15. Sienna
Chapter 15
Sienna
Someone’s eyes are on me.
I’m an idiot for leaving the library past dark, especially after staying up late last night following the Devils’ game against the Wildcats. To my shock, Luke actually wasn’t lying about me shadowing the medical staff. I learned way more than I needed to know about common hockey injuries like shoulder dislocations and groin pulls.
On the bus ride home, Luke was so exhausted, he fell asleep, but I was too paranoid that he was faking it to let my eyes fall shut.
While I was studying, concentrating was nearly impossible with my mind completely distracted by thoughts of Luke, by the memories of our trip on the bus. I still can’t believe what we did, and I shouldn’t be aching for more of it.
Now, after three hours in the library, I’m exhausted and beyond paranoid.
I should’ve at least asked Juliet or Violet to go with me. I’m like the lone survivor in a post-apocalyptic movie on this dark campus. A few lamps and security call boxes light my path, but the campus is deserted at this time of night.
Yet I’m certain someone is in the shadows, watching every hurried step I take.
I clutch my arms to my body, shivering in the arctic air despite the winter coat and hood over my head. Maybe I’m wearing enough layers that if I get punched or stabbed, the blows won’t do as much damage.
My phone rings and I jump. When I spot the photo of me with my mom, both of us smiling at my high school graduation, I heave a sigh of relief and answer. “Hey, Mom. I’m heading back to the dorm now.”
“Oh, good.” She’s out of breath. “I just got back from book club and now I’ve got grilled cheese on the stove.”
“Book club?”
She’s never mentioned book club a day in her life. Her only hobby outside of work and men is rewatching her favorite TV shows.
“Yeah! It’s great! The girls and I get along so well. And we’ve discovered some amazing new books this month.” She actually sounds really happy. Hopeful.
I wish she could’ve experienced this revelation while I was still home.
Guilt follows the intrusive thought. I should be happy for her, not making this about me. “That’s amazing. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“How was your day?”
“Fine.” I’m tempted to launch into a dull explanation of my classes and schoolwork and what Juliet and I grabbed from the dining hall for dinner, but I haven’t been able to get what Luke told me about my father out of my head.
Gambling addiction . If Mom didn’t tell me, she probably doesn’t want me to know. But I need confirmation if Luke is right about this.
Normally, I sweep any potential interpersonal conflict under the rug. But I can’t this time. “Did you and Dad divorce because he had a gambling addiction?”
“He told you?” Her voice goes up an octave.
The words hit me like a gut punch. Was she just going to let me believe I was to blame for their divorce for the rest of my life? Or maybe she hasn’t had any idea about the guilt I’ve been harboring.
“No, I...figured it out.” I can’t admit Luke found out by snooping. There’s a lot about Luke that I can’t admit to her. What he did to me in the stairwell, on the bus to the away game, in my hotel room the night we met—“So is it true? Did you ask for a divorce because of his gambling?”
She sighs. “Not exactly. A few years before our divorce, he became more distant. Secretive. When I finally found out what he was doing, I confronted him. I gave him a choice—he could keep gambling, or he could keep his family. He made his choice.”
Maybe this revelation should make me feel like shit, knowing my father picked slot machines over me. But instead, relief floods through me.
I didn’t drive my father away. He left of his own accord. Their divorce had nothing to do with me. I’m not to blame. I’m not the reason Mom has been nursing a broken heart for the past decade.
In the background of the call, an alarm blares. “Shit!” Mom hisses. “I forgot the grilled cheese. Hey, hon, I have to go. Text me when you get to your dorm. Love you!”
As soon as I hang up, I spot texts from the unknown number. Probably Marcus, but I still have no way of proving it.
Unknown
Found you.
The next message is a photo of me, walking alone on campus.
Heart in my throat, I whip around, nearly dropping my phone.
But there’s nothing. No one following me.
My heart pounds, and I’m tempted to sprint all the way back to Nohren Hall.
A closer look at the photo shows I’m wearing a different outfit and the sun is still up. But he knows where I am. Tracked me down somehow.
He’s already been here. He knows how to find me, and he could show up again at any time. When I least expect it. When I’m completely alone and vulnerable. Just as he and Stephen and Kade found me that night.
