30. Matti
Matti
I shove Siena into the small, stark room dominated by the vault and follow behind her.
The vault takes up the back half of the room, a keypad and a dial on the wall beside it.
No biometrics this time, but I didn’t expect the dial.
There’s nothing else in the rest of the room except black velvet on the walls.
My eyes flick to Siena, who glares at me before glancing anxiously toward the office door.
Shouts are still echoing down the hall, punctuated by what sounds like crashing furniture and a woman screaming.
Tommy mutters, “Keep it moving, brother.”
I’ll deal with Siena’s attitude later.
Stepping into the smaller room, I check the next set of numbers on the list and realize in relief that the letters attached to each must denote the direction to turn the dial.
Twisting first right, then left, left again, and back, I listen for the heavy clicks, confirming each correct number. A grinding sound follows—got it.
Quickly, I input the next row of numbers into the keypad. The pad flashes red and then stays red. A thirty-minute timer appears and begins to count down. Letting out a long breath, my shoulders relax.
Now all we have to do is wait.
Heavy footsteps thunder down the hall toward us, and Tommy runs out the door. Gunshots ring out and he fires back and ducks back into the room, slamming the door behind him and locking it.
“You two, stay in there and wait for the vault to open. By the time you clean it out, I’ll be back.” He shoves the suitcases in with us and slams the door.
Grabbing for Siena’s hand, she stumbles toward me, shrieking as I catch her in the dark.
The door latch clicks shut with a whoosh, like it’s suctioning the air out of the room. Tommy bangs on the door once. His voice comes through tinny and distant. “I heard that, Siena. Keep quiet. I don’t know if these doors are bulletproof. I’m going to help Vin.”
With the door sealed shut, the room is suffocatingly dark except for the dim red glow of the countdown timer. Twenty-eight minutes. Siena’s anxious breathing is the only sound.
I reach out for Siena in the dark, pulling her into my arms. “Kitten, you’re okay. Take a deep breath,” I whisper.
“Fuck you, Matti,” she hisses, slapping my hands away.
Not having that.
In the darkness, I grab her wrists in one hand, my other hand finding her throat. I push her back until she’s against the wall. “You really think now is the time for this?” I grit out.
She groans, and my cock stiffens. “Fuck you,” she chokes out in a whisper.
“The attitude is unnecessary, Siena,” I growl .
“Then quit being a fucking control freak.” Her voice is low and sharp.
Control freak? Accurate.
“I know what your problem is.” I can hear it in the undertones in her voice, feel it in the way she pushes back against my palm on her throat. “My girl needs to come.”
“I don’t need you for that,” she hisses, but when I step in closer, her chest brushes against mine and her breathing quickens.
“Why the fuck do you think you’re in charge of me?
Having your men follow me, cameras in my house, giving me a phone you hacked—all that was bad enough.
But now you tell me we’re getting married instead of asking.
You come inside me, trying to knock me up, but won’t let me come. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Her voice rises slightly in her whisper-yell before she reins it in, seething.
I smile in the dark and keep my voice low. “You’re right, kitten. Everything you said is true. I also put cameras in your house and at work, tapped into cameras around the city to follow you, and had a tracker embedded in your shoulder. All to make sure you were safe always.”
“What the fuck, Matti?! A fucking tracker embedded —”
I squeeze her throat tighter, cutting her off, almost cutting off her air, then lick the side of her neck slowly until my mouth is next to her ear.
“Get used to it, Siena. You are mine, which means your safety, your life is my responsibility as is knowing every single fucking thing there is to know about you. I’ll never stop doing any of it.
But if you want to get fucked, kitten, all you have to do is ask. ”
A little scream of frustration bubbles out, and I release her throat to clamp my hand over her mouth .
Pressing in against her, I feel the trembling in her body, the heat of her skin under my hands. The utter darkness, the ticking time clock, her soft curves—it all makes my cock painfully hard even though I came inside her an hour ago. Fuck, my cum is probably dripping out of her as we speak.
“You want me to take out your butt plug, kitten?” I growl, lifting my hand off her mouth just enough so that she can respond.
“Matti, what the fuck? You can’t just embed a fucking tracker in someone and stalk them all over town.” She’s angry but a shiver runs through her as I drag the back of my knuckles over her silk-covered tits.
I turn her around roughly, pressing her face into the velvet covered wall, my hands locking onto her hips, pulling her against me. In her heels, her ass is perfectly positioned to get fucked.
