Enthralled: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  I learned that he was recently divorced; six months ago. His wife cheated and he caught them in action in their marital home. He’s probably still hurting, too. Being cheated on can be traumatizing; not to mention the big dent something like that puts in your ego and self-esteem.

  Since he spilled his own secrets, I spilled mine. I gave him the cutout edition of Kyle cheating, Blake sweeping in, Kyle moving, Blake going ballistic and the beat went on.

  “Do what makes you happy, Sienna. No one knows what that is except you.”

  “I know.” I smiled, nudging him lightly on the arm.

  Before I knew it, the time was hitting half past one. He insisted on taking me home since I had drunk three more margaritas.

  We took a cab back to my flat. He asked the driver to wait for a few minutes. He insisted that he see me to my apartment door, not the building entrance. We rode the elevator silently and I checked him out for the first time that night. He was wearing a leather jacket with jeans and he was very good-looking. Why did his wife have to screw around? He was one of the good guys.

  Stepping out the elevator, we stopped outside my door as I fished for my keys. “Thank you for tonight. You really made my night. When you’re feeling down and out, I’ll take you out for beer, fish and chips and sliders to make you feel better.” He chuckled softly.

  I slid the key in the lock and opened the door. He handed me his phone.

  “Program your digits, in case I take you up on that offer.”

  I stifled a laugh as I punched my information in. I put my name down as ‘Sexiness is Sienna’ and we both laughed when he saw what I did.

  He kissed my cheek softly and left.

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  My throat was dry and I was absolutely parched, the wonderful effects of alcohol. Oh heck! It was dark and I was too drunk to flick the switch.

  Water. I need water. I staggered to the kitchen and poured myself a tall glass of agua. My phone vibrated. Oh, hell. I went to flick the light switch in the kitchen as I located my phone.

  Kyle.

  Grudgingly, I took the call. “Hello?”

  “Did you get home safe? Why did it take you this long to pick up?”

  Honestly, I was not in the mood to explain anything. “Sorry to make you worry, buster, but I just got home.”

  “What, just right now? Where the heck have you been?”

  “Out with a friend. Listen, I’ll call you tomorrow. Sleep. Going to sleep now. Peace,” I mumbled.

  Who explains when they’re drunk, anyway? Hangover’s going to be a bee-otch tomorrow.

  I swallowed the rest of my water and slammed the glass down on the counter.

  “Having the time of your life?” A deep voice came from somewhere in the blackened section of the living room.

  I jumped, shrieking as the shadow came out of the darkened room.

  Blake.

  Oh, for the love of God! Did he have to come here wearing his tux? He looked like what dreams were made of… and that woman had probably enjoyed him quite thoroughly, too. The thought made me want to puke.

  “For crying out loud, what is it with you brooding and scaring people out of their wits? How long have you been waiting?”

  “I’ve been here for about three hours waiting for you to get home. Who was the man outside the door? He’s British, certainly not Matthews,” said the observant man.

  Where does he get the nerve to just barge in here after what he put me through before?

  “None of your business,” I said deadpanned and turned to flee, wanting the security of my room. Blake yanked me back by my arm and cornered me at the kitchen counter. Oh my, he smells extra delicious tonight. My drunken body was already betraying me. Fuckin’ A!

  “What the hell are you wearing? Do you see how bare your back is?”

  “WHO CARES ANYMORE? Go back to where you came from and LEAVE ME ALONE,” I screeched at him while trying to free my arm from his titanium-like hold.

  “No.”

  “What do you mean ‘no’? Go back to that wretched woman in the picture you sent me. Go fuck each other’s brains out until you both can’t walk anymore. I. Don’t. Care!”

  “What did you do with that man, Sienna?” I stared him down, not willing to answer his question. “Fucking answer me!”

  I kept still. I wasn’t going to. That picture and message he’d sent earlier wreaked havoc in my thoughts. Images of him kissing her and touching her body the way he did mine caused my stomach to free-fall.

  I’m too drunk to be doing this.

  I was so drained from all the drama that was disrupting my life and my sanity teetered at the edge of a cliff.

