28. Tyran
TWENTY-EIGHT
TYRAN
Sienna might have been innocent once upon a time, but she was always wise and smart. But her eyes carried the heaviness of the ghosts that haunted her and her addiction. She tried to hide it, but she was terrified of finding sleep without her pills and alcohol.
She must not have realized that she’d slept without one of those vices the first night here. Yes, she was plagued in her dreams, but she calmed down and eventually found rest.
So if I had to, I would hold her all night and ensure she got rest without the damn alcohol and pills.
What a way to exact revenge, I sneered in my mind, but it would seem Sienna was already paying for her betrayal and demons. Now, I just needed to marry her to ensure that spousal privilege, and heirs… well, those would ensure she didn’t leave.
It was an excellent fucking plan.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her out of the kitchen and to our bedroom.
“Tyran…”
“Shhh, baby. Let me take care of you.”
She didn’t argue, just molded her body to mine and that scent of green apples wrapped around me like a bubble.
We made it through our bedroom door and I slammed it behind me with my foot, then crushed my lips to hers.
She moaned. I grunted.
A desperation bled from both of our souls and into our deep, consuming kiss.
She dragged a hand down my body and fisted the hem of my shirt in her grip. A shudder rolled through me and I pulled away slightly, meeting her soft brown eyes that shone like stars in a clear night sky.
Her lips were swollen and slightly parted.
“W-what?” she questioned, her lips back on my neck and moving.
“If I go too fast, you tell me,” I rasped. I was fucking scared to hurt her. Jesus Christ, the tables were turning fast.
“You won’t.”
A choked laugh escaped me, but I couldn’t go further if I didn’t lay down the rules.
“Sienna, look at me.”
When she didn’t stop kissing me, I wrapped my hand around her long hair and pulled her back so I could see her eyes. Our faces were so close I could see her dilated pupils and the blush warming her cheeks.
“Any hint of panic, you stop me. Hit me… Anything,” I grunted. “We’ll stop. We have all the time in the world.”
Beneath my fingers, her body quivered. My hard cock strained against the zipper of my pants. And my heart… Jesus Christ… it thumped erratically in my chest. Needing her.
That organ had been beating in my chest for her for five long years.
She shook her head.
“I need this,” she whispered, leaning into my touch as I grazed my thumb down the length of her throat before sweeping it back up, caressing her. “I need you.”
“Do you want to cuff me?” I offered.
Her breath hitched and satisfaction curled through me, a pleasure wrought from the darkest depths of hell until it felt like heaven. For my entire life, it was me who usually did the cuffing and gagging, not the other way around.
I had it bad for this woman, because unbeknownst to her, I’d let her do anything to me.
Jesus Christ, I better keep that under wraps until she felt the same.
“No cuffs,” she murmured, her grip on the fabric tightening. “Besides, wasn’t it you who threatened to bind and gag me?”
I hissed out a breath at the coy flirtation. “We have time for that, baby.”
“Can’t wait.” Her voice was husky and her expression lustful.
God, this woman!
She was brave, strong, smart. Everything I needed and wanted, and now… I would have her. The little ounce of decency I had five years ago was gone.
Now I wouldn’t let anyone else have her.
She was mine forever.
I sat down on the bed, Sienna on my lap. Then I captured her mouth again, stealing her breath away. Just the way she stole my heart. I wanted to own her. Possess all her moans and shudders.
My free hand traveled down her back, sinking south to the base of her spine. I squeezed her ass and then twisted her around, yanking her sweater over her head. She took initiative and did the same with her jeans, yanking them off.
It left her in a bra and panties, looking like temptation.
“Take your clothes off,” she murmured. “I want to feel your skin.”
She didn’t have to say it twice.
Shifting her onto our bed, she watched me, kneeling and waiting. The sight was so fucking submissive and eager, it made my balls ache. I had never stripped so fast in my entire life.
I leaned forward and nipped her bottom lip, my hands coming around her back and unclipping her bra.
“Take your panties off for me,” I ordered.
She didn’t hesitate.
She shifted on the bed and took her panties off, then waited for me on her hands and knees, glancing at me from over her shoulder with her hooded gaze.
I couldn’t resist tapping her ass with the palm of my hand, enough to leave a red mark on her pale skin but not enough to hurt.
Her moan shattered the silence in the room.
I watched in amazement as her ass pinkened, pushing back into my touch.
She met my gaze over her shoulder.
“Again,” she begged in a husky tone as she thrust her ass back into the palm of my hand.
The request surprised me, but she didn’t have to ask again.
My cock throbbed with the raw need. Precum glistened on the tip of my shaft, ready for her tight pussy. I feared my control would snap.
I spanked her round, rosy ass again. Another moan. She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze trailing down my body and lingering on my cock.
Her eyes darkened. “Again.”
Fuck.
I did as she asked, and another whimpery moan shattered through the air. I could come just from this. Her sounds and the visual of my handprint on it.
With my head pounding—both of them—I slipped my hand, fingers spread wide, over her throat. I angled her head to the left and then trailed my mouth over the sensitive skin behind her ear.
