Chapter 6 #2
I rose to my feet, striding out of my office with clammy hands. I didn't know why my blood wouldn't stop burning hot—why my heart wouldn't stop beating fast as I got into the car and ordered my chauffeur to take me to the store.
She was probably trying to get on my nerves like she always did.
But why did I find that so hard to believe?
My brows furrowed at the sight of the commotion outside the store. There was a cop’s van right outside, and the paramedics were waiting at the other end of the road. I bolted out of the car the moment it came to a halt. I marched impatiently toward the entrance.
"We can't let you go in, sir." One of the cops tried to stop me.
"My girl is in there!" I fired. "So I suggest you get your hands off me before I'm forced to do something we both won't like." I looked away from him only to see some thugs being led to the van in cuffs.
I raced past him, barging into the store. Everywhere looked like it was turned upside down, as a truck had run right through it.
Some medics in scrubs were huddled at a corner in the store, trying to check something or someone. My heart picked up a faster pace as I strode toward them.
I had never known fear like this, so raw, so thick, so consuming. My heart stopped when I laid eyes on her unconscious frame, sprawled on the floor lifelessly with a gash on the side of her head.
"Get away from her!" I growled, closing in on them.
"You have to calm down. She'll be fine. We just need to get her to the hospital." One of the medics tried to explain.
"I don't care. Give her to me. I'll contact my doctor, and he'll take care of her." My voice was tinged with a foreign emotion—fear.
"We can't move her!" she yelled at me. "If we move her too much, things will grow out of control."
"I—"
"We need to get her to the hospital. Now."
I was like a hawk all through her stay at the hospital. I wouldn't let them get close to her, not until the doctors persuaded me. Even after she was stable, I wasn't willing to let her stay at the hospital anymore. I had her moved to my place, where I could watch her.
She got mugged at the store. She had only gone there to do some shopping, and she left there unconscious, almost dead.
Not long ago, I had to save her from her assailants, who tried to assault her at the alley the night she found out about who I was.
I saved her. I didn't let them live. I killed every last one of them without remorse.
And this time, I wasn't even there to do anything, even when they laid a finger on her.
Anger coursed through my veins, threatening to rip them apart. My jaw clenched so tightly, it hurt as I stared at the bandage wrapped around her temple.
They touched her. They hurt her.
The cops had them in custody, but it was taking all of my restraint not to hunt them down and give them a gruesome death for hurting her. My throat tightened at the thought of what she must have been thinking, how scared she must have been when it all went down.
She looked a lot less pale than she was when I brought her home a few days ago. But seeing her lying there, not glaring at me with those brown eyes or watching me with fascination, she often tried to hide tore me apart.
She was in this position because of me.
Heck, she shouldn't have been around me in the first place.
That first night we fucked should have been all there was to our entanglement.
I should have let her go; instead, I let my greed consume me.
I let my obsession with her cloud my judgment and make me weak.
I let those fucking brown eyes tug at my heartstrings.
I didn't have a heart. I wasn't supposed to care. Men with empires never try to have it all. You either have power that could open doors for you or a love that would drive you down the path of destruction. I tried to have both, and it burned me.
Seeing her, lying there, unconsciously cracked something in me, something I had been trying to piece back, but it just couldn't work out. Then it dawned on me. I was attached to her, and that was about to be my downfall.
I couldn't have that.
Her soft, broken whimper snapped me out of my thoughts. I didn't know how I got up from where I was, but I was beside her in no time. Her lashes fluttered open, then a groan left her lips.
"Luca?" she squinted her eyes at me. It took her a while to register her surroundings. "There…there was a man….at the store…."
"Shhh," I cautioned her, helping her sit up and prop the pillows. "How do you feel?"
She palmed her forehead. "I feel fine…just a light headache."
My eyes roved her face. "Yeah, the doctor said it'll feel that way for a while. It should go away after a few days."
"They just came out of nowhere. He…one of them asked me to get down, but I couldn't move—"
I didn't know what I was thinking.
I kissed her.
She froze against me. I wondered why I had never tried kissing her because of how soft her lips felt against mine. I kissed her with a softness I didn't know I possessed. I kissed her until she was out of breath, fisting my shirt for control.
"What was that for?" she panted, caressing my hand.
"That's me telling you that I'm glad you are safe," I whispered.
She smiled, biting her lip. "Get over here. You are too far."
I hopped closer to her, settling beside her. She grabbed onto me, straddling me with ease. The sleeves of her robes were falling off her shoulders, leaving her hardened nipple and enticing expanse of skin bare to my view. My cock hardened as her folds nestled on it. A groan ripped from my throat.
"What are you doing?" I asked huskily, holding her hip.
"Do you trust me?"
The word got stuck in my throat, but I managed to get it out. "Yes."