  When I tried to pull my hand away again, he let me go. I sprinted to my room and sat on the bed, slightly shaken. Why did he have to show up here? To continue this farce after he slept with someone else? My lips wobbled. I bit them—hard—until I tasted blood.

  I felt him watching me from the doorway. He was at the foot of my bed in a few strides, lowering himself and sitting on his heels. He placed his hands on my knees.

  I was speechless as I watched the man, shivering.

  “Please…” Blake whispered. His voice heavy, anguished. With one word, all of my erected barriers fell apart.

  My mind boggled with everything that happened. “Explain that message.”

  If it were another man, I would’ve just shut the door on his face. He never failed to get under my skin, past my defenses. He knocked them down until I was barefaced and unmasked.

  “That was immature; I admit that. It was wrong of me to inflict the kind of pain you associate with your ex, but I couldn’t stop the thoughts of you with him. When I heard his voice in the background; it pulled the trigger. I was livid, delirious, unhinged with anger. I slept with Amelia a few months ago—” My heart literally stopped beating. Oh, no. Don’t do this to me. I tried to move, but he was like steel, holding me in place. I was stuck facing him. “I haven’t touched another woman since you became mine. I swear on my dead parents, I would never—ever—do that to you. You make me so happy; I get paranoid thinking that I’ll lose you to someone else. It’s terrifying. Forgive my offenses, my weaknesses, my failings, my flaws. I only want to be with you.”

  I jerked his arm and lightly shook him. “Promise me, you won’t hurt me that way again. I don’t think I can get past it and forgive you if you do.” He got up and sat next to me and pulled me in his lap, cradling my body.

  “I give you my word. I promise it won’t happen again. Today’s been hell and I couldn’t go through it anymore without seeing you. I left the event an hour after I got there and flew straight to you. I’m glad that I did. I’m sorry, poppet…” I placed my hands on the back of his skull and pulled his lips to mine.

  The boiling, fevered kisses that I had yearned for so many days turned into reality; and boy, were they better. I’d never hungered for any other man like that. His kiss lit me on fire. My body couldn’t get enough of him. I shifted, straddling his hips and rubbing myself on him as our kisses became violent and uncontrollable.

  Blake… show me… need me… love me… my thoughts spun as we groaned together. He ground my hips tightly against his. My body was freefalling into the abyss as his hands became urgent. I wrenched my hands from the back of his head and tugged the ends of my fitted bandage top.

  “I want… more…” I didn’t know what I meant by that, my emotions were all over the place. Since when did I want more?

  We took off our clothes in haste until we were skin to skin. Every touch made me weaken. He circled my waist and lowered me on the sheets, his body covering mine. The room was dark, but the streaks of light through the windows showed enough for me to clearly see his body.

  Our faces were inches apart as we stared at each other. By the way we were looking at one another, one could tell there was something going on. I couldn’t speak. I was afraid of what would come out of my mouth and I didn’t think I was ready to commit myself that quickly, but
at the same time, I couldn’t seem to control how I reacted to him.

  I can’t fall for him. It will end me. However I had; I loved him already, and I needed to stop denying it. My thoughts rammed into realization. I love him and I didn’t even know I was falling in love.

  His impassioned eyes zeroed in on mine.

  Fuck! Don’t let him see it. Please.

  “Sienna…” Blake said in a husky voice. What bothered me was how he said my name; it was loaded with meaning.

  He kissed me slowly and passionately. Gone was the man who wanted me with wild abandon. Gone was the man who handled me roughly like a savage animal that couldn’t survive if he didn’t get inside me any sooner. The man that night was soft and gentle. His fevered kisses remained intense but were soft, unguarded. He kissed my body with thorough tenderness and when his tongue touched my slick folds, his eyes never left my face as I came apart in his mouth. He took his time as he kissed my stomach and slowly made his way to my breasts—fondling, sucking, and biting.

  With his body ensconced over mine, he kissed me with pure yearning and honesty. My mind shut down and I let my body speak to him as I linked my arms around his neck, my legs hooking behind his back, drawing his body closer.

