#2
My eyes slam shut and I tilt my head back. My cock throbs wanting to be stroked but she denies me.
“Yes mistress. Can I please have a taste?”
“Of course baby.”
She turns off the plug and slides up my body, working the straps of her harnessed bodysuit off and letting her breasts out. She pushes them together, holding the vibrator, wet with her juices in her cleavage.
“Suck it for me.” It’s nearly a whispered command and I follow on instinct.
My tongue comes out, lavishing the taste of her off the toy before I take one of her nipples in my mouth, between my teeth.
God I could live off the noise she makes for all of eternity. She starts working her pussy on me. Dragging her wet cunt along my chest as I suck her. “Just like that, baby.” Her nails drag across my scalp, and I groan in appreciation.
I move to the other one, loving the slick feel of her as she takes her pleasure from every part of my body.
“You’re such a good fucktoy.” She sits up and moves down. Pausing to run her tongue up my chest, and my dick has a pulse that refuses to stop beating for her.
“Please Angel, fuck me.”
“Do you need to feel this wet pussy around your dick?”
“Fuck, yes I do.” And I nearly fall apart when she lowers herself down, fully suffocating me as she clinches around me. “Yes, thank you, mistress.”
She rides me with slow, torturous rhythm—grinding down like she’s trying to break me without ever giving me the satisfaction of falling apart.
And I’m so close.
The heat’s pouring off me in waves. My cock is pulsing, straining for release. Every nerve ending is on fire, and all I can do is feel her—wrapped around me, teasing me, denying me.
And God, she fucking works me.
Her pussy, the vibrations of the plug against me as she turns it on, rides me, turns it off and pulls my orgasm back.
She comes but doesn’t let me.
I growl. I fucking beg. “Sienna, fuck—please.”
She has the nerve to pretend to think about it. “Hmm. No.”
That word hits harder than any gunshot I’ve ever taken.
“You don’t know what you’re doing, little rabbit,” I grit out, my voice wrecked.
But she just purrs back, hips circling, deliberately slow. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing. And you love it.”
“I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
“Big promises,” she murmurs, nails dragging down my abs like a fucking weapon, “for someone who can’t move.”
My jaw clenches. I buck once, hard, and she gasps—but the sound isn’t fear. It’s arousal. She loves that she’s provoking me. Tempting me to snap.
She changes position, straddling my thighs, dragging my cock through her slick cunt again and again without letting me inside. I’m soaked in sweat, flushed and burning, holding myself back with the last shreds of self-control I have left.
“You think you’re in charge,” I grind out through clenched teeth.
She leans in, kisses me like she’s sealing a deal with Lucifer. “No. I know I am.”
Her mouth is hot, greedy, devouring mine as she grinds harder, rubbing her soaked pussy against me until she shudders again—coming hard, crying out against my neck.
And just when I think she’s finally going to give in and let me finish?—
She pulls away.
Leaves me trembling, on the edge of release, and snatches it from me like a sadistic fucking queen.
“No,” she whispers at my ear. “Not yet.” As she sinks down onto me again. Both feet flat on the bed, ready to bounce that hot fucking cunt on my dick until I die from need.
My eyes snap open.
And something inside me breaks .
“You little fucking tease—” I buck again, and again. Even from the bottom, tied up in her web, I take my girl for a fucking ride, and she loves it. Her hands brace on my chest like she was hoping for this.
Well, it’s not in me to deny my little rabbit of what she wants.
I fuck her from the bottom, gritting out her name between my clinched teeth as I pull on the straps with everything I have.
The left restraint rips with a sharp crack. Silk tears. My arm shoots free and the other follows, splintering the wood of the headboard as I tear myself loose.
I rip the straps binding my ankles with ease.
She gasps—but she doesn’t move fast enough.
I grab her by the waist and her throat and flip her onto her back, covering her body with mine in one breathless second.
My weight. My heat. My fury.
It’s all bearing down on her now.
“You had your fun,” I growl, my cock pressing between her thighs, already poised to take. “Now it’s my turn.”
I hook my elbow under one knee, pulling her leg up and opening her sweet cunt to me.
I drive into her, deep and hard, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust that makes her arch and cry out.
And then I fuck her .
Like I’m branding her from the inside. Like every inch of her is mine and I’m never letting her forget it. My hips pound into her, savage and hungry. My mouth devours hers. My hand fists in her hair.
“You’re mine,” I rasp, voice pure possession. “You fucking hear me?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, Lucian—God, yes.”
I groan like a wild animal when she turns on the vibrator in my ass again. I take her harder. Faster. Until the world dissolves and it’s just her and me, colliding in one final, desperate crescendo.
We come together, trembling, shaking, pulsing with it—and even then, I don’t let go.
I stay inside her. Stay on top of her because I’m already about to come again.
I grab the purple vibrator and turn it the fuck up. Pressing it hard against her clit, she scratches down my back and I arch into her hard against the pain.
“Fuck, Sienna.” I call out, unable to stop the flood of pleasure barreling through me, through her as I make her come again with me.
“Fucking take this.” I pick up the pace as her orgasm crests. “Take every drop of my fucking cum, my beautiful whore.”
“Lucian!” More scratches as I work my dick into her, the vibrator against her.
“I want you so full of my cum, it’s dripping out of your slut pussy for weeks.”
“Yes. Fuck yes.” She repeats as I bring her down with me. The last pulses of my climax shooting into her as I slow my hips. We both turn off the toys we used to torment each other, and I toss the vibrator on the mattress.
My forehead presses against hers, my arms lock around her, like if I hold tight enough, the whole world might stop spinning.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “I love you.”