It was so liberating to utter that one word. I was a control freak. I was so fixated on making things go my way. I wanted to have a hold on everything, but at this moment, I wasn't willing to put up a fight.
Her lips landed back on mine, eliciting a groan from me. She ground against my cock, sighing softly. She hurriedly pulled down my sweatpants and sank on my length.
Satisfactory sounds rippled from us, echoing through the room.
Something was undoubtedly raw about this moment—something made me want to live in it as much as I could and savor every piece of it. It was as though a part of me knew this might be the last time, so I took everything Sienna had to offer.
My cock stretched her out, and the way she wrapped around me so tightly was fucking insane. Her walls clung to me like a second skin, soaking me up in their warmth.
"Always so tight and ready for me." I rasped against her lips.
Sienna went up and down my length so slowly, taking her time to relish the power she now had over me—a power I willingly relinquished to her. Her lips were parted in sheer pleasure, her eyes drifting shut as she proceeded to bite down on those lips.
"You feel so good, Luca," she moaned, riding back and forth, slowly bouncing on my cock.
Fuck.
I sank my fingers into her hair, allowing her to take the lead and ride me into madness. I pushed myself up constantly, meeting her halfway with slow, intense strokes and thrusts.
Her cries were deafening. That's my fucking girl.
Her urge to grab something grew incessantly. She palmed the back of my head, dragging her fingers over my scalp as I rotated my hips to deepen my thrusts. Her hands were everywhere. On my hair. On my back. Leaving marks, claiming me, and I fucking surrendered.
I wanted her to mark me as much as she wanted. This was, after all, the last time she would.
"Leave marks, baby girl. I want them." I stroked her hips, grunting as she dug her fingernails into my back.
She upped her pace, bouncing up and down my length, moans rolling off her tongue. Her impatience was so fuckin adorable. She was taking from me, yet it didn't feel enough.
I cupped one of her boobs, latching my mouth on the other, sucking, nibbling, and biting through the sheer lacy material.
"You are so fucking addictive!" I cussed.
The smell of sweat, everything else that smelled like her, and the slippery sound my cock made slamming in and out of her dripping pussy was a cacophony of sensual madness—one that constantly pulled at my strings.
Sienna had all the cards in her hands because she rode me until I was a stuttering and growling mess.
"You are going to be the death of me," I groaned against her mouth between kisses.
She kissed me so hard. "I'm going to come."
I crooned. "You want to come for me, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Do it with me."
I met her thrust for thrust and groan for moan. My muscles tensed up, her hoarse cries filling my ears and riding in symphony with guttural groans as we simultaneously hit our climaxes.
She was breathing heavily, as she had just come down from a high, making me grin softly. My lips brushed hers, our foreheads connecting like they were made for each other.
Her lips tried to take mine in again, but I ducked, stiffening against her.
She cupped my face, and fuck, it made me want to give in. "What's wrong?"
"We can't continue anymore."
She shifted backward, still not getting off me. Her brown eyes tried to lure me back in. I effortlessly lifted her off me.
"I don't understand…" She trailed off.
"Yes, you do." I tried to muster as much coldness as I could. "This entanglement between us is over."
"What? Why?" She tried to scramble off the bed after I got off too, turning my back to her.
My heart was bleeding. It was as though it was crushing itself, and I had no idea how to stop it.
"I got bored." I turned to her, staring her dead in the eye. Fear flashed in her eyes, and it killed me to know it was there because of me. "I told you I had the power to end it at any point. This is me doing that."
"You can't do that, Luca!" She raised her voice.
"Yes, I can," I deadpanned.
She breathed shakily, shutting her eyes briefly. They were misty when she opened them. "You can't—you can't call it off. I love you."
Her last words hit me in the chest like an arrow had punctured me. I wavered. Hard. I barely even loved myself. It sounded so ridiculous and terrifying coming from her.
She's lying.
"No, you don't." I shook my head. "You are only attached to the version of me you thought could give you the happy ending you wanted. I can't give you that. I fuck—I fuck without feelings, and now that I'm done with you, I need you to leave."
Her lips trembled, tears streaming down her cheeks. "How…how can you say that to me?"
"I'm not driven by my emotions, not as pathetic as you, so I can. We are done, Sienna."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She staggered backward like she had been punched in the face. She stared at me, horrified, like she no longer recognized who was standing before her. She walked toward me, her wild scent assaulting my nostrils.
"You are so cold and hateful," she whispered. "And one day, you are going to wake up and realize that you don't even know what true happiness feels like."
Her stare was dead and haunting as she walked past me, storming out of the room.
I wanted to dig my fingers into my chest and carve out my heart because of how much pain I was in.
What I had to do was cruel and brutal, but in the end, it was for her more than it was for me.