But no way in hell was he going to touch her.
He might hurt her if he did, in his present state.
Angrily he crowded her, shoved her body tight against the door, her face away from his. Her back was
flush against the hard wall of his chest. He buried his face against the soft curve of her neck.
Óh God, Mac,µ she moaned
when he grasped her hair and moved it aside for his lips and teeth to
scrape the long line of her neck.
Í didn·t know it was you at first.
You scared me«.µ Her
admission that
she·d recognized him eased the anger beating at him. He shoved his relief to the side.
´Why did you lie to me, and why are you still hooked up with that motherfucking, Damian Marks?µ
he
asked harshly. He stopped himself from asking why she left him two years ago.
His hands came up to cup her shoulders, easing up to stroke alongside her throat. His hold tightened,
squeezing her fragile neck, lightly. A warning.
Í don·t know what you·re
talking about, and neither do I owe you any explanations!µ
He moved in closer. One hand remained around her neck, the other grabbed the ends of her hair,
pulling her head back so he could see her face.
Ĺet me go, goddamn it!µ Her throat constricted against his hand. When she tried to move away, she
winced when his hold tightened.
Í·m surprised you remembered me. You whore for so many, why remember me?µ He whispered the
harsh words against the side of her temple and felt her tremble.
When she refused to answer, he spun her around to face him, slamming her body against the door.
Ĺook at me, damn it! And stop the damn pretenses!µ
´What are you talking about?
What pretenses? Let go of my hair,µ she cried out. Continuing to avoid
his eyes, she further angered him.
Í will, when you admit who you are and stop fucking playing games,µ he spit out grimly, forcing her
to look him in the eyes.
Long, tense minutes followed, both of their breathing harsh, staring at one another, neither willing to
relent.
In disgust, he released his hold on her and she jumped away, easing away from the door, warily
assessing him as she massaged her scalp.
His eyes angrily roamed over hers when she wrenched away.
Ćome to me, Sin.µ
Ńo.µ Sienna·s breath was
coming out in gasps as she slowly backed away, never taking her eyes
away from his.
He narrowed his eyes to slits, his nostrils flaring when her heady, unique scent assaulted his senses.
Mac forcibly stopped himself from pouncing on her like a caged beast.
As she slowly walked backward, he stayed still, not moving an inch, allowing her to retreat. But when
she turned, her intent to run away from him obvious, the beast demanded release.
That was her first mistake.
Turning her back on him.
She·d made it to the entry to her garage, hand on the doorknob, turning it, when he clamped one hand down, hard, on top of her shoulders, spinning her around to face him.
She slapped his face, hard, and jerked herself away, her face filled with fear.
That was her second mistake.
Not the slap, but the fear shining brightly in her deep brown eyes. As though she needed to be afraid
of him.
´Wrong answer, Sin!µ This time, when he grabbed her, his hold was steely. He gave her no time to
react. He flipped her around to face him, forced her head back, and slammed his mouth over hers,
crushing her body to his.
His hands roamed her body, refamiliarizing himself with her sweet curves, the slope of her hips, down
her small, softly muscled ass, and back up her body. He
shoved his hand inside the vee of her blouse.
Buttons popped, flying
everywhere, as he inserted his hand and cupped a warm
mound.
Hands, which first were pushing him away, now clutched, before delving under the ends of his shirt.
Impatiently he pulled the shirt over his head, leaving his chest bared. She ran her small, capable
hands over his chest, and Mac clenched his teeth together to prevent himself from ripping off her clothes.
With his hold on her hair firm, he gathered the long strands tighter around his fist, pulling his mouth
away from hers, his breathing harsh and loud in the dark room.
He kept his eyes on hers and tore her blouse, ripping the silk to shreds, carelessly throwing it to the
floor to land near his.
He closed his mind to the fear reflected in her eyes and attacked her skirt, shoving the material up
her long legs, bunching it around her waist. His hands ran up her thighs before he found what he wanted.
Ńo, Mac, please«not like this.µ
´Be quiet.µ
He inserted a finger inside the lace edge of her panties, pushed past the lips of her vagina, and inserted a finger. Her cream soaked him and he groaned harshly, before he eased his honey-coated finger
out of her creaming slit.
He brought his finger to his mouth and licked her essence away. His dick hardened to painful
proportions.
Pushing her down, he forced her to her knees, in front of him, his hand at the opening to his slacks.
His gut clenched at the picture she presented, her small, perfect breasts cresting the top of her
delicate-looking bra as her chest heaved, her eyes on his.
One hand went to the front of his pants and
unzipped.
Her eyes widened when he
shoved his pants down far enough to allow his cock to spring forth, hard
and ready.
She closed her eyes when he slapped it, lightly, against her soft cheeks. Her small tongue snaked out
to run along the full rim of her bottom lip.
