19. Siena
Siena
M atti’s bare chest radiates heat against my back, a warmth that feels both comforting and invasive. I try to pull away, put some space between us, but he’s holding me too tightly.
My feet barely touch the slick shower floor as I shift to find balance. The motion parts my thighs slightly, spreading my pussy open, and I freeze when the sensitive skin brushes against the coarse fabric of his suit pants. A sharp inhale escapes me before I can stop it.
He chuckles dryly, the sound infuriating. Asshole. My face burns as I realize he must feel the heat of my body through his pants.
With practiced ease, Matti repositions me so that my back is close to the water but not under it. His arm remains locked around my waist, steadying me. “Tip your head back,” he orders.
I want to argue, to refuse on principle, but the embarrassment coursing through me makes defiance seem like too much of a risk. Closing my eyes, I do as I’m told. Water streams through my hair, washing away the tension with its warmth.
Matti’s fingers work shampoo into my scalp. He’s careful around the stitches, his touch surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to his usual roughness.
I close my eyes as he guides me back under the water to rinse, and a sweeping rush of vertigo hits me out of nowhere. I clutch his arm to stop myself from falling, and his grip around my waist tightens, keeping me upright.
He repeats the process with conditioner, his fingertips pressing in slow, soothing circles.
“You’ll need to clean this regularly,” he murmurs. “If you want a specific shampoo or conditioner, tell Olivia. She’ll get it for you. I don’t know the brand of that basil cucumber stuff you use.”
“What?” I ask, blinking water from my lashes. “What basil cucumber stuff?”
“Whatever the fuck it is,” he snaps.
“My shampoo? It’s Bergamot & Basil,” I correct him, narrowing my eyes. “The scent and the brand. But I don’t need anyone to get anything for me. I have what I need at home.”
“You’re staying here until it’s safe,” he replies flatly, his voice as grating as his hands are gentle. He guides me back under the water to rinse out the conditioner. “And it won’t be safe until we find the flash drive.”
Fuck, the flash drive. Where is that thing?
The steamy hot shower feels so good, and his hands feel even better. My tension is practically melting off of me and running down the drain, but his words tie my muscles back into knots.
“Safe from what?” I demand. “I need to go home. I have plants, for God’s sake—”
I know I sound ridiculous, but he’s got me so relaxed. And if I’m not safe in my own house, it’s because of Matti, so staying with him doesn’t exactly solve the problem.
“The plants will be taken care of.” Before I can protest further, he lathers soap in his hands and begins rubbing my shoulders. His touch is deliberate, firm yet unhurried, kneading the tension from my muscles.
My body betrays me again, relaxing under his touch even as my mind screams that I shouldn’t.
His hands glide lower, tracing the contours of my rib cage before moving to the swell of my breasts. I stiffen, trying to remember to breathe like a normal person, but his movements remain calm, almost clinical.
It’s infuriating how my body responds to him. As his palms brush over my nipples, they harden instantly, and I gasp.
“I’m not staying here.”
“It’s not up for debate.”
He runs his soapy hands up to my neck, his thick fingers wrapping easily around my throat before moving to my face and back down to my chest.
I squirm under his hands, inadvertently spreading my legs wider and grinding my clit on his thigh, triggering a tightening in my stomach.
My breathing picks up again and I flush with embarrassment as I bite back the smallest moan, enjoying the friction.
Shit, did Matti feel that?
I shift my hips backward, trying to cover my intention, make it seem like I just needed to get more comfortable, like I’m not embarrassingly getting off on grinding my pussy against his thigh. I feel his hard cock pressing into my ass through his pants.
Panic slashes through me. What the fuck is happening? The heat, the water, his hands—all of it has my brain swirling worse than the vertigo.
Matti’s hands continue their journey down, soaping up my stomach. His movements grow slower as he spreads my knees wide. Languidly, he strokes his palms along the inside of my legs. His large hands wrap easily around my thick thighs, his palms on top, his fingers dangerously close to my pussy.
He pauses, pressing his forehead into my back and sucking in a deep breath.
My pussy is throbbing, wet, pulsing with heat that I know he can feel. We both stay still, the water and our clipped breathing the only sounds in the room.