Have I learned nothing? I’m such an idiot.
Tears sting my eyes. I wish I could talk to Ten. Wish I could confide in him as I’ve always done and he’d comfort me in the way only he knows how. But it’s been weeks since I last heard from him. I’ve been through some of the biggest changes in my life recently, and he’s ghosting me. He obviously doesn’t care anymore, and I should stop hoping to hear from him again.
But I can’t give up on him. And I’m just as pissed at myself for that as I am him.
In a fit of rage, I type out a text.
Sienna
I could really use a friend right now and it’s honestly shitty of you to
A crunch behind me.
In the dimly lit parking lot, I catch a glimpse of red. The same Cadillac that was parked outside of the bar.
Marcus.
I hurry up the sidewalk. I need to get the fuck out of here. Somewhere with other people, where there will be witnesses if he gets his hands on me.
When I round the corner by the Village, a masked man leaps into my path.
A scream rips from my throat.
Four hulking masked men burst out laughing.
“Holy shit!” Knox lifts his mask and wheezes, bending over at the waist. “You should’ve seen your face!”
I smack his arm. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Behind him, Wes and Damien reveal their smirks beneath their masks. The only one who leaves his mask in place is Finn, his lean, beautifully sculpted face entirely hidden under the mask with x’s over his eyes and mouth.
“You scare easy.” Damien’s smirk doesn’t waver as the low words rumble from his mouth.
“You’re four giant men in masks in the dark. Of course I’m going to scream.”
“I don’t know about four.” Damien claps Wes on the shoulder. “But the three of us can make you scream.”
Knox’s bright eyes dance, and I’ll admit the masks are working for me. I’m into plenty of kinky shit, but even I don’t think I could handle three massive hockey players at once. The recovery time would take weeks.
Not to mention none of them are the Devil I’ve been fantasizing about. None of them are the Devil who’s made me come harder than I ever have in my life—twice. Except I absolutely, one thousand percent should not be fantasizing about that Devil.
“What are you all doing out here anyway?”
“Luke sent us,” Wes tells me, and their smiles turn eerie.
What the hell does that mean? It sounds more like a threat than an explanation. “For what?”
A low, quiet voice little more than a hum in my ear. “For you.”
Finn . He disappeared behind me without me noticing.
Before I can open my mouth, a hand covers my lips. Another covers my eyes.
Without a word of warning, they grab me.
The Devils drag me kicking and screaming to the house they share. At least, I attempt to kick and scream against their hold.
If Luke knew what really happened to me back in Wakefield, would he allow his teammates to do this to me?
Maybe they were lying. Maybe he has no idea what they’re up to. But none of them breathe a word about their plans for me while Wes drives us off campus.
We don’t go far. My heart thunders as we stop in front of a house on Lamont Row.
“Come on, beautiful.” Knox’s hold on my arm turns tender. “Let’s get you inside.”
“What are you doing?” I demand for the tenth time. “I’ll scream.”
I hardly fought back when Marcus, Stephen, and Kade got their hands on me. If the Devils want to do the same, I’m going to fight back tooth and nail, with every ounce of strength in me.
A slow, devastating smile creeps over Damien’s face on my other side before his hand velcros over my mouth. “Then we’ll have to keep you quiet, won’t we?”
Even though I thrash in their arms like a feral cat, the four of them manage to pull me inside with little effort.
In the dimly lit house, my heart is about to burst out of my chest. A pair of sneakers is discarded in the middle of the kitchen floor, a jersey tossed onto the counter, a pile of dishes in the sink.
This is their house. The Devils’ house.
Damien finally removes his hand from my mouth. They aren’t worried about keeping me quiet anymore. “Let me go!”
Knox, Damien, and Finn have made it no secret that they want to share me in bed. But Wes? He’s hopelessly devoted to Violet. Why would he be involved in this?
Unless he’s planning to have his way with me too. That makes him even more of a scumbag than the rest of them, if that’s even possible. Violet is angelic compared to all of them. I bet she has no clue what her boyfriend is up to.
What they’re all about to do to me.
“He said you’re not allowed to leave until his room is spotless.” Wes nods to a hallway, and my stomach twists violently.