She kisses me again, soft and sweet, like she knows what that costs me to say. “I know, baby. I love you too.”
And there it is.
The Devil—finally brought to his knees.
Only for her.
I kiss her everywhere—lips, throat, collarbone—like I’m trying to memorize her with my mouth. I don’t want to part from a single inch of her. I never do. Every part of her is mine, and I want her to feel it long after the ache from our fucking subsides.
“Stay with me,” I whisper against her lips, my voice raw from the storm we just walked through—outside and in.
“I am,” she says.
I shake my head, my mouth brushing her jaw, breathing her in. “You know what I mean. Forever. Put me out of my misery and finally say you’ll live with me. Every day.”
My arms lock around her back, and hers settle around my neck.
“I don’t know…” she teases, soft and quiet, but there’s something trembling beneath it. “What if you get tired of me? Break up with me and keep the espresso machine in the divorce?”
My eyes narrow, the devil in me flashing. “Don’t say things that’ll make me angry, little rabbit.” I pin her wrists to the mattress in one quick motion, rolling her perfect nipple between my thumb and finger. “I’ll have to tie you up and spank that pretty little ass until your cheeks are red and throbbing for me.”
She sucks in a breath, and I grin. Wicked. Wild. In love.
“Just the thought of it’s got me hard again already,” I murmur, thrusting my hips against hers.
She feels me. I know she does. Already hard again. Already aching for her.
“There is no one else for me, baby,” I breathe against her skin. “And I want to build this life with you. Run my empire with you. You didn’t just clean up Lorenzo’s fucking mess—you’ve made The Ledger untouchable.”
She blinks up at me, surprised. “You want me to… what?”
“I want you at the table,” I say, clear and unwavering. “Not as staff. Not as support. A seat, Sienna. A real one. Right next to me.”
She stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “You want a partnership?”
“Exactly.”
She starts to laugh, nervous and sweet. “I don’t know what to say…”
I don’t push. Just smile. Lean in like I’m about to kiss her again when my phone chimes. I glance over and smirk.
“But if you need more convincing…” I slide off her and whisper, “Stay right here. Don’t move a muscle.”
I grab my lounge pants and slide them on quickly before half-jogging from the room.
She watches me go, confused and grinning. Flustered and naked in my bed. Right where I fucking love her.
When I return, it’s with a wriggling, brown-and-black shepherd pup in my arms. Big paws. Floppy ears. Tail wagging like it’s powered by joy alone.
Her eyes light up. “Oh my God. What?—”
I watch happiness swell within her as she takes him in, and I can’t stop smiling knowing she loves him. I knew she would.
“If you’re not ready to move in yet, that’s fine,” I tell her, placing the little beast on the bed. “But I still want you protected when you’re not here. He’ll be trained. Fully. He’ll guard you with his life.”
The pup whimpers, scrambles toward her like he already knows she’s his favorite person. She scoops him up, scratches behind his ears, and he immediately starts drooling on the sheets.
“I love him.”
“What are you going to name him?”
She smirks. “Maple.”
I blink. “Maple?”
“It’s perfect,” she insists, beaming.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
I groan. “This dog is going to be a killer, and you’re naming him Maple ?”
“Yes. And my baby is not going to be a killer.”
Oh my god, this fucking woman.
The pup makes a move to jump off the bed. She gently sets him down and watches him wobble like his legs are still learning how to work.
She pulls me down, her legs wrapping around my waist in an instant. “Thank you. He’s perfect.” Her tongue sweeps across my mouth and I gladly part for her. Groaning as I taste the two of us on her lips. God I fucking need more of her.
“Name him whatever you want,” I murmur into her hair. “Just say yes.”
She rubs her soft hands down my hard chest, tracing the lines of my tattoos with her gentle touch. “To what?”
“To all of it… but first…” I know I’m begging but I don’t give a shit. I want my woman. “The Ledger. Partner.”
She nods, smiling. “Partner.”
She kisses me like she means it—like she finally believes this is real.
And I break the kiss just enough to whisper, “Live with me.”
Her hand snakes beneath the waistband of my pants. I’m hard. Still hard. Of course, I am.
I can’t not be when she’s got me like this. Her sinful grip wraps around my cock and I groan, rolling my hips into her touch.
“Not in front of our child.” I grunt into her neck when she squeezes me.
“Our child?” She grins, moving to the head of my cock and driving me wild.
“We’re co-parenting now. Visitation rights. Shared custody. Weekend trips to the park.”
I groan louder when she sneaks her other hand into my pants, both her talented hands stroking me in tandem. I can’t fucking think like this so I pin her wrists against the mattress just because I can . She lets out a laugh, throwing her head back.
“Live with me, little rabbit,” I growl into her neck with a bite. “Don’t let our boy come from a broken home.”
She laughs again, and I release her hands.
Sienna trails her fingers over the scar on my chest and presses a soft kiss there.
No words.
Just that knowing look between us.
She’s not leaving.
Because she’s mine.
And me?
The Devil—the man, the monster—that has never belonged to anyone.
But now I belong to her.
She drags her lips over my throat and whispers, “You think you can handle being a full-time brat tamer?”
“I’m the only one that can.” I groan, my cock twitching in answer. “I was made for you, Angel.”
Then I kiss the corner of her mouth, my voice low and sure. “And I want to wake up looking at your beautiful face and go to sleep with you in my arms. Every day.”
She smiles.
And this time, she doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
I breathe it in like it’s oxygen. Like the answer saved me.
Because maybe it did.
She’s the only thing I’ve ever believed in. And she said yes to forever.
I spent my whole life building an empire... and somehow, she became the only thing in it that matters.
She said yes—and for the rest of my life, I’ll spend every breath proving she made the right choice.