Mac grasped the base of his shaft in one hand and rubbed it slowly, back and forth, against her lips,
his pre-cum liquid dampening her mouth, silently demanding her to open for him.
She stubbornly kept her lips clamped shut.
Ópen, goddamn it!µ
Ńo!µ
´Yes.µ Mac lightly grasped the back of her head, forcing her head back, readying her for him.
´Tell me
you want this,µ he demanded.
She stared at him, her eyes angry, defiant«yearning.
´Go to hell, Mac.µ
For long, tense moments, they stared at one another, both of their breathing harsh in the quiet, dark
room.
´Tell me you want it. That you want me. Tell me, Sin.µ
When her mouth opened, Mac shut his eyes briefly and exhaled the pent-up breath he didn·t know
he·d been holding. He began feeding her his cock, easing the round knob inside, inch by inch, his shaft
gliding between her lips.
´Yes, take it, take me,µ he rasped, easing as much of his penis into her warm, wet mouth as he
could, until he felt the end bump the back of her throat.
Her throat worked convulsively, her eyes shuttering closed. Her hands came up, a slight tremor in
them, as she held his marauding cock steady.
Ópen your eyes. Let me see you.µ
He needed to see her beautiful eyes, needed to see that she knew whose cock she was
bathing with
her tongue. He flexed his hips, moving his shaft in and out of her warm receptor, clenching his jaw in
pleasure when her teeth grazed him.
She opened her eyes and stared into his. The look in her orbs forced his heart to thud harder against
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his chest.
Her eyes held a wealth of emotion³sadness, anxiety, lust, and acceptance.
Tears, unshed, shimmered
before one spilled down past her long, thick lashes, down her smooth
brown cheek.
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W hat the hell was wrong with her? Sienna thought
desperately.
She didn·t want this, didn·t know this angry Mac, and had no idea what she·d done to incite him so.
She had every right to not seek him out, to deny knowing him.
Why in the hell couldn·t he have just left
well enough alone?
Now he had her on her knees, his dick in her mouth.
Instead of biting it, doing him and it serious damage, she shamefully gloried in having him embedded
in her mouth.
She gloried in the feel of his thick shaft cradled in her warm mouth, loved the feel of him.
Just like
the whore he called her. Loving him in ways she·d never willingly done to any man.
She licked him, her tongue sliding under and around his thick shaft, nursing from him like a babe on a
bottle.
She dragged his penis from her mouth. As she gazed down at the thick stalk with its blushed round
head, she felt her sex clench in remembrance of what it felt like stroking inside her.
Sienna glanced up at him, grasped the root of his shaft, and with her eyes trained on his, she licked
the head. It bobbed against her tongue. She leaned closer and engulfed him farther into her mouth.
She sucked him hungrily, her tongue playing over the soft skin wrapping the hard length of cock in
her mouth. Her suckling became more urgent, harder, pulling at him. Her cheeks hollowed with every tug
and draw. When he groaned, his legs trembling, she knew he wasn·t as unaffected as he pretended to be.
She glanced up and saw his eyes shutter closed, his thick lashes hiding his expression.
Sienna felt a
surge of feminine power swell within her.
She widened her legs in her kneeling position in front of him and firmly grasped the back of his hard,
thickly muscled thighs, her nails biting into his skin.
´What are you doing to me?µ He groaned.
She pulled her mouth away from him. His hands came out to grasp her by the back of her head and
pull her back into close contact with his throbbing cock. She licked the tightly drawn sac of his balls and
blew air across them. His groan was loud and harsher than before at the contact.
Ísn·t this what you wanted, Mac? Me on my knees, sucking you off?µ Before he could respond, she
swallowed his dick, whole. Her breast slapped against his thighs as she drew him in, closer.
In earnest, she laved and suckled him, her hands cupping the sac of his tightly drawn testicles. The
warmth from his hot cum
nestled inside scorched her hand.
He held on to her head, his big body shaking her, thrusting his hips, forcing more of his length inside.
Sienna reveled in the power reversal, his shuddering, his body hers to pleasure. She slid forward,
taking him deeper, deep-
throating him, bobbing her head along his shaft.
Ńo, not like this!µ His voice came out a strangled gasp of pleasure, cracking.
He tried to push her away, but Sienna held on, refusing to allow him to end what he had started.
She moved her hands upward, held on to his muscled butt cheeks, and continued to work his cock.
´Goddamn it, Sienna!µ he
growled, his hands gripping her hair tight as he pumped into her mouth.
Once, twice, a final thrust, and he released.
Throwing his head back, he yelled as he came ferociously.
His hot cum scorched her
mouth, splashed down her
throat, spilling out of the corners of her lips as
she milked him.