“Who?” I force the word out, even though I already know the answer.
“Your stepbrother.” Knox grins at me. “He said you owed him one.”
I fold my arms. “So what? I’m his servant now?”
Knox shrugs. Finn still hasn’t removed his mask, and he’s more relaxed with his beautiful face hidden.
I know Luke didn’t actually have his teammates kidnap me so I can play maid. You won’t spend just one night in my room now. You’ll be there all weekend.
Luke can’t really be planning on keeping me here. The other Devils will know who he has locked up in his room. There’s no way they wouldn’t be suspicious.
One minute, he’s the knight in shining armor, a prince I don’t deserve. The next, he’s a Devil, in every sense of the word.
And all four of them are just as bad for going along with it. For doing Luke’s dirty work for him.
“You fucking your stepbrother?” Damien folds his arms, enormous biceps bulging.
All three of them look amused, and I’m sure Finn is wearing an identical smirk beneath his mask.
“No!” I bite my lip, hoping the word didn’t sound too defensive, even though it’s true. I’m not fucking him—it only happened once, and it hasn’t happened since. But I can’t be sure that it never will again.
“You want to?” Knox’s question makes the rest of them laugh.
“ No .” My face must be flaming red now. “You’re all gross.”
“Then when you’re done with his room, come find us.” Knox heads for his own room so I know exactly where he’ll be waiting for me.
The other Devils don’t budge, guarding the door to prevent me from making a run for it.
“Go on.” Damien gives me a sharp slap on the ass, spurring me on deeper into the shadows. “Maybe do some topless maid service around the rest of the house while you’re at it.”
I grind my teeth and leave the kitchen, unsure which Devils I’d rather deal with—the ones at my back, or the one waiting for me in his bedroom.
Even the walls hold their breath while I shuffle through the living room and down the hallway. Far away from the kitchen and the Devils’ eavesdropping ears, the door to Luke’s bedroom waits, silent on the other side.
I knock. Silence. No shuffling feet or shout of acknowledgment.
Maybe the Devils weren’t lying—maybe Luke really did order me here to clean his room. What an asshole.
Gritting my teeth, I turn the knob and shoulder the door open.
Inside, the room is immaculate. Hardly lived in. Dirty clothes tossed in a laundry basket, an organized desk with little more than a laptop, textbooks, notebooks, and a lamp. Hockey gear peeking out of the partly open closet.
What the hell? His room isn’t even messy. Not that I should complain there’s not actually anything he could force me to clean. Even the bed is made, the corner of the blanket and sheet folded neatly to the side as if ready to welcome me in.
Behind me, the door clicks shut. Then locks.
I whip around. A shirtless Luke is holding up a pair of pink handcuffs. My mouth goes dry. He’s wearing those infuriatingly sexy gray sweatpants low on his hips, that deep V plunging into the waistband making my breath catch.
Though I wish I was disgusted by him, wish his antics repulsed me, I can’t help the way my knees turn to jelly. His giant body looms in the shadows of the dark room, the mouthwatering muscle on his bicep tight as he dangles the handcuffs from a finger.
Even in the minimal light, his gray eyes gleam, honing in on me. I am the ant; he is the microscope. He tracks every slight move, every nervous fidget of my hands, every shallow breath that makes my breasts rise and fall beneath my coat.
Whether I want to admit it or not, my stepbrother owns me. He can order the biggest guys on campus to wear masks and kidnap me in the dark, all to bring me to him.
The worst part is that none of this makes me fear him. It only makes me want him more.
“They think I’m your maid now.” I fold my arms. On the opposite wall is a window. He’s on the first floor—I could leap for it, fling it open, and jump out.
But I stay where I am. I don’t want to escape him. As insane as it makes me, I want to stay here with him. Want to find out what Luke Valentine has planned for me.
“Better than them thinking you’re my girlfriend, right?” He saunters forward. “At least for now.”
“I’m not your girlfriend.” My pulse picks up speed.
“You will be.” He cradles my face, and I long to lean in to his touch. To give in and take what I want. “Then you’ll be my wife.”
