10. Siena
Siena
H oly fucking shit.
It’s him.
I’ve been waiting at the car for a while now, fully prepared to wait all day for Vin to appear. Venomous, primed to attack, I was ready to force him to give me answers by any means necessary.
Then Matti steps off the elevator, and every ounce of that anger dissolves. My legs feel like jelly, and my breath catches in my throat.
I forgot how devastatingly handsome he is. Even with his tie loosened, his shirt wrinkled, his hair tousled, he’s stunning. His muscles are pulling at the fabric of the shirt and jacket. His pants are tight enough to outline… everything.
A flush creeps up my skin, and I fight to keep my expression neutral. Our eyes lock, and he shows no sign of surprise as he strides toward me with purpose. If anything, he seems… intent. Focused. Did he plan this? He’s always so irritatingly in control.
“Have you been following me?” I blurt it out when he’s still a few yards away from me. “I’ve seen this car before. I’m not as stupid as you’d like me to be, Mr. Dragovar—“
He’s on me before I can finish, his hands rough and unapologetic as he pushes my hat off my head, tears at my coat. Crushing his mouth into my neck, his teeth scrape my skin, biting me, marking me. I yelp, eyes wide, frozen in shock.
His touch is chaotic, unhinged, and it unlocks something equally reckless in me. Weeks of suppressed desire surge to the surface, leaving me trembling and needy.
I press my hands to his chest, intending to shove him back, but instead, my fingers dig into his steely muscles, and my pussy grinds against the hard ridge of his cock.
I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, to tell him I don’t want him, that he needs to leave me the fuck alone. But that’s not what comes out.
“Matti,” I moan, throwing my arms around his neck.
He stops and pulls back. Locking eyes with me, he searches my face, his eyes dark and desperate. He runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, staring at my mouth.
Something about him feels so vulnerable and soft beneath his hard expression, and I’m drowning, drowning in the heat of him. I close my lips around his thumb and suck it into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the tip.
His breath hitches, and his gaze sharpens, his eyes blue-black and commanding with an intensity I’ve never seen before. A low rumble reverberates in his chest. He pulls his thumb out of my mouth and yanks my coat off, throwing it on the hood of the car.
“Take your pants off,” he growls in my ear. “Now.”
“I can’t,” I whisper hoarsely. Layers. Boots. Socks. It’s winter, for fuck’s sake, and it’s freezing. Or it was.
He rips my sweater dress off over my head and unclasps my bra, allowing my breasts to spill free. Wrapping his strong arms around me, he lifts me like I weigh nothing and sets me down on top of my coat. Then grabs my waist band and glares at me.
“Siena, if you don’t take off your pants right now, I’m going to rip them off you.”
He’s staring at me, waiting, and I stare back, defiantly. I just can’t bring myself to follow his orders.
As if he can read my thoughts, he gives a quick nod. “Fine.”
I gasp as he pushes me back on the hood of the car, and shoves my legs wide, kneeling between my thighs. Maintaining eye contact, he reaches between my legs and grabs the crotch of my leggings and panties with both hands. I shudder as his strong fingers rake over my pussy in the process.
“Last chance.” His eyes are a deep dark blue that threatens to drag me into its depths.
I don’t move.
Without shifting his gaze away from mine, he rips my leggings and panties from the front waistband to the back like they are made of tissue paper, and yanks the material down my thighs. My jaw drops, my chest heaving with heavy breaths as I fight to maintain control.
He presses his large palms to the inside of my thighs, and I bite back a breath as the cold air hits my wet pussy. Shifting his gaze and his hands to my center, he rubs his thumbs around my entrance almost reverently. Skirting my clit, he digs his fingers into me, bruising my thighs.
I lean up on my elbows to watch what he’s doing, my gaze drawn where his is, between my legs. Watching him makes me even wetter, and I start to whimper with need. Soon his thumbs are slippery, my slickness coating his hands and my thighs.
I push my hips forward, and he looks up at me like a warning and drags his tongue over his lip, breathing hard. “Fuck, baby.” His voice is like gravel. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
I reach forward, grip the back of his head and pull him toward me to kiss him, but he pulls out of my grasp and drops down between my legs, shoving his tongue inside my entrance. He tongue fucks my pussy hard and fast like a starving man.
I’m instantly gone, unable to control myself, my hips bucking into him.
He groans, clamping his mouth over my clit, sucking hard, sinking in his teeth.
Gripping his hair, I grind against him, my wetness pooling beneath me, soaking my coat.
