by Pamela Ann
I was beyond angry; however, Hell would freeze over before I let him see how hurt I was. “He just glanced here—don’t look back!”
Ugh. I can’t do this. This is beyond pathetic. I am beyond pathetic!
“Take me to the dance floor, lover.” I nervously smiled at my friend, offering my hand to him.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Chad’s a blast on the floor and, before I knew it, Luce, Toby and Sam had joined the commotion. Chad grabbed another man’s attention, so he was dancing somewhere amidst the throng of people. Luce and Toby were dancing and laughing with each other. So, that left me with Sam who was giving me a kind smile. As we danced next to each other, he leaned in and asked, “Where’s the boyfriend?”
I laughed. “No, no, he wasn’t my boyfriend; an ex is more like it.”
Smiling, he leaned in a bit more. “So, what do you do, Sienna? Apart from breaking hearts, that is?”
Ha! If he only knew!
“Well, I’m still in uni, but for the most part, my time is dedicated to breaking hearts here and there, lighting up drama whenever I can.” I was laughing and fluffing him up with his own joke. He was certainly easy to converse with. He wasn’t handsome, but his kind eyes and demeanor made him likable.
“Come on, love, let’s get something to drink! I’m parched!” It was announced by the thirsty Lucy as she tried to catch her breath while she actively fanned herself with her hand.
“Let’s!”
The scene at the booth hadn’t changed much. The fucking woman was still on his lap, but she was now openly caressing his neck and chest from the unbuttoned, midnight blue dress shirt that matched his eyes.
They can go fuck themselves. I couldn’t care less.
Ignoring them, Sam poured us both champagne and I gladly took a huge gulp.
Arching her brow with curiosity, Lucy asked Sam and I, “What were you two discussing earlier? I’ve never heard Sienna laugh like that.” Lucy leaned on the table as she eyed us with amusement.
“We were discussing her full-time job as a heartbreaker!”
“Yup! He was telling me how his heart was broken when I turned him down. He wanted a quick shagging in the bathroom, apparently.” I even tsk-tsked, loving the whole light-hearted banter. “Such a naughty boy you are, Sam!” I added to boot.
Everyone laughed and Luce almost choked on her champagne. Chad appeared out of nowhere, dripping with sweat and a huge smile like he had just won the lottery. “OMG! Did you see how hot that guy was? I must have died and gone to Heaven.” He sat next to me and grabbed my champagne glass, emptying the contents.
“Excited much?” I studied my friend who had a sheen of perspiration glazed on his forehead and his face lit up like Christmas.
“I am. Oh, by the way, I meant to tell you, we’re shooting on Thursday. So you better make sure you bring your sexy-fucking-kitten look. You and Troy are going to be Hot! Hot! Hot!” Chad’s excitement was bouncing off him.
“Wait, what? You model for him?” Sam looked interested and intrigued.
“Yeah, he’s a photographer and he’s awesome! He also sort of needs me to do a few stills for his upcoming show which is in—what? Seven weeks?” I squeaked, glancing back at Chad who was busying himself with another glass of champagne.
“Definitely, and Sam, you’re invited,” he finally managed to reply to Sam, winking at him. Such a flirt, this Chad!
“Wouldn’t miss it. I want to see the ‘sexy-fucking-kitten’ look out of curiosity,” Sam responded with ease.
I’m sure he did. What the hell did ‘sexy-fucking-kitten’ look like anyway? I cringed. I’ve never modeled before. Let alone have it shown in front of everyone and have it dissected for everyone’s pleasure. It was mystifying, but I already promised Chad. I couldn’t let him down.
“Oh! Don’t mind him. I’m sure it’s going to be nice and appropriate!”
“Honey, it’s going to be far from nice and appropriate! I can see it now!” Chad closed his eyes as he pictured it in his mind. “You’re going to be sexual and you’ll have that ‘fuck me’ look. Troy will be doing the same, touching you sensually. It’s going to be a feast for the eyes. Carnal and raw.”
Christ. I needed a drink. “That Troy better bring it or I’m packing my bags.”
