Nate
Being away from her physically is killing me. I desperately want to sink my cock into her tight little pussy. I guess that’s what this is all leading up to.
Maybe I’ve taken her shopping and built this whole evening around one thing...I’m ready to claim what’s mine. But at the same time, I hold back because I know how dark I am.
She’s an angel, innocent.
And me? I’m a hardened criminal. I’m the bad guy. And a part of me thinks she deserves better.
This girl certainly threw a wrench in my plans.
I’ve been planning to overtake Edison for a while, but she’s pushed that dream to the forefront.
Suddenly, my entire life revolves around protecting her.
I would die for her.
That much is evident.
I’m trying to avoid bloodshed. Trying to avoid an all-out war with Edison Shaw.
But things moved a little faster than I wanted. My transition to being the leader of the most notorious factions of crime in the world isn’t as smooth as I’ve hoped.
I look at her, dressed in her new clothes, a lacy black number from Chanel.
She looks gorgeous and happy.
I’m glad I could at least put a smile on her face for this moment. I know she’s been reeling from the death of her father, grieving him.
In a sense, I did, too.
I never imagined in a thousand years that the hit could be on Hudson Rose, the man who was so kind to me when I was growing up. This furthers my resolve to take down Edison Shaw. He took away her father, her smile is gone, and it’s all his fault.
Had I known, I would’ve stopped it. This is a fact I’m gonna have to live with my entire life, among other things.
Edison has to go. He has made me into this blackened monster, and I refuse to be that anymore. Not when I have this shining ray of hope in my life.
Everything has changed because of Sienna.
I find myself thinking about her all the time, obsessing about her every move.
I feel possessive in a way I never have before. I feel like she’s mine.
But it’s more than that—I know she’s mine. She’s the one I’ve been waiting for my entire fucking life. I knew it when we were kids, but now that she’s all grown up—and so am I—things have changed.
I guess you can say we always have that foundation of friendship between us, but now I crave her in carnal and sinful ways. I can’t keep my mind clean when it comes to Sienna. Right now is no fucking different.
She’s drinking champagne and looking out the window of the limousine. She looks like a perfect angel, a goddamn supermodel.
“Where are we going?” she asks me with a hint of hope in her voice.
This is at least one question I can answer for her.
“A new restaurant in town. It’s called Nova. It’s said to be the very best. And I know because it’s my place.”
“You’re taking me out to dinner?” she says incredulously.
Yeah, I’m taking her out.
It’s the least I can do. She’s been cooped up for too long. I can tell she was aching to get out.
Besides, since I own the place, I know it’ll be safe. I already have my guys securing the place as we speak.
“Didn’t you want to go?” I ask her. “Because if not, we can swing back around and go home,” I say jokingly.
“No! I definitely didn’t say that. I want to go out,” she says happily.
The smile on her face is worth every fucking moment of this.
I wish I could give her the world. I wish I could give her freedom. But it’s damn near impossible.
The limousine takes us around back. I grab her hand and lead her inside.
My guys are there. The place is flooded with security. I won’t take a risk when it comes to Sienna.
I escort her into the VIP room. It’s a single table surrounded by heavy velvet curtains and many wine bottles. It’s romantic as fuck, if I do say so myself.
The chef comes out and personally introduces himself to Sienna. He’s the best in town. I’ve made sure of that.
Then he recommends a bottle of wine that goes well with our five-course meal.
I take it from his hands and open it. I pour her a glass, and she stares at me in that way that only she can do.
She looks at me as though she can see through all of my walls and barriers. She looks at me like she’s penetrating my goddamn soul.
“For you,” I say, offering her the glass of red.
She sips it and looks around the place.
“I’m so happy to get out Nate. You don’t understand how enclosed I’ve felt.”
“I know, Sienna. I know it’s been hard. You just have to trust me,” I say.
She doesn’t respond. I know she’s thinking, she’s wondering why I can’t tell her single goddamn thing. But it’s for the best.
Everything I’m doing is to keep her safe. If only she could realize that.
“So tell me about your life. I want to know everything that’s happened to you since the last time we met,” I say, feeling genuinely interested.
If I’m honest, I really want to know if she’s ever had a boyfriend. I’m dying to find out if her pussy has been tapped. I’m dying to find out if she really is all mine in every way fucking possible.
She looks up at me and her arctic blue eyes are crystal clear. She has nothing to hide. She doesn’t have a sordid past like I do.
“Well, there’s really nothing to tell. I went to college in Seattle. I made a lot of friends, some really good friends. My roommate’s name was Liz. We did everything together. And I said goodbye to her just before coming out here to start grad school.”
“Grad school? What are you gonna study?”
I say the sentence like there’s a hope of her going back to her old life. But in truth, I know there’s not. She’ll always be with me.
She can study, sure. But she’ll never have freedom again like she had previously known. Now isn’t the time to crush her with this news.
