Chapter 5
CHAPTER
FIVE
SIENNA
"Keep plying yourself with champagne, and I'll have to stash you into a body bag to carry you when we are leaving." Rose's sassy voice hit me from behind.
I grinned, knocked back the rest of my drink, and turned to her. She looked stunning in her exquisite crimson cocktail dress that clung to her body and ran up her thigh in a wicked slit.
"Relax, I'm fine." I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
I had gotten off work earlier when she texted me to be her plus-one to an event hosted by a senior partner at her firm. I wanted to curl under the covers and sleep in, but she showed up at my door with a slutty black evening dress and asked me nicely to get my ass up and get dressed.
"Are you okay, though?" She gazed at me with scrutiny.
My cheeks burned as I grabbed another glass. Oh, you mean aside from being sexually frustrated by my new wicked entanglement, who has done everything except fuck me, I’m dandy.
I didn't say that to her, though. "Of course, I'm fine. Work's just a little stressful these days."
She scoffed. "Hmm. Would explain why you have been so occupied even when you get off work." Her tone carried innocence on the surface, but beyond it, her wicked sarcasm struck me like a blow.
I avoided her gaze only for my eyes to land on those charcoal gray eyes I knew all too well.
My body stiffened, shivers running up my spine. What was he even doing here? Who invited him? Does Rose know him? A lot of questions swept through my mind, yet even as they did, I couldn't stop checking him out.
He looked so dashing in his dark three-piece suit.
It clung to his muscular frame, highlighted his broad shoulders, and made him look as sinisterly wicked as any intimidating businessman would.
His dark hair was lazily styled, tamed backward enough to augment those ominously beautiful eyes, but loose enough to give him that sense of mystery.
It was as though he was the only one I could see in the room. His presence swallowed up everyone else. I clenched my thighs together, biting down on my lips before forcing myself to look away.
Rose was already staring at me with an amused look.
"Do you know him?" I had to ask her. This was her firm’s charity event after all, she'll know every single guest.
"Luca Lombardi?" It wasn't until she mentioned his name that I realized that the bastard never actually told me what his name was. "Yeah, my firm is on one of his legal teams. Thomas likes to feel important. I'm guessing that's why he invited the ruthless businessman no one dares to cross."
I choked on my drink. So, she does know him.
"Oh," I muttered.
"What?" She cocked her head to the side like she was trying to discern something she must be missing. "Wait, you do know him. How did you—" Her eyes widened.
"He's the guy from the blind date!"
"What? No!" I denied quickly.
"Oh, shut up," she squealed. "I mean, I knew the man was intense, but I didn't think he had that much intense daddy energy going on. I totally get why you are so hung up on his dick. He's scorching hot."
"Rose!" I cautioned her, trying to tame my burning cheeks this time around.
I glanced toward him again, only this time, he was already staring intensely at me.
His eyes devoured the way the fabric of my dress stretched around my body, its plunging sweetheart neckline, and the slutty slit that flaunted my legs to everyone every time I moved. His heated gaze hardened my nipples, sending heat straight to my throbbing pussy.
I looked away sharply, trying to take in a deep breath.
"Oh, he's coming toward us."
I nearly spat out my drink. I wanted to walk away, but the smell of his cologne hit me before I could try that. I shuddered, looking up at him, then swallowed thickly.
"Evening, Ms. Russo." I didn't know the man had a polite bone in him.
"Good evening, Mr. Lombardi," Rose responded sweetly. I didn't have to look at her to know she was enjoying this whole drama.
"Surely, you don't mind me stealing your friend for a bit."
"She's all yours."
Luca’s eyes darkened at that comment. I could feel it in my bones that he believed that I belonged to him, but I didn't. This was just some twisted arrangement. The moment he fucked me again, I was walking away. I was done with his condescending and commanding bullshit.
"Dance with me." He stretched out his hand, keeping his eyes fixed on me enough to know that he wasn't asking.
I rolled my eyes and took his hand, allowing him to lead me to the dance floor.
"I didn't know you danced, Luca." I slipped my hand in his, shuddering softly when his palm landed on my lower back.
His eyes landed on mine. "I see your friend has told you all about me."