Being without his touch for so long, I’m almost embarrassed by how quickly I’m dripping for him, grinding against his face, practically chanting his name.
Biting down on my clit, he slips a finger inside me, curling it just right to hit my G spot, and my world shatters. Stars burst behind my closed eyes, my cries echoing in the cavernous parking garage. My body tightens, clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over me.
He doesn’t stop. His fingers and tongue work in tandem, driving me higher, prolonging my orgasm until I’m shaking. My head falls back against the car hood, my chest heaving, and I slam my heels into the hood of the car.
“Matti,” I manage, barely able to form the word.
He stands abruptly, pushing one knee into my thigh to keep me from sliding off the car. He undoes his pants and pulls his cock out, thick and hard, and my breath catches.
“Wait! We can’t!” I pant, trying to unscramble my brain. “Protection? ”
He stops, scowling at me.
“You… other women….” Fuck, I can’t form sentences.
Understanding dawns on his face. “You’re the only one I don’t wear a condom with, kitten, ” he snarls the last word mockingly.
Before I can respond, he jerks me down to the edge of the car hood and pushes inside me, stretching me wide. A scream tears from my throat. Holy fuck, I forgot how good he feels.
“Fuck. Open up, Siena. Let me in,” he grunts.
I tilt my hips up toward him and he pulls out to the tip then thrusts all the way in again, balls deep this time, bottoming out inside me.
My back arches, and he pins my wrists above my head with one hand, bending over me, his mouth hovering over mine. He moves with a brutal rhythm, each thrust forcing me higher, harder, faster, lost in the storm he’s unleashed.
His gaze bores into me as the corner of his lip twitches up a little further with every thrust, watching the changes in my face almost like he’s memorizing me as I take his cock.
I lift up toward him, trying hard to capture his lips with mine, hungry for his mouth, but he pulls back just out of reach, pushing me back down with his fingers in my mouth. I close my mouth around his fingers, sucking on them loudly and whimpering.
“Such a good little whore, aren’t you, Siena?” he grinds out, pulling his fingers out of my mouth, and pinching my nipples with his fingertips wet with my saliva. “Tell me you’re my good little whore.”
He smacks the side of my tit hard, and my eyes open wide. He does it again, twice, three times, fucking me so hard that my tits bounce.
I moan and press my chest toward him, wanting my skin against his, wanting so badly to touch him. “Yes! I’m your good little whore.”
“You like it when I pound your pussy, don’t you?
” he growls, lifting my leg and shifting his hips, fucking me from a new angle that takes my breath away.
“Tell me how much you like it, Siena. How much you want my cock.” He emphasizes each word with another hard thrust, but his voice is shaking the slightest bit and I can see in his eyes, in the way that he’s staring at me almost pleadingly, that he genuinely needs to hear me say the words.
“Fuck, Matti, I love your cock,” I can barely breathe, he’s pounding into me so hard, hitting that spot forcefully with each thrust. I’m on the edge of coming again, and my eyes drop to his lips, parted and wet. “Kiss me.”
“Call me ‘sir,’ Siena.” He sucks my nipple into his mouth and sinks his teeth in hard until I cry out.
The wet sounds of him slamming into my pussy reverberate off the parking garage walls.
“Please kiss me, sir,” I breathe, tilting my chin up toward his lips as he releases my nipple.
“You like to beg,” he snarls. “Don’t you?”
His tone changes slightly, a hint of darkness creeping in, but I barely notice. I’m blown out with lust, and so close to coming again that I just keep slamming my hips back against him.
“Please let me touch you,” I beg. I hate that I’m whining. But FUCK. I need him. I need all of him.
“You don’t get to touch me, Siena. You’re lucky that you’re getting fucked like the cock whore you are. That’s what you want, isn’t it? ”
Fuck me, yes. So much yes. But the way he says it sounds more like an indictment than an invitation. “Yes, sir,” I breathe nervously, my eyes locked onto his.
“You want to come all over my cock, don’t you?” His pupils are blown wide, and he can barely grind out the words as he thrusts inside me.
I nod, unable to speak.
“Beg me. Beg me to let you come, Siena.”
My voice cracks. I’m so close. “Please can I— Please let me— Can I come for you, sir? Please, let me come.”
“That’s my good girl. Come for me, Siena. Come on my cock like a good little fucking whore,” he growls. He slaps my tit again, then grabs me by the throat, fucking me hard and fast as my body tenses. “Fucking come for me.”