14. Sienna
Chapter 14
Sienna
He had the fucking audacity to think he could control me? After all the bullshit I left behind in New York? I don’t fucking think so. He was a total smoke show and had my body begging for every solid inch of him, but there was no chance in hell that I would let him dictate what I did the way my parents once did.
Letting what small amount of rage that was building inside of me take root, I slowly rolled my hips against him, grinding myself down on his hard cock, his piercings rubbing up against the inside of my sensitive cunt. I’ve always heard that hate fucking was fun, and I was ready to find out just how much.
Colby groaned as I moved up and down his rock-hard shaft, my thighs pressing up against his sides for leverage as I continued to ride him, harder and faster, my hands gliding up my body to fist in my hair.
His hands traveled upward from resting on my thighs to grip my waist. They were soft and smooth but also had a subtle roughness that had faded over time. Workers’ hands that softened from a life of luxury.
His thumbs caressed my skin, rubbing circles on either side of my abs, the tender touch turning my goal of a hate fuck into something far from it.
I sucked in a sharp breath at the realization and dropped my hands to his, pulling them away from my body.
“Stop.” I breathed, subtle pants of lust and desire passing my lips.
“What’s the matter?” He frowned, his eyes softening as they fixated on mine, and I snapped.
“Don’t give me those puppy dog eyes.” I bit. “We aren’t making love. This is a simple hate fuck, and you know it.” My words were harsh, but they were the truth. At least from what I believed they were.
“You want a hate fuck, love?” Colby chuckled, and my insides twisted. From excitement? Fear? “Whatever my wife wants.” His eyes darkened, and within seconds I was flipped off his cock and face down in the sheets.
He pulled my arms behind my back, securing my forearms parallel to each other with one hand as he smacked my ass with the other. I whimpered from the sharp pain, but it felt so good. He dragged my body down towards the edge of the mattress, my hips now hanging off and toes planted on the ground.
“I think I like you more in this position.” He purred, positioning himself between my spread legs, using his knees to spread them even wider.
I didn’t fight the urge to push my hips upwards, my ass in the air and ready for his cock.
Without warning, he drove himself into me from behind, fucking me roughly with every thrust. His piercings rubbed against my G-spot, and I moaned loudly into the bed with how good it felt. I had never experienced a pierced cock until I had his, and now I didn’t think I could ever go back.
Colby had one hand on my arms to keep them in place and the other on my hip for extra control and leverage. His grunts made me wet, and the sound of his thighs slapping against mine sent shivers down my spine.
His hand smacked my ass again as he continued to pound into me, and I cried out from the burning sensation it left behind.
“Oh, fuck me.” I panted into the sheets, drooling from pleasure.
I could barely swallow, every thrust taking away my breath. My arms were starting to cramp from their tight positioning, but I was too far gone to say anything.
Colby slowed his thrusts, bending forward over my back, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.
“I want to see your beautiful face when you come for me.” He released my arms and abruptly flipped me onto my back, my legs straight up against his chest, with his fingers digging into my thighs hard enough to bruise. “Let me see how much you hate this, love.”
He slammed back inside of me, and I screamed while clawing at the sheets. I needed to grip on to something, anything. He was making it hurt on purpose, and I was becoming a slut for it, my face growing flush as I attempted to pull my legs towards me, but his grip just tightened further.
“You can have your legs back when they’re shaking,” Colby smirked. “But for now, I need you to be my precious wife and come on my cock. Show me how much you enjoy being hate fucked.”
His fingers slid up my side to tease and pull at my hard nipples. I could feel my cunt clench around his cock with every tug.
“Who am I?” He challenged, slowing his movements yet again.
“Fuck… you.” I shook my head. I refused to give him the answer he wanted.
“Who. Am. I?” His hips slammed into me, and I cried out at how deep he went.
“Asshole…” I hissed, tears starting to slide down the sides of my face from the pain.