  He broke off the kiss. Our eyes fixated on each other. His drew me in and I couldn’t look away as I felt his cock gently hover over my opening. He never looked away as he coaxed himself gently inside me. He watched me gasp as he filled me to my core, kissing me tenderly as he slipped in and out of me with unhurried focus.

  He’s making love to me. My eyes burned as I got choked up with emotion.

  Blake… I love you… I whispered in my head.

  I was kissing him lovingly, baring my soul to him. My hands held his ass cheeks, my nails digging into his skin. He went deeper and I moaned against his lips. His pace started to increase as I lifted my hips, meeting his thrusts. He pulled away from my kisses as his eyes bore into me, watching my frenzied response to him as he took my body to another level of ecstasy.

  I was panting and running out of breath. I felt my stomach tightening and clenching, readying for an orgasm. His body started to tense as he began a swifter pace. His teeth found my neck and bit it. I yelled out his name as my orgasm rocked my body off its foundation. His heavy breathing was hot on my ear as his hands gripped my hips, grounding them into place as his body demanded its own release. He said my name with a guttural growl deep in his throat as his body tensed. I felt his cock twitch and then the gush of his semen filled me. His lips found mine again and kissed me tenderly—my heart contracted. He pulled out of me and gathered me close to him. I was spent and exhausted from the intense lovemaking.

  My breathing started to even out and my eyes fluttered closed. His heartbeat was beating wildly against my back as he tightened his hold on me, kissing the back of my neck. “I love you,” he whispered against my ear.

  I squeezed my eyes tighter. I love you, too…

  His bare admission tore my insides. I evened out my breathing, pretending I was asleep.

  S

  I woke up with a start when I felt the cold air hit my back. I rolled to the other side, reaching for him. I hugged his body from behind. I nuzzled the back of his neck, inhaling his scent like a starved woman. I love him…

  My hand trailed over his broad shoulders and down to his abdomen. The ridges of his six-pack, toned abs teased my fingers. My hand moved lower and found his semi-hard manhood. Damn, even asleep his cock is huge. I stroked him gently as it started to come to life from my hasty ministrations.

  I smiled. Well, hello, bad boy.

  I gently turned him on his back as a soft sigh came from his lips, he was obviously still asleep. I smiled devilishly as I stared at his glorious body. I want him… and I’ll be damned if I have to wait for him… my aroused state can’t wait for him any longer.

  I took him in my mouth, teasing him with my tongue and, at the same time, bringing it to the back of my throat with determined suction. He moaned. I sucked him until his cock was rigid with throbbing need. I moved my body so that I was over his hips and straddled him, guiding his cock with my hand and coaxing it slowly inside me. I moaned with satisfaction, my God, he feels so good. I recoiled slowly as my insides adjusted to his size. The position made the filling penetration mind-blowing and grippingly intense. I moved slowly at first, my stomach quivering from the intensified strokes of his hardness inside me.

  My palm sat on his chest to balance me as the other cupped my breast. The heightened carnal intensity drove me to ride him harder. I felt his hand pinch my nipples and I growled with delight.

  “Take what’s yours, my love,” Blake ordered, husky and aroused after my ministrations, making me even more crazed and hungry.

  I want it all.

  Leaning back and placing my hands on his thighs, I rode his cock with fervent need. My mind shut down as my body convulsed around him. I yelped out his name softly as I recovered from my climax. He held me down as he came.

  Lifting my head off his chest, I stared at his delighted face. “Fuck, that was amazing. You’re one hell of rider, poppet.”

  I laughed huskily as lay down next to him and nuzzled the crook of his neck. “You’re welcome.”

  “I thought I had died and gone to Heaven when I woke up to you moaning with your eyes closed, enjoying my cock for your own greedy pleasure.”

  “I can’t seem to get enough of you… I don’t think I ever will,” I admitted softly against his neck, my eyes heavy with exhaustion.

  “As do I, my love, as do I,” his sleepy voice murmured.

  Chapter Fifty-Six

  It had been almost five weeks since I last saw Blake, but we kept each other updated with everything. I was soaring high because our relationship was growing steadily and I loved him a little bit more every single day. I hadn’t told him how I felt. I wasn’t ready for that yet. It would be hard to take it back once I told him and I didn’t want it to be held against me.

