The Bloke (Men Under Revue #1)

13. Colby

Chapter 13

Colby

Sienna was more than I’d imagined when I claimed her as mine. I didn’t expect her to be as combative as she is, but it turns me on. I love a good challenge, and she is proving to be just that. I was going to have a lot of fun breaking her.

Thanks to the tracker, I already knew where she lived. When we pulled up to the front of the building, she looked confused.

“Why are we here?” She asked, furrowing her brows at me.

“You said the penthouse wasn’t your home, so—here we are. Your home.” I gestured to the old and rundown-looking apartment complex. It reminded me of my apartment from when I first moved here.

“You are not living here with me.” She argued, rolling her eyes and attempting to get out of the vehicle without flashing her exposed cunt to the world.

“I live with my wife; if she lives here, so do I.”

“What about your pent—”

“Fuck the penthouse. I don’t need it. What I need is you.” I interrupted, giving her my truth.

I didn’t need the penthouse to be happy; it was just insignificant stuff, and all of it is replaceable, but she isn’t, and I know I need her more.

Jaxon said she would have to pass a test for me to keep her, that the marriage alone wasn’t enough, and now I was trying to think of how the fuck I was going to tell her. One doesn’t just come out and say to their wife, ‘Hey, I’m a member of a secret society that kills pieces of shit that pop up on the Vegas Strip, and now you have to do the same, or I’ll be forced to kill you.’ I would have to find a way to break this to her gently enough not to scare the fuck out of her.

Sienna growled instead of arguing further, stomping her cute tight ass all the way up to her apartment building. I hopped out of the driver’s seat and followed closely behind her, close enough that she slammed the door in my face. Fucking ow!

She was pissed off with me, and I chuckled at her fire. It didn’t matter what place I chose, our apartment or our penthouse; she would have been pissed with me regardless of location.

The way her ass swayed as she strolled towards and up the stairs got me going. I wanted to see that pretty toned ass up in the air for me again, like our first night together.

Fuck, she was gorgeous. With her long brunette hair that flowed down the length of her back and those goddamn eyes. They reminded me of the clouds just before a storm.

She was a storm, one that I’d love to get caught in.

When we reached her unit, she opened the door and ushered me in with a long sigh. The door shut behind us, and my eyes wandered around her studio apartment.

It was small but more than enough for just her; I didn’t see anything wrong with it, but I could feel her unease as I continued my perusal. She thought I would judge her for living the way I once did. We have much more in common than just our last names now.

“Well?” She snapped at my silence.

“Well, what?” I smirked, dropping onto her bed and lounging back on my palms.

“Aren’t you going to start judging me on my apartment and how I live? How poor I am compared to you?” She jested with a harsh tone.

Was she being serious right now? Is that what she thought of me? Or was she looking for another reason to fight?

“Love, if that’s the kind of man you believe me to be, then we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot already.” I chuckled, crossing my arms over my chest.

Sienna rolled her eyes before running a hand down her face in agitation. She was fun to play with in more ways than one.

“Is there a reason why you are still here?” She huffed, stripping off her ripped shorts and throwing them in my face. I deserved that .

She crossed her arms over her chest, now wearing nothing but a black lace thong and cropped tank top.

“I’ve already told you,” I spoke casually, dropping her shorts to the floor, pushing off the bed, and stepping into her. “I live with my wife,” I murmured, gripping her chin and tilting her face to meet mine. “Is that so wrong?”

“N—no… I—” She stammered. Seeing her fight me one second and then become speechless the next was adorable.

I affected her, even if she acted like she hated me. Sienna’s face went flush as she struggled to find the words she had for me. Too bad I wasn’t going to let her find them.

I bit down on my bottom lip as I brought mine to hers to test if she wanted me as badly as I thought she did but hid it behind all her rage.

My lips hovered near hers, just enough to feel her warm breath and smell the salty sweat that kissed her skin. She was intoxicating to be near, and she was all mine.

She licked her lips in response to my nearness, her eyes flicking to mine with a longing sigh. Oh, she was fucking mine .

I wrapped my arm around her waist, dragging her back towards the bed. When my legs bumped up against the mattress, I fell back, pulling her on top to straddle my hips.

“Colby.” She hissed through clenched teeth.

“Come on, love. I know you want to take me for a ride.” I gripped her thighs and thrust my hips upwards. “Fucking use me.”

She whimpered, falling forward, her hands fisting into my T-shirt.

“This means nothing.” Sienna gritted out, her breaths turning into lustful pants.

“Whatever you say, love.” I surrendered.

I’ll let her believe whatever she wants for now.

Happy wife, happy life, and all that shit.

My hand trailed from her ass up her back and gripped the roots at the back of her head; I roughly pulled her face down to mine, devouring her mouth. She moaned, parting her lips, allowing her tongue to play with mine.

Her hips rose, and I felt her shift above me, removing her thong. While she was up, I slid my sweatpants and boxers down my hips and thighs, kicking them to the floor. Neither of us broke our heated kiss.

I stroked my hard cock as she lowered her hips to mine, pressing the head up against her soft, warm cunt. She whimpered into our kiss as I slid myself into her. She was a great fuck when drunk; I could only imagine how incredible she was when sober.

Once she was fully seated on my cock, she began to rock her hips, and I could tell she was enjoying the feeling of my Jacob’s ladder as it rolled against her, making her purr.

“That’s it, love, look at how perfectly I fit your tight cunt.” I breathed, biting her bottom lip and releasing my hold on her. “Fucking ride me, beautiful.” I groaned, thrusting my hips upwards, encouraging her as she dug her nails into my shirt and chest, letting out a cry as I slapped the side of her upper thigh hard enough to leave a red mark.

I wanted to be rough with my wife, to see just how much she could take.

When Sienna dropped her gaze to meet mine, I could see a storm swirling in her eyes, as if I was staring into the eye of a hurricane. She stopped rolling her hips and leaned down, holding me captive.

“Here’s the thing, sweetheart.” She murmured. “We can do this dance. Fuck around, and pretend we are married. But at the end of the day, I don’t like you, and I sure as fuck won’t love you.” My girl had a bite to her tone and a temper to match.

I could work with her terms. She doesn’t have to love me now, but she would in time.