Chapter 6
CHAPTER
SIX
SIENNA
If anyone had told me a few weeks back that I'd be making pancakes in the kitchen of a man who kidnapped me and fucked me sore, I'd have spat in their eye and told them they were wrong.
But here I was, casually flipping pancakes, dressed in a silky ivory nightwear and a matching robe, barefoot in his minimalistic black-and-white-themed kitchen. Worse, the grin on my face kept widening as every pancake that landed on the plate came out nicely.
They mostly never looked aesthetic when I made them, so I never bothered. But when I woke up this morning, it was the fastest thing I could whip up before he woke up.
"What are you doing?" I flinched hard at the cold, crisp voice that flowed into the kitchen.
I glanced toward the entrance, my breath catching as my eyes roamed his upper torso, clad in a crisp white button-up shirt paired with gray slacks. His blazer hung from his arm, along with his tie.
Luca will not look devilishly handsome in a suit.
His ominous gray eyes thickened with unbridled desire as they unraveled against my skin in a heated gaze.
"I…uh…I’m making pancakes," I said, flushed. He still didn't say anything. He kept on watching me. "You know what? Don't worry about it." I turned off the cooker, scrambling toward the entrance.
My heart flipped multiple times when he pushed himself off the doorpost, striding toward me to meet me halfway.
"I don't remember saying you could leave," he hinted calmly.
"Well, you didn't exactly say anything," I fumed, folding my arms under my chest.
The man invented new ways to drive me crazy. I thought after last night in the woods that we had finally gotten to a place where we could lower our guards.
He glided past me, prepping a cup of coffee for himself. Of course, someone as cold and detached as he would only take his coffee black without sugar. He munched on a few slices of pancakes and scrambled eggs, not taking his eyes off me the whole time.
"Is it good?" The question left my mouth before I could stop myself.
"It's perfect," he stated shrewdly, and I had to fight back a smile so he wouldn't think I was affected by his compliment.
"Come here," he ordered.
It was so hard to believe the cold, distant man standing before me right now was the same man who fucked me like a madman in the woods last night. He didn't stop there. He brought me back home and claimed me against every available surface.
Luca’s hand shamelessly grabbed onto my ass, squeezing it. I inched toward his lips, wanting to kiss him, but he ducked, aiming for my neck instead. That stung, but the effect of his rejection wore off as he sucked on my neck, slipping his hand between my thighs.
An ache from last night’s rigorous fucking lingered there, taunting me, yet I had to fight against rubbing my thighs together because of how wet I was.
"Are you still sore?" he murmured.
I nodded.
"Your words, Sienna—use them." He sounded irritated.
"Yes," I panted, suppressing a moan as he pinched my clit.
"Good." His husky voice couldn't hide how satisfied he was that I was a wreck. "You are always so responsive."
I gasped as he swept me off the floor, dropping me on the counter. I wrapped my legs around him, planting my palms on the surface beside me. His cologne hit me like a slap in the face when he closed the distance between us.
Something unusual flickered in his eyes when they drifted to my lips. It was soft, something I couldn't associate with him.
"You have never kissed me," I breathed, cupping his hardened cock through his trousers.
"I don't do romance, Sienna." His throat visibly bobbed, yet his eyes gave nothing away. It was like staring into smoke. "I fuck. Hard."
I blushed.
As I reached for his belt, wanting to undo it so I could have him bend me over this counter and fuck me before he headed to work, his loud ringtone bled into the air.
"As much as I want to sink my cock into you right now, I have a meeting to get to." He tilted my chin with his finger. "Be here when I get back."
I smiled. "Okay." I grabbed his tie, looping it around his neck until it was perfectly notched. My cheeks burned the whole time he watched me.
He retrieved a card from his pocket and handed it to me. "You should go out, get yourself something nice."
I smirked. "My taste isn't cheap."
"I expect nothing less."
We'll see.
I kept a mischievous look, leaning to kiss his cheek softly. "I'll be waiting."
He shrugged on his jacket and strode out of the kitchen.
When Luca told me to get myself something nice, I took it literally.
He was a billionaire, but I didn't intend to head back home without making a dent in his account.
After shopping for dresses, shoes, lingerie, and everything I could get my hands on, I couldn't think of anywhere better to wrap up my operation to drain Luca’s account.