My spine stiffens. Yeah, my stepbrother is officially delusional. “You barely know me, and even if that was even remotely something I was interested in, our parents are still married. Pretty sure that’s illegal, and if not, at least not socially acceptable.”
“Who gives a fuck what anyone else thinks?” His gray eyes turn stormy. “We’re right for each other. That’s all that matters. Our parents aren’t going to stay together anyway.”
I’ve never even bothered entertaining the idea that our parents might break up. They just got married, and they seem perfectly happy together. But I also don’t know either of them that well. “How are you so sure?”
“They’ve already broken up before. Once Ma finds out about his gambling, what he did with her money, she’ll come to her senses.” The hand cradling my face slides into my hair. “I’ll do anything to have you, Sienna. Anything.”
A sick bubble of hope rises in my chest at the possibility of a future in which our parents aren’t together and Luke and I can be. I shouldn’t be hoping for the demise of a marriage. I’m selfish, screwed up in the head. I wish I could blame Luke for making me this way, but I’ve been fighting my desire for him since we met. And failing miserably.
“Anything? Including letting me go?” That’s what I should want. But no part of me does.
“You remember our deal. I get you for the whole weekend.”
My heart skips. “Your teammates are already suspicious of us.”
He shrugs like this is no big deal. “I’ll tell them you left late. They won’t even know you’re in here. Until you scream, anyway.”
I freeze. “Luke, no one can?—”
“I know.” His gray eyes grow cold. “No one can know. I’m your dirty little secret.”
Impossibly, my chest squeezes with guilt.
“You want this just as much as I do. Now take off your clothes, Sienna.” The rumbling command turns my limbs to liquid. He grabs a shirt off his bed and tosses it to me. “Put that on.”
I catch the soft cotton in my hands, examining the black and red stitching. His jersey.
When I hesitate, he barks, “ Now .”
His voice travels down to my toes. Slowly, I shrug out of my clothes, his gaze burning through me with every article of clothing I discard on the floor.
“Bra and panties too,” he commands when my underwear is all that remains to shield me.
I do as he instructs, reaching around to unhook my bra and letting the straps slide down my arms. My breasts fall, and his breaths turn shallow.
When I slide my panties down my legs, his head follows as he tracks every inch of movement.
As soon as I’m fully naked in front of him, I slip his jersey over my head. Valentine stitched across my back. Marking me as his.
From another part of the house, a heavy bass thuds. Someone is blasting music in one of their rooms. The Devils have finally given up their posts in front of the door.
When he sees me eyeing my escape, Luke tosses me onto the bed, knocking the breath out of me. The drumming of my heart is thunderous, and a small smile crawls across my lips.
Luke grabs my hands and cuffs them, cool metal closing around my wrists.
“What the hell are you doing?” I jerk against the metal, but the handcuffs don’t budge.
With a thin rope, he binds the cuffs to the headboard. Where the hell did that rope come from? “I told you. You’re staying here for the weekend.”
“So what—you’re going to keep me strapped to your bed for forty-eight hours? You realize I’m going to need to pee at some point.”
“Bathroom’s right there.” He nods to a door. Of course his room would have a bathroom attached. No chance of anyone discovering he’s keeping me locked in here.
Once he has more rope, he grabs for my ankle. My heart leaps into my throat and I kick at him, but he catches my ankle in an unyielding grip that only tightens as he plants my foot on the mattress and binds it to the bed with the rope.
“Stop it!” I hiss as he reaches for my other ankle.
My heart shouldn’t be pounding in anticipation of what he’s going to do to me next. My chest shouldn’t be flushed from adrenaline, and my thighs shouldn’t be attempting to clamp together to relieve the building ache between my legs.
He literally sent his friends to kidnap me and now he has me tied down to his bed. He’s planning to keep me here all weekend and do god knows what to me. And for some insane reason, I’m not at all terrified. I’m not even mad, despite fighting him at every turn. Instead, my entire body is crackling like a live wire in anticipation.
After how hard he’s made me come, I can’t bring myself to dread his hands on me. No matter how wrong and dangerous it is.
He can’t possibly know about my fantasy of getting tied down and fucked. He knows me better than I would’ve thought possible for anyone, even Ten.