“Trust me; he’s hot! Though not as hot as you are, Blake!” Why did Chad like to bring Blake into our conversations randomly? Just because the freaking man was almost perfect, didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of being an insensitive prick! Stupid playboy jerk, I thought haughtily.
Blake smiled at Chad’s comment before he averted his gaze back to me. He studied me while the woman caressed him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.
My eyes flickered to the girl. That stupid woman was seriously lapping it up. She was kissing his neck and toying with his hair. I smirked. Yeah, keep massaging his ego you stupid flirt; it’s already massive and unmanageable.
I looked away in disgust and anger from their display of foreplay.
Honestly, it was stupid. I didn’t have the right to be angry.
I honestly didn’t.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Luce and Toby wanted to go home, so we all decided it was best to leave together. It was two in the morning and I was ready to get some rest anyway.
“Want to split cabs? I’ll have you dropped off first?” Chad asked.
“She’s coming with me. There’s something we have to discuss.” I looked at Blake agape. What was he talking about? No, we don’t.
“Oh, boo you!” Chad pouted. “You lovers enjoy the night then.” He smiled, showing off his perfect white teeth.
I rolled my eyes. Seriously, Chad?
Everyone shuffled to leave, saying quick goodbyes. I looked around expecting to see his “friend;” however, she was nowhere to be found.
“She’s not here.” Of course she isn’t. He probably just dropped her like a hot potato the moment he realized we were all leaving.
Typical.
“What do we have to talk about? I thought you were perfectly clear yesterday. There’s no need to rehash it,” I seethed, angry at his ever-changing attitude. Is he bipolar? No, he isn’t. He just likes brain-fucking. He’s a pro at that.
“My flat is only a couple of blocks away. Walking it off would be a good idea, unless you don’t agree?” He peered at me, hands in his pockets, his tone more serious.
“Walking is fine. I don’t want to be confined next to you in a cab.” I didn’t mean to be snappy, yet it was irritating that he thought he could just bulldoze his way around. He hadn’t even had the decency to ask if I wanted to go with him, he’d simply assumed that I would. Well, I was curious and I would’ve gone anyway, but all he had to do was ask.
We didn’t speak to each other. I would’ve bitten his head off with more snarky comments if he’d tried. He stopped outside his building and held the door for me. The man behind the desk looked up. “How do you do, Mr. Knightly?”
“Hello, Scott. This is Ms. Sienna Richards, one of my best friends.”
I greeted Scott as we headed for the elevator. He still wasn’t really my favorite person, even with the silence from us both the entire walk home. I was still angry and a little disconcerted by his coveting display with the biotch earlier.
Are you sure you aren’t just jealous? What if I am, so what? It doesn’t change anything.
I was a bit miffed that he’d started the whole thing between us then immediately decided not to pursue it any longer. Now our friendship was hanging in the balance. I can’t stop thinking about his kisses, either. He’s incorrigible.
Riding the confines of the elevator in utter silence, I couldn’t help it when I flinched from the pain in the soles of my feet. Even if it had only been a couple of blocks of walking with three-inch heels, it had been murderous. I would have given anything to soak in a hot bath. I sighed loudly and he didn’t even bother to turn around to ask if I was okay. Douche.
Entering
his apartment, Blake flipped a switch and the lights flickered, surrounding the place with a soft glow. It looked too intimate for my liking. Maybe I should bail and just go home? My hands were fidgety. My palms were sweaty. He better start talking before I collapse from a nervous breakdown.
I stood in the middle of the living room. Memories of the weekend that I’d spent there with him flashed through my mind. Nostalgia can really dampen one’s emotions, I thought with wry amusement.
Blake went straight to the bar, poured a glass of brandy and gulped the entire contents in one go. Why was he stalling?
I stared at him, hands on my hips, glaring. “Talk.”
“Why are you acting this way, Sienna?” His passive tone rubbed me irritatingly. The nerve! He’s acting like a royal, stupid jerk!
“How should I be acting Blake? With your little display of shenanigans tonight, why are you even surprised? You’re such an insensitive prick!”