“Fuck. I really wasn’t going to—” His voice is low, like he’s talking to himself. He digs his fingertips into my hip creases like he’s fighting the urge to pull me back onto his cock, the bruising triggering another release of my arousal.
As if he can’t help himself, he slides one hand up my thigh and palms my pussy, pushing his fingers between my body and his.
The heel of his hand presses into my clit as he gently spreads my pussy open wider.
One fingertip circles around my opening.
With the other hand, he pulls my thighs further apart.
I bite back a moan, leaning back against his chest and digging my fingertips into his thick thigh muscles. “I thought I told you ‘no,’” I breathe, every fiber of my being tuning into his touch.
Instantly, Matti jerks his head up and yanks his hands off of me.
“Stand up,” he orders harshly .
I bolt up off his lap, facing away from him, shame coursing through me. Am I embarrassed that I wanted him or that he rejected me? My skin flushes red, and I hope that he thinks it’s just the hot water and not him that has me wet, my skin burning.
He grips my hips and guides me to turn around and face him. I’m standing between his widespread knees, the mist of the water sprinkling down my back, my gaze on the tile floor. I wrap my arms across my breasts, trying to cover myself, but they’re so large that I can barely contain them.
“Siena.” Matti’s voice is husky, and I force myself to meet his gaze with as much defiance as I can muster. His eyes are bluer than the deepest, darkest part of the ocean, glittering with desire. “Rinse.”
Despite asking me to move under the water, he doesn’t release my hips or my gaze. He searches my face with an almost feral intensity, like he’s about three seconds away from pulling out his thick cock and seating me on it.
But he doesn’t. He doesn’t move. And slowly, almost imperceptibly, my shame begins to bloom into something else.
Something that feels like power.
I said ‘no.’ And he said that I could stop him from doing—almost—anything with that one word alone. Apparently, he meant what he said, because it’s clear that he’s fighting a war against himself right now.
Time to put that to the test.
Locking eyes, I loosen my arms and let them fall to my sides, my hands brushing his. He lets go of my hips, dragging his palms down my thighs, swallowing hard. I pull away from him, stepping back into the stream of water to rinse off as he asked.
I let the water roll over me, closing my eyes and running my hands through my hair. Wet tendrils stick to my chest, and I cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
My breath hitches as they harden again, and I open my eyes. His gaze is locked on my face, and that fire that he started in my core heats up again. I stoke the flames, watching him watch me.
His eyes narrow as I hold his gaze, squeezing my breast with one hand and running the other lightly down my stomach and pausing between my legs. I’m not sure how far I want to take this, and I don’t know what reaction I’m hoping for from him. But I want a reaction.
He keeps his gaze trained on my eyes, doesn’t look any lower than that. I take it as a challenge. I want to push him, prove to him that he’s a liar, that my ‘no’ isn’t enough to stop him, make him break his word minutes after they left his mouth. Show him that he’s the monster that I think he is.
I spread my pussy lips apart with two fingers and find my clit nestled at the crest. Gently, I drag my fingernail lightly in circles around it, then over it, with increasing pressure. My wetness drips down my thighs, mixing with the hot water and running down my legs.
Fuck, there’s something about his eyes on me, that intensity, the way he’s 100% locked in, that makes my pussy clench. The power I hold over him in this moment, it’s intoxicating. I haven’t felt this sense of control in a long time. I like it.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, kitten,” he growls softly, his dark blue eyes like granite.
He hasn’t moved in the chair since I stepped back into the water, and I take advantage of the view. God, he’s gorgeous, and the unhinged way he’s looking at me sends a jolt of fear into my system, triggering a fresh release of wetness over my fingers.
I started this to fuck with him, no intention of getting off, but something about him watching me with every ounce of his attention, water droplets building up and dripping down his muscular chest, is doing things to me that I didn’t expect.
Pressing into my clit, harder and faster, I let my gaze follow the sinews of his neck down to his shoulders, soaking in every hard muscle in his arms, the veins protruding and throbbing in his neck.
His pecs are hard, his abdomen meticulously defined, like he carved it exactly as he wanted.
His cock is so hard that it pulls his suit pants tight, threatening to break free.
“You keep staring at it like that, I’m going to take it out and make you use it on that pretty pussy of yours.” The way he says it sounds threatening, but I flick my gaze up to meet his, giving him a “let’s find out” look and immediately drop my eyes back to his cock.