Every muscle in my body tenses when Luke strides from the bed and digs in his bedside drawer. What could he be looking for? Condoms?
“You’re going to stop running from me, Sienna.” His lethal voice sends ants skittering down my spine. “You’re going to stop hiding. You’re going to stop giving a fuck about what other people think or want, and you’re going to be with me. Because you know we’re right together. Because you know we’re the best thing to ever happen to each other. And I’m going to remind you about that all night.”
When he approaches the bed again, he holds up a pink vibrator. One that looks all too familiar.
“You stole my vibrator?” I really need to find that key card he stole from Juliet and shred it.
“Borrowed it.”
“Just like you borrowed my phone and my dress and Juliet’s key.”
He shrugs. “Ready for our new deal, sweetheart?”
I’m tied up, so I don’t exactly have any leverage to argue. “What deal?”
“You tell me you’re mine, and you can leave. You let me hold you at night and walk you to your classes and keep you safe. You come to my games and cheer me on and let me show you how much I care about you, every day.” He traces the vibrator along my thigh without turning it on. My breath catches. “Or I make you come over and over with this all weekend until you give in.”
Somehow, Luke wants more than sex from me. This isn’t just about his twisted fantasies of his stepsister. I still don’t know why he wants more from me, but I’m starting to want more from him too, no matter how reckless that is. I definitely want more of this .
He has no idea how badly I want to give in to him. How an ache settles in my chest every time I try to push him away, try to convince myself that he’s forbidden and I shouldn’t want him. How terrified I am that if I let him in, he’ll hurt me like Dad hurt Mom. Like Ten hurt me. That he’ll leave me behind because that’s what always happens.
So I keep my mouth shut.
His gaze drops to my body splayed out in front of him, disappointed. “Guess you’ve made your choice.”
Without another word, he yanks the jersey up over my eyes, shielding my view of him.
A dull drone hums from the vibrator as Luke turns it on. My heartbeat turns staccato as he glides the silicone up my body, the pulsing pressure on my bare skin foreign. When the silicone reaches my nipple, I stop breathing as he increases the pressure.
I bite my lip, trying not to give away just how good it feels. My nipple hardens and the space between my legs grows slick.
For a fleeting moment, I wish he would use his hands and mouth on me. Sink his fingers back inside me like he did in my hotel room, in the stairwell, on the bus.
“You ready to say it yet?” he purrs. “Admit it?”
Several seconds of silence tick by before Luke lifts the vibrator from my breast and smacks it down onto my clit.
I yelp, jerking against my restraints. They don’t budge—only make my ankles and wrists and shoulders ache deliciously. Yes, keep doing that. Don’t stop . I bite the words back down before they can escape.
His mouth comes down on my peaked nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I gasp, arching into him.
The shock of his unexpected touch, the anticipation from not knowing where or when the next brush of contact will come, makes it that much sweeter, makes the pleasure pump harder through my veins.
He cranks up the pressure on the vibrator until it’s pulsing hard on my clit, electric bursts zapping me down to my toes and up to my scalp.
“Luke!” I mean his name to come out like a warning, but he must take it as encouragement because he presses the silicone harder against that sensitive bundle of nerves. My heels dig into the mattress of their own accord, trying to get away from him.
“Stop trying to escape me, Sienna. You never will.” His mouth crashes down onto my nipple, sucking it as deep as he can into his mouth, abusing it far worse than the other. I cry out, writhing beneath him. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”
My pussy pulses, arousal pooling and threatening to spill down to the sheet beneath my ass. Overwhelming pleasure makes my eyes sting, and I can’t bite back the moans that leave my throat unbidden.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, barely audible above the depraved drone of the toy. “Come for me.”
Against my ribcage, my heart thumps wildly. I can’t hold back my orgasm even if I wanted to. That crest of pleasure barrels toward me like a runaway train.
Fireworks explode in my head as my pussy pulses, clit throbbing beneath the unrelenting pressure of the vibrator. I claw at my restraints, struggling to get away from the overwhelming sensation between my legs, but Luke doesn’t relent. He keeps the vibrator glued to me, still cranked to one of the highest settings.
“Stop!” I pant, tears pooling. The stimulation is too much. I can’t take any more.