“Last chance, love.” He slammed into me a second time, and I bit down hard on my bottom lip as his hand slid up from my breast to lightly squeeze my throat.
“Fuck” I screamed so loudly my throat burned. “My h—husband.” I choked out.
“That’s my girl.” He crooned, finishing me off by playing with my clit until I came so hard I saw stars dancing across my vision.
With a final thrust, he followed me, filling my cunt with his white hot cum.
Colby released my neck and pulled out of me, his cum mixed with mine dripping from my cunt and onto the sheets and floor. I couldn’t feel my legs; they were numb from the position he held them in as he fucked me like it was a punishment. I didn’t think I could walk even if I tried. Thank god I was already in bed.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled my back to his chest as he laid us further up on the bed.
“I am not cuddling with you after that,” I growled with a whine.
He was not going to fuck me into submission, even if I just called him my husband so he would let me come.
“You have a small bed; there is no other option.” He yawned and shrugged against me.
“Then sleep on the floor.” I barked.
“Fuck no. If you don’t want to cuddle, that’s fine, but then we live at the penthouse, where the bed can accommodate your ridiculous need for space.” Fuck sake.
“Fine.” I hissed. Always a fucking loophole to be found somewhere .
I gripped the pillow in front of me, holding it tightly to my chest, trying to ignore the man at my back.
It didn’t take long for sleep to claim me, hoping to wake up with him gone come morning.
The sound of a drawer slamming shut startled me awake. I groaned and pulled a pillow over my head, attempting to fall back asleep.
I swear… Another loud slam came from across the room, and I jolted upright.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” I shouted, glaring daggers at Colby from where he stood in front of my dresser. An open suitcase was on the floor, half filled with my clothes. “Don’t—”
“I’m packing you a bag for the penthouse. We can hire a service to move the rest later.” He spoke calmly, turning to casually lean against the dresser, crossing his arms over his chest.
I hurled the pillow I was holding across the room, aiming straight for his head. He didn’t flinch and swatted it to the floor just before it collided with his face.
At least I know my aim is still good.
“Do you have to do this right now?” I growled in anger, reaching for my phone to check the time. “It’s not even fucking seven. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I have to work at nine.” He shrugged. “I wanted everything ready so we could leave when you woke up.” He was acting like he was doing me a fucking favor.
“Work?” I arched a brow in question. “Your shows are in the evening…”
“I bartend during the day at the Neon Palms Ultrapool.” Colby sighed, running a hand through his hair, and all I could think about was running my own through it. Feeling the soft strands through my fingers and tugging on it as his mouth trailed down my body, kissing every square inch of me. Fuck. It was so hard to be angry with him when he was so goddamn gorgeous. It was not fucking fair.
He was a bartender and a male revue dancer, yet he could afford a skyline penthouse with a view of the Last Vegas Strip… How?
I fell back on the bed, hearing his footsteps coming towards me. I held up a finger to stop his approach.
“Stop… right there.” I didn’t bother to look at him, to even see where he had stopped.
I covered my eyes with my forearm. My mind was a hot mess, and all because of him. This wasn’t right; he took advantage of me while I was drunk and chained me to him by an illegal legal marriage.
Generally, you’d think that it would be a woman who would trap a screaming hot man into marriage, but no, not here. So why was I pissed off knowing that I was the winner in all of this? I got every starving woman’s wet dream; I made out like a fucking bandit that night.
A male revue dancer on the Las Vegas Strip.
All mine, no strings attached.
Colby pounced on me, straddling my hips and shaking me from my drifting thoughts. His hands wrapped around my wrists and pinned them above my head. I tried to squirm under him, but he was too big and far too strong for me to overpower him. He leaned his face within breathing distance of mine, and my breath caught.
“You—” I started with a grunt as I strained to release my wrist from his grip.
“I can tell you’re in deep thought about something,” He grinned. “Reconsidering your feelings for me already, love?” He chuckled, licking his luscious lips and flicking his bright blue eyes to mine.