  The morning after Blake left for New York, I met up with Chad and Troy for the shoot. It lasted around five hours, and even though I was only wearing skimpy underwear, Troy made me feel at ease as we laughed and joked around. Though there were times in the shoot where his eyes became stormy when I draped my body over his or when he groaned as my nipples touched his chest. He was hot, to be sure; who wouldn’t be attracted to an extremely hot man like him? But I didn’t let it bother me because I knew, deep down, there was only one man I wanted.

  I eased Blake’s doubt by wearing his bracelet and convincing him that I didn’t want anyone else. Kyle warily eyed the bracelet but never asked about it. He knew I was dating Blake and I was grateful that he never asked and didn’t push the issue. Our friendship strengthened over the weeks and I felt like we were almost back to where we were before. Almost.

  I hadn’t seen Chad since the last shoot. He’d been busy preparing for his show. My time was consumed with school and working with Kyle. Luce and I barely caught up with our lives since school demanded a lot of her time with projects and applying for internships.

  That day, Blake was coming in from New York and I couldn’t wait to see him. He was scheduled to arrive late in the afternoon so we’d see each other at Chad’s exhibition on King’s Road. I’d primed my body for the long awaited reunion and I couldn’t wait to get him alone. I’d been scouring the shops for a perfect dress for the last week. I hoped I got the reaction I was aiming for.

  My hair was in a high ponytail. I applied make-up carefully with light eye shadow and thick eyeliner winged on both ends. I then swiped two coats of mascara on both my upper and lower lashes, making my eyes look a fiery, piercing golden green. I highlighted my cheeks with bronzer and finished it with candy pink colored lipstick, dabbing lip-gloss on my bottom lip and puckering to get the full effect.

  I went over to my bed and took the nude, designer bandage dress that fit my body like a glove, leaving little to the imagination. It was short, maybe a few inches below my butt and th
e top part pushed my breasts up, giving me a hefty amount of cleavage. I slipped on my nude designer Rolando pumps and skimmed over my appearance in the full-length mirror. I look good, I thought as I admired how the dress showed off and complimented my figure. I wanted Blake’s eyes to pop out of their sockets when he got a glimpse of me.

  There was a soft knock at the door indicating Kyle’s presence. Grabbing my clutch purse, I headed out to meet him.

  “Coming,” I called out as I closed the door behind me.

  His face looked dumbstruck as he stared at me. I smirked as his eyes took me in. Hopefully, I will get that same reaction from Blake. “Goddamn, baby. You look like a piece of Heaven.”

  Rolling my eyes, I grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the elevator. “Let’s get moving, lover boy; I don’t want to be late or Chad will cook us for dinner.”

  We were five minutes away from King’s Road as the cab weaved through the traffic. I fidgeted uneasily in my seat. Which images did Chad choose? He would have fifty portraits up for display, but said he needed twelve from our shoot and the rest was filled with his other models. What if they look stupid and awkward?

  I grunted my frustrations. Kyle reached out for my hand, clasped it with his and placed it on his lap. “Baby, it’s going to be fine. You’re worrying for nothing,” he assured, smiling brightly as he kissed my hand. The cab stopped outside the gallery.

  My heart was in my throat and I was anxious to see the images Chad chose.

  We entered the building and a uniformed waiter with champagne flutes greeted us. I took two flutes and gulped them, one after the other, like they were water. Okay, now I’m better. Kyle shook his head in amusement.

  I looked around me and saw Chad’s perfect artistry at its best. Wow, that friend of mine is hella gifted. One of the images was of a woman at the repair shop as she posed provocatively, bare-naked. Another was of a man and a woman on the hood of the car making love in a cemetery. My eyes took in the portraits. An image of a woman holding a guitar looked captivating. Another image was of a woman with two men posing illicitly against each other, but it was done in a way that provoked sexual thoughts and yet, pulled off the look of making it chic. I passed by them, feeling all hot and bothered as people gathered in admiration.