“You wanna know the truth? Or do you wanna know what I tell people?”
“Both.”
The chef brings out the first course, and it’s fucking beautiful.
“Well, the truth is that…I want to study English. I would love to be a writer one day. An influential writer.”
“Yeah? And what would you write about?”
She doesn’t miss a beat before saying, “Love.”
I think it’s cute how she wants to write about love.
Like I said, here’s a girl that doesn’t have a criminal past weighing her down. Even though her father has died, her soul is free. That’s something I’ll never have.
I look at her intently before saying, “What do you know about love, Sienna?”
I swear I see her eyes deepen a little bit. She stares at me in that significant way. And I feel connected to her.
I know she feels it. I do too.
I know it terrifies her. But it doesn’t scare me.
I know that what we have is real. I know she’s the one I’ve been waiting for.
Finally, she says, “Me? I don’t really know anything about love. I’ve never even had a proper boyfriend. I mean, there’s guys that I’ve dated and everything, but nobody’s held my interest for very long. I was planning on marrying somebody that would make my parents happy. So I guess, yeah, I don’t know much about love at all.”
Against my better judgment, I grab her hand. I look into her eyes before saying, “I think you know more about it than you think.”
I feel her shiver beneath my touch. It’s the perfect response. She’s mine, becoming more so by the second.
It’s all I can do to contain my twelve-inch cock that’s straining hard against my pants. God, what I wouldn’t do to take her right here, or in the limousine, or somewhere, as long as it’s fucking soon.
“So, you’ve never had a boyfriend, huh?”
I say it lightly, but I’m hanging onto her every word.
“No,” she says simply.
This is the information I needed to know. I know she’s a fucking virgin. And that makes her even sweeter to me.
I can put my stamp on her.
I can spread her out.
I can be the only one she’s ever known, and the only one she’ll ever desire.
“And so tell me the other truth,” I say.
She sips her wine and eyes me cautiously, “The other truth? The other truth is that my parents thought I was going to law school to become a lawyer. That’s what my dad always wanted for me. He wanted me to have a proper job so that I could support myself.”
“I don’t see you being a lawyer, Sienna. I think it’s nice that you would want to write novels.”
My words make her smile, and once again, I’m acutely aware of how good it feels to make her happy.
“Tell me about you, Nathan. I want to know what happened to you. How did you end up like this?”
I knew it was coming. I knew that someday she would ask me how this all happened.
Of course, I can’t tell her everything. I can tell her enough.
I look at her and know that no matter what I might tell her, she’ll never fully understand how hard this life has been.
There are no words for the things I’ve done.
“It all started innocently enough. After I left you, I went to college. I had bills to pay. My boss found me. I did favors for him, small favors. He paid me well. And before I knew it, I was fully entrenched in this life of crime and debauchery. I can’t say I’m proud of it.”
This conversation is done. There’s nothing else I can tell her that wouldn’t put her in harm’s way.
She’s smart enough to know so. She doesn’t press for more.
She doesn’t ask me any more questions.
It’s exactly what I need at this moment. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, thinking about how much I want to forget about my past, even for just a moment.
All I want in the world is to focus on her. To claim her. To make her beg for me.
The chef brings out yet another course. Then another. And another.
We dine and eat and talk. I make her laugh.
It’s almost as if we don’t have this huge problem between us, the weight of the whole goddamn world. It’s almost as if I haven’t just kidnapped her.
I know she’s grieving. I know she probably has an unimaginable hole of grief in her heart. It’s the same kind of hole I have.
A dark place where nothing can satisfy.
I’m pissed that Edison created this in her. He corrupted her to the dark side.
Now she has seen and felt things that I would never wish on my worst enemy.
I can only hope that I can somehow, someway fill the whole for her and be a source of strength.
It might be desperate thinking, but what can I say?
I love the girl. I know I do.
We drink wine and talk until the hour’s getting late.
The entire time we’re together, there’s an energy coursing between us, a kind of sexual tension that neither of us can deny.
Now that I understand more about her background, I feel as intrigued as ever to get to discover her again.
I know I won’t be able to contain myself. I know I have to have her. Starting right now.
“I’ve missed you,” she says.
I look at her and brush a blonde, nearly white piece of hair off her face.
She tremors beneath my touch.
It’s time.
I pull her in for a kiss. Something I’ve wanted my whole entire fucking life.
I feel her hot lips on my own, and my cock gets even harder.
Kissing Sienna is something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time.
We’re different people now, but the attraction is still there. It’s like we’re fucking connected in some unseen and unspoken way. My lips crash into hers as I kiss, tease, and taste her.
She responds perfectly. I kiss her hard and with emotion, the emotion of having wanted her for so many years.
And as I do so, I feel that dark hole inside of me began to fill up with her light.
She’s the one.
Soon, it’s time to go.