Unrelenting, she refused to release him until she·d drained him.
Spent, Mac opened his eyes and glanced down at Sienna on her knees. Her eyes were passion-glazed,
with his semen easing down her chin.
He finally pulled away from her, forcing her lips to let go of his dick. When she moved as though to
stand, he stopped her.
Í·m not done with you. I need to feel that sweet snatch grip my cock.µ
Sienna·s lids were half-closed and drowsy-looking. Her full reddened lips were partially open. The sight
of his cum on her smooth, soft cheeks, trickling down her neck, kept his erection hard and throbbing.
There was a look of such
wanton need stamped on her beautiful face he knew he·d have a hell of a
time not coming, again, the minute he stroked into her.
Mac hoped like hell he wouldn·t embarrass himself and could make it past a few strokes before he
exploded inside her.
He lowered his body, pushed her down onto the carpet, his fingers trailing down her face, gathering
the sticky evidence of his arousal. He smeared it down her body.
The hot visual of his white cum on her creamy brown skin made his balls tingle; his dick hardened,
painfully.
He flipped her so that her belly lay flush on the carpet, her round ass an invitation he couldn·t resist.
Leaning down, he moved the thin scrap of her panties to the side and stroked his tongue over one
perfectly shaped brown globe.
He held on to her waist, pulled her body higher, separated her cheeks, and stroked his tongue between the crease of her pussy and ass. Before she could do more than cry out sharply, he withdrew. He
kept her raised high in the air; the position thrust out her heart-shaped ass, the swollen
glistening lips of
her pussy pronounced.
At the angle he had her, he could see white cream that surrounded her delicate lips, evidence that
sucking him had excited her.
Reaching a hand between them, he eased her skirt off her body, along with her panties, down the length of her legs. He lifted her so her knees came off the floor and threw her clothes next to the small pile
collected near their bodies.
Repositioning her, Mac felt her tremble beneath his hands as one lone finger stroked between her
seam, slicing between the lips of her vagina. He blindly reached for a condom from his wallet as he moved
in closer behind her, spreading her wider. He settled his body between the backs of her open thighs.
Grasping the base of his shaft, he quickly sheathed his erection and targeted her seeping entry, nestled between her sweet folds.
Óh God«,µ she groaned, her body bowing down, her back arching against his chest, as he rubbed his
dick over her vagina.
´You·re so damn juicy, so creamy. Just waiting to be fucked.µ
He inserted one finger between her slick lips, massaging his fingers over and around her pulsing clit.
She keened when he pushed two fingers deep inside her cunt, rotating, before
withdrawing them. He lifted his fingers to his lips and tasted her.
´Just as good as I remembered.µ
Mac drew in a deep, steadying breath, trying to rein in his need to
drive deep into her, push into her as far as his dick could reach.
And ride her hard.
He wanted a nice, long fuck.
Needed to jam her body and drench himself in her essence.
He·d been obsessed with
thoughts of her,
dreaming of her, unable to get her out of his mind, for nearly two years.
After leaving DC and returning home, he·d bedded as many willing bodies as he could, unsuccessfully
trying to drive the image of her welcoming body, beautiful face, s
weet snatch, out of his mind.
After a year of fucking as many women as he could, he·d
realized it was a damn moot point.
Every time he·d surged into a willing woman, a warm body, the only face he·d seen had been Sienna·s, the only body he wanted it to be had been hers.
After that, he·d given up. He·d been celibate, knowing that no one could take her place.
Several months ago, he·d
decided to go after her, to return to the Sweet Kitty and see if he could find
her. He·d taken too long.
When he·d returned to DC, not only was she gone, but the Sweet Kitty had changed
owners. Marks
had sold the place and no one knew where he·d gone. The few dancers who remained hadn·t known what
happened to Sin, either.
He would have continued his search, but a new case had come in and he·d had to focus his attention
on it, instead. After returning home, and making sure his sister and nephew were okay, his plan had been
to return to his investigation.
Then he·d walked into his nephew·s classroom and there she was.
And his world had turned upside down.
He ran possessive eyes over her slight form in front of him.
In the dim light shadowing the room, her small honey-colored breasts and tight cherry nipples hung
low, begging for his touch.
He ran his eyes down her body, her smooth back, her perfect ass. He·d replayed this scene over in his
mind countless times³the
things he wanted to do with her body, the ways he·d planned to make her, his.
He pushed into her drenched pussy in one hard thrust until he was embedded, balls deep.
´Damn, you·re wet,µ he said with a groan. Ślippery, but so tight!µ
The pulsating walls of her pussy clenched down on his dick so hard, Mac pulled out, despite her
mewling protest. He then
clamped his fingers down over the end of his cock, with one hand on the base, to
stop his cum from jetting forth.
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