A shudder tore through her and her head fell forward with a moan.
My cock pressed against her ass and she ground against it while I tugged her earlobe between my teeth, then lower, biting the juncture of her throat and shoulder. A shuddering moan slipped from her lips and her hips rocked backward against my hand. Needy and wanting. For me. Just for me.
“I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you, Sienna Baldwin.”
The admission surprised her as much as it did me. But fuck it, if we were going to do this, we might as well burn to ashes.
“I never stopped wanting you, Ty,” she whispered, watching me. “Even when… things got bad.”
I wrapped my fist around her strands, tugging her so close that her lips parted beneath mine.
“That’s because you’re mine.”
Her lips curved in a dazzling smile. “Are you mine too?” she asked, her tone breathless.
“Yes.” I lingered for a few heartbeats, baiting her, tempting her, torturing us both, before growling, “But you know this, don’t you?”
“I feel it,” she breathed.
“Now, get on the pillow and push your ass up in the air so I can see how much your pussy wants me.”
Her cheeks flushed bright red and my mouth dried as I watched her climb onto the pillows and push her pink ass up in the air. Her glistening pussy was in my full view and mine for the taking.
“I’m aching for you. Please fuck me,” she begged, licking her lips.
My hands on her hips, I admired the beautiful view. My handprint on her ass. Her graceful back arched.
The view called to the raw part of me that had wanted her for far too long.
She belonged only to me, and I’d chase those ghosts with her until they were all extinguished.
Keeping my legs spread, I dragged her ass backward and a small gasp tore from her lips when she brushed against my rock-hard erection.
I swept my hands down the length of her smooth legs, then brought them around, hungry to feel every single inch of her body beneath my palms.
She was breathing heavily and I leaned over her, bringing my mouth to her ear.
“I’m going to touch every inch of you,” I whispered in a raspy voice. “You’re my vice, and I’ll be yours.”
She whimpered.
I brought my fingers around and took her peaked nipple between them, pinching the sensitive nub. She moaned, low and throaty.
“You will tell me if you get scared. Understood?”
“Okay,” she whimpered. “But I’m not scared. I just ache so much for you.”
Her answer shattered through me. There was something raw and beautiful about the way Sienna trusted me.
I flattened my hand and skimmed the length of her beautiful body that was made for fucking. My hands trailed over her abdominal muscles, then the curves of her waist.
Her desperate gasp when I bypassed her pussy and trailed my fingers down her inner thigh was her only complaint.
I traced my fingers back up, up, up, so close to where we both wanted them, before veering south all over again. A frustrated noise vibrated in her throat but no other words came.
“Tell me,” I murmured. “Say what you want me to do.”
I brushed my mouth over her hot skin, the back of her neck, then her spine. She whimpered and moaned, grinding against me.
I moved my hand from her thigh and slapped her lightly against her aching pussy. Right above her clit.
“Ty,” she screamed my name.
“Tell me, baby,” I demanded, cupping her core to ease the burn.
Her entire body shuddered. “I want your hand on my pussy, I want your mouth, I want your cock… I want everything,” she whimpered.
She was drenching my fingers.
I could feel her throbbing for my cock. I dipped my fingers through her wetness, feeling her walls clench around them.
“P-please,” she said, her head falling back.
I pulled out my fingers and brought them to her plump lips, smearing her arousal all over them.
“Taste yourself.”
Her lips parted and her tongue flicked across her lips, then she wrapped her mouth around my fingers and sucked them deep.
A groan reverberated through my chest.
I fucking wanted her mouth on my cock, but I wouldn’t last.
She ground down, her ass circling over my crotch. Pulling my fingers out of her mouth, I reached down for her pussy again. My wet fingers found her clit, applying pressure, circling it faster and harder.
Then I plunged two fingers deep inside her.
“Ty…” she moaned. “Oh… my… Ty… so… good.”
I curled my fingers within her and pressed my thumb down on her clit. A cry wrestled from her throat, and I knew it’d be my end.
“Please, Ty,” she pleaded. “I want you inside me.”
I pulled my fingers away, then flipped her over on her back and lined her pussy up with my cock. I slid myself against her drenched folds, her heat tempting me. Her hips arched, dipping the tip of it into her greedy pussy.
She held my gaze.
There were no traces of panic. No ghosts. Just her and me.
Her nod was all the assurance I needed.
Her hands around me, her fingernails at my back, I thrust inside her, filling her to the hilt.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I grunted, my head falling back. Her eyes were still on me, half lidded and full of lust.
“Ready?”
“Please, yes,” she whimpered, and I was lost.
I gripped her throat and started moving.
I pulled out only to slam into her again.
The only sound filling the space was flesh against flesh, both of us lost in each other. Two sinners searching for heaven in each other.
I fucked her so hard I feared I’d break her.
But she took all of me, holding on to me while I watched her in amazement. Underneath me, Sienna shuddered, her pleasure-glazed eyes on me, urging me to go faster and deeper.
Until I fell apart right alongside her.
It took a long time to get to this spot, and that thought from five years ago came rushing back. The two of us… We were so fucking good together. We fit perfectly.
We belonged together.