“I don’t know you, and you sure as fuck don’t know me.” I gawked. “I’d willingly jump out of a Maverick Helicopter mid-flight before reconsidering… this.” I paused before adding, “You.”
“No, you’re right, but if I were to reach between us right now, I know I’d find you soaked for me.” He murmured into my ear as his lips grazed along my cheekbone before pulling back to look at me again.
“Is that all you think about? Sex?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
“It’s hard to think of anything else when your wife tastes like a Michelin star meal.” Colby picked up his hips, sliding down my body and dragging the sheets that covered me with him. “Speaking of… How about a little breakfast?” He growled, eyes darkening as he looked up at me from where he stopped descending near my hips.
With a huff, I pulled my right leg up towards my chest, high enough to prop my foot on his shoulder, and with as much force as I could muster, I pushed him off of me and slid out of bed before he could pin me down again.
Colby laughed as he watched me step around the bed—him—and stroll over to my now half-empty dresser. I angrily pulled out a pair of hot pink yoga shorts and a loose-fitting black crop top, dressing before pulling my hair into a messy bun with the black scrunchy I found lying on top.
“Nice choice in outfit.” Colby crooned from the bed, lounging on his side as if on vacation.
“I’m not here to please your eyes.” I retorted, grabbing a pair of white ankle socks and slamming the drawer shut.
“Well then, might I suggest an outfit change?” He chuckled playfully, lying back and resting his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. Oh, please… fuck sake, he’s annoying as shit.
I started digging through the half-packed suitcase and noticed only booty shorts, tight tank tops, and the occasional crop tops were in there. No underwear, no bras…
“What the fuck is this?” I pointed to the suitcase while glaring daggers at him.
He shrugged and didn’t answer me. Un-fucking-believable .
If it weren’t for his good looks and half-decent personality, I’d have fucking murdered his ass by now.
I wasn’t the type to normally consider violence first, but I wasn’t above it today.
As I started pulling out a couple of bras and underwear from my drawers and dropping them into the suitcase, I looked over to see that his eyes were now closed, allowing me to openly admire his hard cock that I could see through his low-lying sweatpants.
Fucking stop it, Sienna. We hate him. He doesn’t own us.
“Stare a little harder, and he might grow another inch, love.” Colby lightly laughed, opening an eye and gazing directly at me. I hadn’t noticed that my jaw was hanging open as I essentially drooled over his dick.
“I—I wasn’t… ugh!” Feeling my face flush with embarrassment, I gave him my back and finished packing the suitcase, bending over to zip it up. He whistled over my shoulder as he got a good look at my ass, and I flipped him off before returning to stand.
“You’re a fucking child, Colby.” I chastised.
“I’m a man admiring his beautiful wife. Can you blame me for wanting to act childish around you?” The smile he gave me was one women only ever dreamed of seeing from a man like him. One that screamed he wants you and adores you. Does he really fucking adore me? Adoration could take a back seat next to the rest of my unrealistic expectations for whatever this was between us.
I didn’t answer him. Instead, I picked up the suitcase and strolled my ass to the door, where I slid into my ivory-white Kizik Vegas sneakers and waited for him to get up off his ass so we could leave.
“Let’s go then,” I stated impatiently, placing a hand on my hip, the other resting on the suitcase handle. “I have classes to teach starting at ten.”
He jumped off the bed and prowled towards where I was standing, stepping into me and pressing my body up against the wall. My breath caught as my eyes drifted up to meet his. I continued falling into a trance when our gazes collided—the feeling of comfort and connection taking root.
He dipped his face down to mine, his lips grazing the side of my cheek as he reached for the door handle and opened it next to us.
“After you then, love.” He murmured, and I slipped out of the apartment before I made an even bigger mistake than just marrying him while drunk.
Sienna… You are so fucked, girl.