet moaning around his cock because it's just too good. I try to yell and scream as my own desire heightens, but all my sounds are muffled by his thick cock.
I tighten my lips around him and moan again, and this seems to send him right over the edge. He casts me one ravenous look as though the sight of him fucking my face is the best thing ever and then he holds my head still as he pumps and releases his load down my throat.
I’m lapping it up but I’m also ready for more. I need to feel him deep inside me. And knowing Leo, there’s plenty more in store for me this morning.
Chapter 22
Leo
I hold Sienna tightly by the hair and pump my load into her mouth. A part of me wants to pull out and see it spray all over her face and tits but the warm, tight feeling of her throat and the way she’s gagging on it makes me not want to ever leave her perfect mouth.
I watch her lap up all the sticky cum. My girl loves my cum. She doesn’t want to waste a single drop and the thought is enough to make me fucking blow an even stronger load out than I already do. I wanna feed her all my cum and then give her more. I want to give her ev
erything.
I barely catch my breath when she stands up crooks her finger, imploring me to follow her to the bedroom. I’d follow her perfect, tight little body anywhere. A part of me finds a twisted satisfaction in knowing she can’t get enough of my cock. She’s never had anyone like me, guaranteed.
The sight of Sienna sprawled out across my bed is seductive torment. I immediately go from half-mast to rock hard again but this time I have a plan. She wants it so bad? Trust me she’ll have it.
I open the drawer to the nightstand and pull out a pair of handcuffs. Her eyes widen, and she looks a little timid.
“Ever done this before?” I ask in all seriousness.
She shakes her head no.
“Good. I want to be your first.”
I fucking love that I’ve been her first in a lot of things we’re doing together.
But I wonder if she trusts me enough to do it? I hurt her before and I hope that won’t impede her willingness to open her mind to the thought of me conquering her in this way.
I clank the steel cuffs together and the noise makes her bite her lip.
Yeah, she’s willing. She wants it.
Fuck yes.
“Trust me Sienna, okay? Just know that I’ll never push you too hard. I know your limits, okay?”
“Alright.”
I climb on top of her and pull her arms up over her head. I’ve got one of those Herculean beds with posts that are the size of tree trunks. I cuff her wrists to either side of it then step back and look at my handiwork.
She looks fucking gorgeous sprawled out on my bed liked, her body pliant and exposed and mine for the taking.
She looks at me tentatively so I start slow. Very slow.
It makes me crazy thinking about playing out my dark desires with Sienna. And the fact that she’s loved every bit of my dominance so far, even if she won’t admit it.
“I want to hear you say you only want me, you’ve only ever wanted me.”
The defiance in her eyes screams my answer.
This both turns me on and infuriates me. I’ve thought only about her for ten years and I expect the same from her.
“You shouldn’t be so cocky when you’re chained to my bed post.”