He moved toward me and his scowl deepened. “Are you fucking serious? I’m the insensitive one? Were you not the one who brought your ex and danced with him while… while I sat there and watched his hands all over you, groping and fondling your body? Right. In. Front. Of. Me.” I felt hot all over. His close proximity bothered me and I was having trouble being coherent. “It took every ounce of my power not to smash his face in. I did that. For you!” Blake’s beautiful face contorted with fury. He even looks hot and sexy when he’s angry.
Damn it, Sienna. Get your head out of the gutter!
“I didn’t realize you were watching the whole time,” I whispered slowly.
“Well, that’s where you’re wrong. I watched you like a hawk all night.” His face was mere inches away.
My heart’s about to jump out of my body, I swear.
Snaking my tongue to wet my lips, I gazed up with a questioning look. “Why? You ended things—”
Raking his hand through his hair, he spoke, “I did and I meant it last night. That’s why tonight was difficult. I was jealous and it obliterated me. Seeing you with him, it seriously caught me off guard. I was raving mad, gutted, and I wanted to return the favor by making you jealous.” Cupping my cheek with his thumb, he went on, “I’m sorry for being such an arse. I want you; God, help me.” His voice wavered. “I want you like no other. Give me another chance?” His eyes were sad and full of remorse as they sought my own.
Damn that cute accent of his. It melts me like a complete moron.
“I’ll be busy in Marbella for the next couple of months looking over the project. I’m hoping this will be enough time for you to consider me—us—again?”
I was rendered speechless. Think. Mind. Think.
Biting my lip, I found my voice. “Blake… yeah, I think that’s enough time for us to weigh in on if we really do want this.” Blake beamed happily at me.
I think I’ve lost all the fight I have in me, all the reasoning my mind can come up with. I wanted to live and feel alive.
“Thank you. You won’t regret this, I promise.” Blake kissed my forehead… my cheek…
The moment he kissed me, I was done for. There was no possibility of going back. He’s in my blood and I’m fevered. I want him. He drove me with this tug of constant need. Everything about him, it pushed me into a frenzied state.
“Blake, just fucking kiss me already—”
The instant our lips touched, I was completely and utterly lost. Deepening the kiss, I let out a loud moan. Blake playfully bit my bottom lip and I nipped him back. He continued devouring my lips while I ran my hand through his luxurious hair and I trailed the other down to squeeze his erection. I wanted him. All of him.
Blake growled and tore himself off my swollen lips. He swiftly picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, caveman style. I screamed and laughed loudly at his dominating display. “Put me down, you brute!”
He threw me roughly onto his bed. My eyes expanded as Blake crawled predatorily toward me. His eyes were absolutely savage. Kissing my legs, my thighs, my heaving chest, my neck and then locking his lips onto mine again. His kiss was punishing and I exalted from it. I wanted him just as much.
The consuming, driving need to simply be with him was distracting.
“You’re going to be punished for what you did tonight, my love,” Blake harshly bit out. His hoarse tone was loaded with promise, passion. My body reacted wildly to it as I became moist at the juncture of my thighs.
My body tingled. “I’d love for you to do it rough—” I moaned to him. Blake moaned my name as he bit my neck, hard. I gasped from the pain and ecstasy it brought. My insides quivered with anticipation. I panted as his hand trailed smoothly up my leg.
When he teased the inside of my thighs, he promised, “Ask and you shall receive, milady.”
Hands on my waist, he swiftly yanked me to the edge of the bed, demanding. “Turn around. Let me take off your dress. Leave your shoes on.” He sat on the edge of the bed, scrutinizing my every move.
Anything, just don’t stop. My mind was fogged, my lecherous body enslaved.
Shrugging off the dress, I let it drop to the floor. Stepping aside, I stood before him with underwear and shoes on. His eyes hooded as they gradually took in my half-naked body, caressing it with those beautiful eyes of his. “Come here.” His voice was gruff, fervid.
I sauntered back to the man and halted right in front of him. Blake immediately fixated his attention on my breasts, cupping my heavy tits as he savored them. He bit, squeezed and pinched. My head fell back, moaning as illicit pleasure coursed through my body.
