Chapter 48
Chapter Forty-Eight
Sienna
The present
Having showered God knows whose blood off of me, I’m now in the kitchen eating leftover spaghetti, while a team of hazmat men clears the carnage from our home.
Yes, I said our home.
Fabien appears, and I fling my fork at his head.
He ducks and then advances to where I’m caged against the counter.
I go to pound his chest, but he snatches my wrists, yanking my hands over my head. With a wild glint in his eyes, he says, “Careful, wife. This looks dangerously close to you caring. That would make it a third time, and we both know third time’s the charm.”
My entire body is on fire. This man short-circuits every wire, driving me both mad and hot at the same time. It can’t be healthy. “Is that how many times you’re going to try and destroy me?”
A lazy smile stretches his mouth. “And yet here you stand.”
Despite my best efforts, my lips lift. “Here I stand.”
A look of pride washes over his handsome face. “That’s my girl. But only if you want to be. Divorce papers are being drawn up as we speak.”
Saint appears, waiving a stack. “Boss, I must advise against this, as I haven’t had time to go through all the financials. And with no prenup—”
“If it says we’re divorced, and Sienna has taken me to the cleaners, then it’ll do. Pen.” Fabien snaps his fingers, and Saint produces a ballpoint pen from his jacket pocket.
Fabien flips to the last page, signing and dating it before extending the pen out for me.
“And if I call your bluff?” My lungs feel like they’re tightening past the point of bursting.
“Freedom is yours. You’ll finally have everything,” he says softly.
Everything? How can there be an everything without an us?
I storm to the table, grabbing the stack. With a shriek, I rip the papers into shreds, flinging them at Fabien like confetti. “Till death do us part. I’ll never be your peace for the rest of your miserable life.”
Saint chuckles, quietly slipping out of the room.
Fabien is on me in a flash, gripping my chin. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” He slams his lips to mine, and my teeth sink into his lip, drawing the metallic taste of his blood in my mouth.
He growls, jerking back. With a feral look that I’m sure matches my own, he retrieves his ice pick and jabs it into the palm of his hand.
Gasping, I watch as he makes a fist, gathering a pool of blood. “Till death do us part. We seal it with blood.”
He extends the pick, handle-side out.
“You’re sick.” My clit pounds in rhythm with my accusation.
“Dark calls to dark. Match my dark, baby,” he challenges.
The ice pick is now in my right hand, and I hover it over my left palm. Snapping my eyes closed, I bring the sharp end into my flesh, wincing at the bite of pain. A small bead of red appears, and I make a fist.
Fabien makes a very male sound of approval, and we shake on it in blood.
I yelp when he jerks my palm to his mouth, his tongue lapping at the crimson.
“Deranged,” I breathe on a shudder as I launch myself at him and kiss him with everything I’ve got, the metallic taste of our blood combined on my tongue.
With the most tortured groan I’ve ever heard, Fabien pulls back. “Don’t do this to me unless you’re ready.”
I sigh, knowing damn well that me and this man has and will always be a foregone conclusion. “Otherwise.”
A sexy grin pulls at his lips. “Then you know what else I want to hear.”
It’s the same question he asked me after our very first date, and I respond, unequivocally, with the same answer. “I’m choosing you, Fabien Calvani. So let’s see what you’ve got.”
“About fucking time.” He yanks me into his arms as I hop up and wrap my legs around his waist, and we attack each other with our mouths. “My room or yours?” He says between desperate kisses.
“Our room.”
He growls his approval, palming my ass as he carries me down the hallway, and to what I once considered his room. Dark sheets and masculine smell, with a twinge of gunpowder clinging to us, reminding me this isn’t safe.
Who fucking cares? Safety will never be guaranteed in this world, and if I’m honest, do I even want it? As dysfunctional as it is, safe would bore me to tears.
Besides, who’s going to torture this man better than me?
“That idiotic plan of yours, I should make you crawl until you bleed for even considering it.” I growl against Fabien’s mouth, and he eagerly swallows it.
He pulls back, cradling my cheek in his hand, and I lean into his touch. “Let me fuck you sweetly, and then you can punish me all night long.”
I raise an eyebrow. “All night long?”
He runs his tongue along his teeth, and a dizzying feeling of lust overtakes me.“All. Night. Long.”
“Fabien, please fuck me sweetly,” I beg.
He groans low and slow. “I waited so long for this, and now I’m afraid I won’t last long.”
My forehead falls to his. “It’ll be perfect because it’s us.”
Fabien releases a tortured breath. “Please don’t make me come in my pants.”
“Then get inside me already.”
His chest rumbles with laughter as he tosses me on the bed. After I stop bouncing, I rise to my knees and tear off my clothes, watching him do the same. I’m so keyed up, I don’t need foreplay; just Fabien.