I scoffed as he began swaying me slowly to the soft classical music. "Yeah, it's real classy to have found out about the man I'm fucking from my friend."
"Watch your tone," he warned.
"Or what?"
He spun me around, and I came crashing into his chest. "I’ll spank that bratty attitude right out of you."
My cheeks burned. His hand that was resting on my lower back teasingly glided up and down, searing through the sheer fabric of my dress. Electricity crackled in my veins where the tip of our fingertips connected. I swallowed thickly, drowning in the smoky-gray eyes that held mine captive.
My reaction to him was purely visceral, and it tortured me immensely that he didn't even feel a fraction of what I was beginning to feel for him. My skin burned at his proximity, and when I was in a room with him, he was the only thing I could see.
"Do you really feel so little?" I squinted my eyes at him, seizing his expression in a piercing gaze that maybe, just maybe, something would crack in that icy mask of his.
"I don't feel at all," he deadpanned.
My heart bled. "No, it's not that. You are just an asshole," I gritted out at him.
I wrestled myself from his grip, storming out of the hall. I didn't need to look back to know that he was right behind me.
The compound was quiet, with the distant chirping of birds echoing through the woods on the property.
My chest heaved, rising up and down with rapid breaths.
My eyes burned with tears, and I was filled with self-loathing because I didn't understand how I allowed myself to get entangled in this mess.
In truth, be careful what you wish for. I was delusional to think that I wanted to see him again after our blind date, and now, he was like a thorn in my flesh that wouldn't let me be, no matter how much I tried to get it out.
A woodsy amber scent barged into my nostrils when a large palm grabbed my throat from behind. I moaned, feeling my back crushed against a hard surface. My thigh clenched together when a hard object poked me from behind, nestling against my ass.
"Where do you think you are going?" His wicked voice hit the shell of my ear.
He loomed behind me like a shadow—so dark and terrific.
"Away from you!"
He chuckled, stroking my pulse point. "You want to run? Run. Run as fast as you can, Sienna, because if I catch you, I'll fuck you."
My body went into panic mode. I was frantic with fear, dashing straight for the woods.
I could have called his bluff. I could have decided not to run, but I didn't. I ran like hell, panting so hard as I tried to navigate my way through the woods in my heels. My ankles hurt. My lungs burned. My eyes were clouded with unshed tears.
I was scared, or that was what I wanted myself to believe, because deep down, there was a sick, twisted side of him that reveled in being hunted, that relished being a prey, and was turned on by it.
The pounding of my own heart reached my ears, and with the way my legs wobbled, I knew I was going to give out soon. I halted, nearly losing my balance. I looked over my shoulder, puzzled when I couldn't make out his silhouette. I could have sworn he was right behind me.
Horror bled into me, knowing he could be anywhere right now, lurking in the dark, watching me, stalking me. I panted, clutching my chest and swinging my head around every second to make sure I wasn't caught off guard.
One minute, I was standing in the middle of the woods with a wandering gaze, the next, I was slammed against a tree. My hardened nipples scraped against the rough surface, eliciting a moan from me and keeping me on my toes.
"I told you what would happen if I caught you," he whispered menacingly into my ear.
"Get on with it," I gritted, hating how turned on I was.
The ripping sound of my dress filled the air. "Watch your tone and stop being a brat." His finger hooked around my panties, snapping them against my skin, and then, he tore them off.
My lips parted as I struggled to get air in. I ground against him, needing the friction more than ever, but he didn't give me what I wanted.
His fingers teased my dripping folds. "Look at you—so turned on by being hunted. Admit it, you are drawn to the darkness I emanate."
"Ugh…" I moaned as he pinched my clit. I could feel my arousal coating my thighs. That was how turned on I was.
Who the fuck gets turned on by being chased? Me apparently.
I heard the rattling of his belt and buckle, and shivers of anticipation coursed through me.
I whimpered, tears welling up in my eyes. He had barely even touched me, and I was close to losing my mind. I needed him. He knew it. I needed him inside me so that I could breathe properly.
"You think you can hide from me?" he scoffed, fisting my hair in a grip. His raging hard-on was pressing into me, and I kept wiggling my ass against it to get more friction. "I own you, Sienna. Every inch of you. If I have to remind you of that, I will."