Leaving soft kisses as he trailed toward my navel then further south as I arched my back, I was reveling in the high he was giving me, wanting more. He pulled my flimsy underwear off and instantly cast them aside.
Blake parted my legs and made a rough, throaty groan. “Your cunt is dripping beautifully, my love. You want me that bad?” Licking the moisture off with a swipe of his tongue, my body shook as I held on to his shoulder. “Tell me, how badly do you want it?” Blake’s demanding tone made me stare at him, agape. He was looking at me, waiting.
I groaned with frustration. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you. ” My confession was rewarded with his sinful smile. I looked at him through my half-lidded eyes as he nipped on the corner of my inner thigh. Touch me, my mind screamed. “Show me, Blake. Want me, punish me; I don’t care. I—”
I stopped begging as he plunged his tongue inside me. Moaning as he flickered on the nub and inserted a finger inside of me. My body was hot and humming beautifully from his ministrations. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he inserted another finger. Pulling in and out of me, circling and hooking toward the spot that was critical for my orgasm. Fuck. Me. My body quaked and I panted his name loudly.
“Not yet,” Blake muttered as he pulled his fingers out. Then he traced his wet digits on my lips and stuck them in my mouth. I sucked them, hard, stroking them with my tongue as if they were his cock. He moaned, loving how wanton I looked before him. “How you drive me crazy, woman.”
I pulled his belt and pants down followed by his boxers. I hungered for him, to taste him. I want it all. His swollen, enormous cock sprung free and my hand gripped it boldly, greedily. I stroked him slowly and replaced my hand with my tongue, twirling it up and down, wetting him slowly. I gazed at him as my mouth enveloped his length, gradually and precisely until it hit the back of my throat.
“Jesus!” He rasped through gritted teeth, fascinated.
Still holding eye contact, I used my tongue and lips to stroke him with ardent speed. He grabbed my head, clutching my hair, pushing me down more. I did as he wished, giving him all I had until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He pulled me up toward him and laid me gently on the bed. “I want you,” Blake declared as I scratched his nipples with my nails. Growling, he went onto his knees as he parted my legs. He expertly massaged the nub of my mound while I grabbed his cock at the same time, stroking it, sliding it back and forth through my slick, wet fo
lds.
His cock feels fucking glorious! I was dying from pleasure, begging him to take me while he massaged my breast and lightly pinched my nipple. The head of his cock was teasing my entrance. I spread my legs wider, silently begging him to end my sweet, tortured misery.
I moaned his name. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to regret it. I promised to wait. I want you to be sure,” he panted while his engorged shaft teased my opening. I groaned; this man is killing me.
“Blake—I want you—please—” I heaved as he inserted his swollen head gently inside of me. I completely stopped breathing. His head was filling me slowly, but his size was much bigger than what I was used to.
Nervous, I clenched my muscles unintentionally. “Jesus, baby—Fuck! Don’t do that—you’re impossibly tight. I might just explode—” His neck veins were showing, straining as he closed his eyes like he was restraining himself, savoring his own sweet agony.
“Bloody fuck… you feel… so beautiful.” He inched himself a little bit deeper. He folded my legs and pinned them down with his hands, giving him fuller, deeper access. Thrusting his hips as his cock went deeper inside me. He was enormous and my insides were stretched to their capacity, raw, with no room left. I flinched from the pain. He halted as he sensed my discomfort, cock pulsing thickly inside me. “Are you okay? I can stop if you want.” I shook my head, urging him on.
“No, no. Don’t you dare stop!”
Blake started to move again. I placed a finger on my clit and massaged it. The gesture made me wetter, making it easier for him to glide his cock freely. I moaned as he picked up his thrusting speed, taking everything he could. His speed changed. Blake pounded and pummeled harder. “You like being fucked by me, Sienna?” he questioned as he placed my legs on his shoulder. The arch of my hips made it easier for him to access me with thrusting speed. I moaned his name, urging him to fuck me harder as my orgasm shattered through my body. It came in waves and my convulsing body quivered as he pounded a few more times. He yelled my name through gritted teeth as his own orgasm rocked him, spilling his cum inside me. I clenched and squeezed my muscles, milking him to the very last drop.