“Yes, I can, Siena, and it fucking stays where it is. You are mine. This pussy is mine. Those amazing tits, your soft mouth, your ass? All mine. You have been mine from the first time I saw you, and that will never change.”
In the dark, I unzip the back of her skirt, hook my fingers into the waist band and slide it down her hips, leaving only her thin stockings in place over her thong. A shiver runs through her.
“Matti, don’t…”
“Don’t what, kitten? Don’t fuck your ass and show you who you belong to?”
My mouth is next to her ear, and she turns her head slightly, my breath fanning across her cheek. “Matti, please. What if we get caught?” She sounds excited by the prospect, not scared .
I slide my hand between her legs, fingers brushing damp fabric. It’s not just me dripping out of her from earlier—she’s soaked. My cock pulses as she whimpers.
“You don’t like the idea of getting caught, do you, kitten? You know no one is allowed to see you like this but me,” I growl.
The thought of anyone seeing her wet and dripping, her body ready to be fucked, has rage ripping through me. I grind my knuckles against her clit through her stockings, and she gasps.
“No, I don’t want to actually get caught. But…” Her voice is breathy, trembling as I pinch her pulsing hot clit through the soaked fabric.
I still my fingers. “But what?”
She turns her face toward me more, her lips brushing against mine. “But I like the idea of people knowing you own me. Knowing that I’m yours.”
Holy fuck.
I slam my mouth against hers, claiming her lips, devouring her tongue as I run my hands over her silk-covered ass.
Picturing her wide, dilated eyes, I dig my fingers in, grab the fabric of her stockings and tear them open.
Siena gasps against my mouth and rolls her hips against my hard cock in the dark.
The darkness is frustrating and hot as fuck at the same time. I’m desperate to see my kitten unravel, want to see my cock sink into her ass balls deep for the first time.
But I know her so well, I can easily picture the way she bites her lip when she’s turned on, the way her eyes widen when I push inside her. And the darkness heightens every other sense .
“Shhhh….” I breathe into her mouth and rip her thong, tugging on the bottom bit of fabric so that it slides between her wet pussy lips and rubs against her clit.
She moans, and I gently twist the butt plug enough to make her shudder. Her knees almost buckle. Fuck, she’s so wet.
“Matti…”
“Yes, kitten?” I whisper. She pushes her ass back against me, and I run my hand up the back of her silky blouse and unclip her hair.
It tumbles down her back, and I wind it around my hand, pulling her head back, feeling down the arch of her neck with my mouth, biting down where her pulse thunders out of control.
“I want you to make me come,” she breathes, grinding her clit against my knuckles as I rub in slow circles.
Fuck.
“Say please.” Releasing her clit, I undo my pants, pulling out my cock.
“Please don’t tease me. Please make me come, Matti,” she moans in a whisper.
I slide my cock along her wet slit, coating it with my cum from earlier and her arousal before pushing deep inside her.
Her moan is too loud. I press her face into the wall, slamming into her. “Quiet now, Siena. I’m going to fuck your ass next, and I don’t want anyone to hear my little wife whore herself for me.”
Another shudder rips through her as she tries to muffle herself against the velvet-covered wall.
“Say it again.” Her voice is desperate, ragged at the edges and hoarse as she tries to keep quiet.
I smile, fucking her with the short hard strokes she likes, minimizing the sound of me slamming into her. Grabbing her hair again, I arch her back, reaching around to pinch her nipple through her blouse, my mouth next to her ear.
“Which part?” I whisper. “That I’m going to push my cock into your tight ass and fuck it until I make that pussy squirt? Or that you’re my perfect little whore wife, that you’re mine and only mine, and I’ll kill anyone who hears how well you take my cock?”
“Matti,” she moans. She’s close.
I slap my hand over her mouth. “My little cum slut, you get so wet for me, don’t you? You’ve been waiting to come all day like a good girl. My good girl. Show me how much you like fucking my cock, kitten. I want you to come for me. Come hard for me, Siena.”
I let her ride my cock, allowing her to control the rhythm and how deep she takes me. Her tit bounces in my hand as she opens her mouth against my palm, panting heavily.
Yanking her shirt up, I claw her bra out of the way and grip her breast, pinching her nipple hard. Her little sexy moans are muffled, and I’m about to lose control.