"Please," I murmured, withholding a sob.
I wasn't past begging to get him to fuck me right now. He had me in a tight, vulnerable spot.
My pussy kept throbbing, pulsating with need.
"You are not just wet. You are dripping. For me. See? You might hate me, but your cunt fucking loves me. She knows who she belongs to. Me," he seethed, sucking on my neck.
"Luca…please," I whimpered, wiggling against him.
He groaned. "Fuck."
I soon felt something warm and thick nudging against my slick entrance. I shuddered with satisfaction, my eyes rolling back in their sockets, but I barely relished in that anticipation when he pushed himself into me from behind. A loud moan tore from my lips, mixing with his obsessive grunt.
"You feel so fucking good. Dammit." He grabbed my hip, positioning me against him while he fisted my hair in his tight grip, breathing me in.
"Oh God. More," I demanded.
It was as though my cunt had been waiting to welcome him home because my wet walls clung to him greedily like they needed him to survive—just like I do.
His cock stretched me all the way, eliciting moans from me as I grabbed the rough surface beneath me for support.
He yanked at my hair, easing out of me before slamming into me in one swift, ruthless thrust. The force sent me flattening against the tree bark, expelling a strangled moan from me.
"Luca."
"That's right." He grunted. "Moan my name, Sienna. It's the only name you'll ever fucking moan," he declared possessively, pulling out of me only to pound back into me with a maddening thrust that made my legs waver.
He grabbed my hip harshly, his nails digging into it like they were marking me, claiming me, owning me.
His constant tugging at my hair left a stinging sensation on my scalp, but the pain was momentary.
A pleasurable thrill shot through every inch of me afterward, causing my lips to part in pleasure.
Luca's strokes in and out of me were outright obsessive and punishing, like he was trying to remind me who I belonged to.
My breasts flattened against the tree, and I could swear that I could feel my hardened buds scratching against it for more friction that I desperately needed.
His hands on me, his lips marking everywhere they could find on my neck, his cock pulling in and out of me—a deadly yet consuming combination that dimmed my vision and made my toes curl.
"Ah…"
"You see how your pussy is taking me like a good girl?
" he murmured, his voice reeking of nothing short of satisfaction.
"Yes, I want this memory etched in your brain so that every time you tell yourself that you are not mine, you'll remember how good I fucked you like a whore against a tree in the middle of nowhere.
" He enunciated every word like he wanted to carve them beneath my skin.
"Oh fuck." I sob, my tears clouding my vision.
My nails scratched and pulled at anything on the rough surface because I desperately needed an anchor to cling to as he fucked me into oblivion and insanity.
He fucked me like I was the one thing he hated the most, yet he couldn't do without.
He owned me like a madman that was on the loose.
He took me unapologetically as I had always belonged to him, his touch, his strokes, his breath, oozing of a darkness that should make me run scared, yet I couldn't get enough of it.
"Such a good fucking girl." He groaned, heightening his pace that slammed me into the tree with every thrust. "You love being fucked like a slut, don't you? Hm?" he nipped on my neck, sure to leave a hickey that'd tell the whole world that I was his.
Black dotted my vision, my nipples hardening to a point of ache. "Oh fuck. Yes."
My abdomen clenched hard, the toe-curling vibrations zapping through me.
"I can't take it anymore." My lips trembled, my legs growing light.
"Yes, you can," he countered me huskily. "It's all yours. You are going to be a good girl and take all of it." His hold on me tightened possessively.
I felt him tense up against me, deep-throated groans unfurling from him. "You want to come for me, don't you?"
"Yes, please. Yes," I cried.
"That's my girl," he said with a low growl. "Come with me, Sienna." I shuddered at his words, coming all over his cock with a long, shaky moan.
His balls tightened against me, an animalistic sound rippling from his chest as he emptied himself inside me.
He kissed my hair, breathing heavily. "You are my maddest obsession, Sienna," he murmured, a twinge of vulnerability in his voice.
I panted, my cheeks flushing red. Then I looked over my shoulder, biting my lip as my gaze crawled over his face lazily. His eyes darkened.
This man was becoming uncomfortable, growing beneath my skin with no intent to leave.