His finger dips down to swirl in my arousal, but he doesn’t remove the vibrator. “You’re the only one who can stop this.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. I’m aching to be filled, to feel him stretching me and thrusting into me over and over while he keeps that vibrator on my clit until I’m coming with his cock inside me.
But I can’t give in to him. I can’t. I may be willing to give him my body, but not my heart.
He tsks at my silence, at the absence of the words he longs to hear but I can’t say to him. “We’ll have to give you another then. And another. And another.”
Anticipation and panic mix. How many orgasms is Luke going to force on me before he lets me leave this room? How many will my body be able to handle before my heart explodes? It already feels like I just swam ten laps.
With a soft click, he cranks the vibrator to the highest setting.
A scream rips from my throat, back arching as my still-sensitive clit gets pulverized by the vibrator. No amount of thrashing against my restraints helps. Luke tugs the jersey down off my face before pinning my hip to the mattress, forcing me to take the pulsing vibrator against my clit with legs spread wide.
I whimper, tears spilling down my face as the second orgasm rockets through me, wringing every remaining ounce of energy from my limbs.
This time, Luke lowers the pressure from the vibrator as I come back down, heart pounding. Relief settles in my bones. Maybe this sweet torment is over.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He dips the silicone down, pressing it against my entrance. Playing with me.
I try not to preen at the praise.
He positions the vibrator so it rests on me when he lets go and backs away. Panic constricts around every muscle. “Where are you going?”
No response comes as he digs through his drawer again. This time pulling out a mask and covering his face. My heart skips.
Next, he finds a lighter and flicks it with his thumb, a flame springing to life. In the darkness, shadows play across his mask. He lights candles around the room.
“Very romantic.” I try to force sarcasm to drip from my words, even as my chest squeezes.
When he’s finished, the room fills with a sweet jasmine scent, and goosebumps prick up along my exposed skin. The scent I told Ten was my favorite.
Luke searches through my clothes on the floor until he finds what he’s looking for. The disposable camera he gave me.
“What are you doing?”
He holds the camera above me and snaps a photo.
“Luke!” I fight against my restraints. “Delete that!”
I don’t have to see his mouth beneath the mask to know he’s smirking. “Relax. No one will see it but me.”
He ditches the camera on his bedside table and grabs the vibrator again, swirling it in the mess between my legs. I whimper. “Please.”
But I’m not sure what I’m begging for anymore. Him to stop and release me, or to keep going and give me release.
“Is this what you imagined with Ten? That he’d still be wearing a mask when you finally met and make you come over and over again?”
“N-no.” Every inch of me is wound tight. I don’t know what answer he wants to hear—the truth or a lie.
He smacks the vibrator against my clit and I cry out, jerking hard. My muscles are already aching. “Don’t lie, Sienna.”
“ Yes ,” I breathe. “That’s what I imagined.”
What if my doubts were wrong? What if Luke really is Ten? That would explain the intensity in the way he watches me, his insistence that we’re meant to be even though we hardly know each other. Because maybe we actually know each other better than anyone else does.
But why wouldn’t he tell me? Why would he allow me to think Ten ghosted me? If he actually is Ten, he’s an asshole for not telling me sooner, for letting me think my friend abandoned me.
Yet part of me still hopes he is. That the masked man who’s been my friend for years is also the hockey goalie who can’t get enough of me.
Luke glides the vibrator up my pussy slowly, and I brace for the impact against my swollen, overly sensitive clit. “Forget about Ten. Forget about every other man before you met me. Because I’m the only one who will ever do this to you. The only man who will ever make you feel this way.”
Forget about Ten . Maybe they’re not the same person. Because Ten would never want me to forget our friendship. He would know I’d never be able to forget him, and even if our friendship is over, I would never want to.
When I left Wakefield to come here, this isn’t at all how I expected things to turn out. I didn’t dare hope my new stepfamily would want anything to do with me, let alone...this.
This fucked-up, twisted, taboo affair between me and my stepbrother.
My eyelids are heavy, ready to fall shut when the vibrator finally reaches my clit and every muscle in my body goes rigid as the pleasure radiates through me.
“Ready for another, sweetheart?”