We’re both naked, and my husband falls on top of me, and I spread my legs wide as his cock inches its way inside.
“Fabien, wait, you’re still too big.” My entire body tenses.
That gets a cocky grin from him.
“I know, I know. It’ll fit,” I say, deadpan.
He proves that point by thrusting forward, and I scream as our pelvises become flush, the head of his cock knocking my cervix.
“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry, that was too much.”
“No, it wasn’t. Bruise me,” I beg, a violent need erupting inside me. “Remind me how it hurts so good with you.”
“Sienna, I want this to be sweet.” His body vibrates with restraint as his cock twitches inside me.
“You know I’m a bad girl,” I goad him, squeezing down on him with my internal muscles.
His eyes roll back in his head, his chest rumbling his agreement as he pulls out, thrusting back in hard.
My mouth falls open on a silent scream.
He stills, waiting for me to open my eyes.
“This pussy has always been mine.” Fabien backs that statement up with a toe-curling thrust.
“Ye-s,” I moan, pleasure already beginning to unfurl in my pelvis.
“You can’t deny it.”
Another deep thrust.
“N-o.”
“Feel how good we fit together.”
He thrusts so deep, I swear I can feel his cock knocking my spine.
“Sooooo good.”
Fabien rolls over, taking me with him, to where I’m now on top. “Nah, this is the good stuff. Your perfect tits bouncing, grinding yourself on my cock.”
My hands fall behind me on his muscular thighs, my chest jutting forward, and I begin to do just that. Fabien watches my lips part as his cock slides in and out, that intense gaze coasting to my bouncing breasts, and to my flush face. “I need—”
“I know, baby.” His tone is a harsh contrast to the sweet–sounding Italian he begins serenading me with. “Ti amo, amore della mia vita.”
“And I’ve always loved you, despite my best efforts,” I tease him, and that gets my ass a playful swat.
He rolls us back over, placing me facedown and him on top of me, the new angle change causing my toes to curl. “You can’t make up your mind.” I grip the sheets with a dreamy smile as the pleasure builds.
“Mmm,” he murmurs his agreement, beginning to fuck me faster. “That’s because I want you in every position.”
“Pace yourself. I’m yours for a lifetime,” I remind him, glancing over my shoulder.
“Next blood oath will be for every lifetime,” Fabien promises with an intensity that should scare me.
Again, I’ve never been one for should.
“Greedy,” I breathe.
“Guilty,” he agrees.
“Oh!” I’m yanked to my knees, with him behind me. I begin backing my ass up on his cock, and he groans.
“See why I shot my load in my pants when you were riding my ice pick?” His voice is a rough rumble that warms me from the inside out.
“Are we replaying every fantasy?” My head falls back on his chest, sweat running between my breasts as I gyrate my hips.
“On your hands and knees,” Fabien growls.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say with a laugh as I fall into position.
Fabien shouldn’t have been worried about his stamina; it feels like we’ve been fucking for hours.
The sounds of our bodies coming together and harsh breaths fill the otherwise silent room.
No longer able to support myself, my upper half falls to the bed, my ass in the air. Fabien holds my hips, thrusting deep enough to hit that magic spot only he’s ever been able to find.
Over, and over, and over until my body quivers with a violent need. “Fabien,” I moan, feeling completely out of control.
“Right there with you,” Fabien groans on a toe-curling thrust. “Come for me.” Thrust.” Only me.” Thrust.
“Fabien, yes!” I detonate, sparks flashing behind my eyes as my pussy absolutely gushes my release.
“Fuck, Sienna!” Fabien’s thrusting becomes erratic, and he cries out as he empties himself inside me.
We struggle to catch our breath as Fabien wraps me in his arms. “Worth the wait?” I grin against his chest, running my fingers along the fox tattoo on his heart.
“Worth the wait, but don’t ever make me wait that long again,” he warns, pressing his lips to the top of my head.
“Agreed,” I say dreamily.
“And you squirting on my cock, that one takes the top fantasy spot,” he rasps.
I shift to where we’re face-to-face, love and satiety dancing in his baby blues. “The ice pick has been dethroned?”
“Hum,” Fabien says, as if deep in thought. “It’s too close to call. A replay’s in order.” He hops out of bed and retrieves the ice pick from his rumpled suit, stabbing it into the mattress.
“You’re sick,” I tell him with a giggle as he slides back into bed, wrapping me in his arms.
“And you’re so wet, you’re at risk of sliding off the handle,” he taunts.
I stick my tongue out at him, shirking back when he snaps at it. With a contented sigh, I snuggle closer. “Is it always like this?”
“One can only hope,” Fabien murmurs against my hair, inhaling deeply.
Hope. Maybe she isn’t a four-letter word after all.