His cock is big if the outline of it in his pants is any indication, more than I could handle even if I wanted to—which I don’t.
But since I feel safe in the knowledge that he won’t touch me, I allow myself to think about what it might look like, about taking it in my mouth, getting it slick and wet and ready for me.
Imagine climbing onto his lap, sliding myself onto him and taking as much as I can, then riding him until I come all over his cock.
My breathing quickens at the image, and with it my fingers, as I rub my clit fast and hard, feeling myself inch closer and closer to the top of the cliff.
He leans forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees, purposefully blocking my view of the intimidating bulge in his pants.
I drag my eyes back up to meet his, and he’s glaring at me now, his gaze still locked on my eyes, never wavering.
But his chest is rising and falling rapidly.
I can’t tell if he wants to fuck me or kill me, but the fact that he clearly wants badly to do one of those things but does neither, choosing instead to be still and watch me, causes my stomach to tense so much it hurts.
“I fucking mean it, Siena,” he says, his voice low and rough like gravel scraping across my clit.
My lips part and finally, finally, he allows his gaze to drop, but only as far as my mouth, his own lips parting as he swipes his tongue over his lower lip. He looks like a lion, ready to pounce, and my eyelids grow heavy as I stare at him. A soft moan escapes me.
“If you’re not going to stop me,” I manage to get out between breaths. “I’m not going to stop.”
Before I can finish the sentence, Matti is out of his seat and next to me under the water, seizing me by the throat. “You want me to stop you, kitten? Or do you want me to finish you off?”
He isn’t cutting off my air, but he steps in close to me, forcing me to back up until I’m against the cold steel wall. I gasp and arch my back when it touches my warm skin, tilting my head back to look up at him.
This. This is the reaction I wanted. Part of me wants to abandon my original plan, let him do what he wants to me.
I’m so wet. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone so badly.
But the other part of me, the part that hates him, wants only to fuck with him mercilessly the way he fucked with me at One Pearl Park Plaza.
Wants to show him how powerful I can be.
Wants to say again…
“No.”
Matti grinds his teeth and slams the palm of his hand against the wall above my head. He leans his head down, pressing his forehead against mine, closing his eyes and swallowing deep breaths. His grip tightens around my neck and I start to gasp for air as I return to rubbing my clit.
Holy shit.
His hand on my throat, the heat pouring off his body, his giant cock an inch away.
My eyes roll back in my head, as I keep up a hard pressure on my clit, rhythmic, punishing, getting faster and faster as my arousal drips down my fingers and thighs, my pussy clenching hard.
My eyelids start to droop, my entire body tenses as I inch closer and closer to orgasm.
Matti lifts his forehead from mine, feeling me tighten under his hand. “Eyes on me,” he growls.
Without hesitation, I open my eyes, more than happy to look at this gorgeous man—this gorgeous man that I am controlling—while I fuck myself.
The raw intensity in his beautiful blue eyes burns into me, his face inches from mine.
The sound of his voice, his warm breath skating across my jaw, the heat from his heaving chest—all of it compounds and explodes into the last blissful shove I need to send me over the edge.
My orgasm rips through me violently, a rush of wetness coating my thighs.
I cry out so loudly that it reverberates around the small room, my mouth open wide an inch away from Matti’s.
My back arches more, my eyes drift close as I let go, and my lips brush his accidentally.
He moans into my mouth, his fingertips digging into my throat and he grinds his hard cock against my wet stomach, his huge thigh into my pussy, pinning me to the wall and holding me up as the last tremors wrack my body.
“Fuck,” he groans.
He takes a minute, breathing deeply, working hard to regain control as I do the same, staring up at him.
When he speaks, his voice is low and rumbling. “Hear me, Siena. When you do tell me ‘yes’—and that day is coming—do not expect mercy. I am going to make you fucking beg.”
A small smile pulls at my lips, enjoying the tortured look on his gorgeous face. That day will never come. I’m calling the shots here. The power belongs to me, and I like it too much to let it go.
I start to feel lightheaded, and flashes of light appear in my peripheral. Vertigo flips my vision around me like a tornado. As my legs falter beneath me, Matti wraps his arms around me and catches me.