“That’s it my love. Use it good to soothe your aching cunt. Nurture it, bella mia.” Blake placed his thumb on my hot sensitive button and I shot off in a good racketing wave, hyperventilating and quaking on his glorious hard shaft, before he used his hands again to keep rocking him, to keep f**king him until I was shaking, spent and couldn’t utter a damn word.
“God, how I have missed you!” I murmured against his chest, slowly rocking him. “I just way to die like this, with you inside me.”
Blake bit into my neck, sucking. “Don’t stop f**king me until we get to the airstrip.”
“Baby, you’re going to leave me a hickey!” I tried to move my neck away, but he growled and bit into my neck more. Making me scream, before he wrapped his hands around my neck, pounding in to me.
“Lift your top. I need to see your br**sts bounce. I need to see you.” He grunted out, before I followed his orders and pushed my top up, pushing the cups of my bra to the sides, giving him the best vantage. “Perfetto, mia bella.”
I was gasping for breath, but Blake tightened his choke on my neck, before I closed my eyes and surrendered to him—his strength to deliver me into my release, shaking me inside out. Blake placed his hands on my hips, relentless in his own completion.
“Fuck, I love spilling into you. Mine. This cunt is mine.” He bellowed out, tensing as he came inside me, biting my neck as he did so. “My wife,” he whispered, giving smooth kisses to the spots he marred his teeth with. “I love you.”
“I love you too, but did you really need to leave me a hickey? That was intentional!” I fumed, having a hard time pushing through with my anger with him because he looked so gorgeous with his half-lids closed, satiated from sex and his voice lowered down a notch. It was impossible! “You’re being too territorial.”
“There’s only one woman in this world for me, and that you. There are millions of men who are after gorgeous women like you. Could you really blame a man for trying to protect what’s his?” His eyes glimmered; biting his bottom lip, thumb circling my nipple. “Ready for round three?”
Jesus. “Already?”
Blake raised his brow, expanding his c**k inside me. “What do you think?”
“You called me your wife?” I questioned, out of the blue.
He hid back a smile. “Why, aren’t you?” He bit that damning bottom lip again, smolder-sex-face was on. “Don’t you see me as your husband?”
He may look playful now, but I knew he was serious inside. Businessmen equaled conniving. “Blake—”
He placed a finger on my lip, stopping me from speaking. “Make love me to me, cara. That’s all I want right now.”
We made love, until it was time for him to get off the limo. When it was time to part with him, I got teary. “Be safe, please. I love you.”
“Always, cara.” He kissed me for the last time. “Ti amo.” He gave me one of his bright dashing smile before turning to address Gareth behind him, who was in the another SUV, with Blake’s security. “Take care of my wife.”
I watched as he climbs the stairs of his jet. “Hey, Knightly!” I whistled. He paused and twisted his neck and nodded towards me. “Don’t forget to bring your sexy ass in London soon.” I grinned. “Oh, by the way, I own that ass! So behave.” I yelled, feeling sad but happy.
Blake was smiling, before I knew it, he was almost running back towards me, lifting me up and kissed me thoroughly. “There’s no need to remind me, I know I’m yours.” He kissed me again, sighing heavily. “How about you think about marriage to me while I’m gone, huh?”
Marriage again. This man never stopped. “Alright, I ‘ll about it.”
“Please do.” Blake hugged me for the last time, before boarding the jet. He blew me a kiss when he saw me staring at him through the little window.
I smiled, shaking my head. “Okay, time to get myself to court.”
~S~
As I watched the streets of LA past before me, I got nostalgic. This city, I grew up to love because of one person, Kyle. I haven’t seen him in months and I honestly couldn’t wait to catch up with him.
Imagine my surprise when Kyle was out in the shade waiting for me to arrive. I asked the driver to stop the car, so I could get out and greet him. “Hey! How are you stranger?” I ran and hugged the living crap of him.
“Si—” Kyle swallowed, looking at me like he wanted to devour me, but knew he shouldn’t even try.
“Thanks for coming out. I think I’m so ready to get this over with.” I studied him, before reaching out to touch his cheek. “It’s good to see you—really.”
His eyes were intense as he took me in, before his eyes flickered on my neck, nothing the marks Knightly left. “Your uncle died of a heart attack last night.” He took my hand and held it. “The burial is in four days. I’m not sure if you’d want to attend that, but I thought you should know.”
He died… how convenient. Just when justice was going to be served in a cold dish, he dies. I wanted nothing to do with them. Why should I really care? They never did for me. “I think I’m just going to head back out to London. I don’t want my aunt to look for me and blame me of his death.”
Kyle nodded before giving me the longest hug ever. “Take care, Si. Maybe I’ll get to see you soon. I’ll call you.”
I planted him a kiss on the lips. Just a quick peck like how I do with Chad, but Kyle backed away, like I burned him or something. Okay… “Yeah, I’ll see you. Take care.”
After a quick phone call from the lawyer, I was now ready to leave. I really hoped that the person who worked for my uncle gets some justice and on top of that gets some monetary compensation. What my uncle did was unjustifiable. I hope his company will get taken down if the secretary did pursue and won't stop until the company was no more.
~S~
“Gareth, I want to know what your opinion is about what happened to me.” I paused, eyeing him with scrutiny before adding, “From a friend to a friend.”
“Wretched, each time I think about it, I feel bloody wretched. Knowing that we hadn’t a clue what we’re facing here, I did a bit of digging. I hope you don’t mind, Miss Sienna, but I’ve been reading up a lot on Mr. Knightly’s background and his life.”
My curiosity piqued. “And?”