Pietra was a cute little jewelry store that just opened in town. They specialized in custom, one-of-a-kind pieces for their clients. I had been eyeing some of their high-end products, and now was the time to snag some for myself.
I let myself into the cozy space, stunned at how minimalistically breathtaking the beige, brown, and black decor came together to create something timeless. Every inch of the room shimmered, with stunning accessories lining each shelf.
"Good evening, ma'am." The sales rep flashed me a warm, receptive smile.
"Good evening."
"Welcome to Pietra. We have an array of statement pieces that could suit your needs. How can we help you?" She grinned.
"I think I'll start with some neck pieces first."
She beckoned an attendant over. "Hilary will show you around."
"I'm pleased to be your attendant, ma'am." The graceful blonde glided toward me. "Please, come with me."
She led me through the shelf, leaving me to scan through each piece my eyes could devour. She didn't attempt to break me free from my quest. She wanted me to soak it all in. I made a mental note to tip her when I was stepping out.
My eyes caught a simple twin bracelet made of diamonds.
"Can I see that?" I requested, pointing at the bracelets on display within the glass.
I could imagine Rose and me wearing them out to brunch.
A tiny gasp emitted from me as she pried the glass open and handed me the box. The design was so minimalistic, glinting every time it caught the light. It had very little going on, yet it was so catchy.
"It's so beautiful," I whispered.
"It's a stunning piece to share with a loved one," she commented.
"I'll pair with my best friend." I grinned. "I'll have this one."
"I—"
A loud shot sliced through the air, freezing my blood and widening my eyes.
My gaze swung harshly to the entrance, and my body stiffened as it landed on four masked men standing at the entrance—two of them were armed, another with a duffel bag hanging carelessly over his shoulder, while the other held a hammer.
They held one of the security guards I walked past earlier at gunpoint.
I didn't need to be told to know that the other one was probably dead.
"Get the fuck down!" one of them growled.
A scream rippled through the air, and it took me a while to realize it was the attendant standing beside me. Shivers wracked through me, my heart pounding incessantly against my ribcage.
I wanted to get down. I should get down, but I was too horrified and frozen to move a muscle. I had never experienced a mugging before—I had thought about what it must feel like whenever numerous reports were made, but I didn't think I would find myself in a mugging situation.
My heart stopped when one of them looked at me. Anger and irritation flashed through his eyes as he marched toward me.
"Are you deaf?" His rough palm swung across my face and sent me flying backward. I crashed into something hard, whimpering. "I said to get on the fucking floor, you stupid bitch!" I screamed as his shoe connected with my head.
"Put everything in here!" I heard another yelling at the sales rep at the door.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" He yanked me by the hair. I could smell the cigarette oozing off his breath. "When I tell you to get on the floor, you fucking do it." The barrel of his rifle connected harshly to my temple.
My vision blurred instantly.
I tried to keep my eyes open, but the throbbing pain was too intense. A low whimper escaped my lips, and as my head hit the ground, the last thing I thought about was those ominous gray eyes staring back at me.
I wondered what he'd think now.
"Shit! The cops are here."
That was the last thing I heard before everything went pitch-black.
"Mr. Lombardi, there's still one more meeting for the day." Geralt, my assistant, spoke up as he let himself into my office.
"Cancel it." I didn't look away from my phone for once.
Something was off. Something was really, really off.
"But sir—"
I looked up. "Are you deaf?"
"I'm sorry, sir."
"Cancel all my meetings for today. And go downstairs to tell my chauffeur to get the car ready." I dismissed him.
Sienna was a yapper. She liked to keep me updated on what she was up to.
We had only known each other for a short while, but a part of me believed that she felt safe with me, and that was why she was doing that.
Since she stepped out to use my card in an attempt to make a dent in my bank account, as she thought, she had been sending me pictures of everything she was getting.
The little slut even sent me thirst traps in lingerie, leaving me as hard as a rock in my meetings.
But it'd been two hours, forty-eight minutes—yes, I had been counting. I paid attention to details—since her last text. And somehow, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong.
I instantly logged into the app that allowed me access to her location any time I wanted. I wasn't being a stalker. I just liked to keep tabs on her. She was mine. I had to know what she was up to whenever I wanted.
Her location displayed a jewelry store in town.