Sienna
Featherlight lips touch my forehead.
Warmth spreads through my body.
My body sings with sleepy pleasure.
I waited for him.
He found me.
My perfect man.
It was Nathan all the time.
He isn’t in the bed now, but his scent lingers on the sheets and on my skin. I am his, he is mine.
I stretch, coming back into my body after the best sleep of my life. My hands trace my slender curves and dip between my legs. I’m deliciously sore. I was stretched and filled last night, and I can’t wait to be again.
I never imagined sex could be like that. Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect. I certainly never knew it could be like that...so intense.
In my head, I replay the moment I felt his cock deep inside me. I felt full, complete in a way I didn’t know I was missing.
I want him again.
I sit up and look around the master bedroom. No sign of my perfect man. I look at the clock and realize I slept the morning away.
I drag my body from the bed, leaving the rumpled sheets as a testament to our love making. I cross the thick carpet to the master bath and start a hot shower.
My limbs are heavy with sleep exhaustion. I feel better now than I have since the night my father died, but I still carry the weight of his death in my soul.
I want to tell him I found Nathan again. I don’t want to tell him what we did, but I want to tell him I’m happy here.
I am.
I’m happy this morning. I thought I would never be happy again, but one night with Nate has changed that forever.
I see hope.
The hot water traces the places on my skin where his hands were. My pussy throbs with the heat of the water. His tongue, his hands, his cock. I crave him. The feeling is new, and I like it.
I can’t wait for him to take me again. I can’t wait to feel my body respond to his.
I shut off the shower, my knees weak from the heat and dirty thoughts running through my head. I braid my hair quickly and towel off my fevered skin.
I’ve had a taste of pleasure, of bliss, and I’m ready for more.
Wrapped in a luxurious robe, I make my way to the kitchen. I put together a couple of cappuccinos and go find Nate. I don’t know what time he got up, but I know that a cappuccino will put him in a good mood.
I want to make him happy.
I want him.
I haven’t really gotten a chance to explore the penthouse, but I quickly find what must be his study. The double door is cracked open.
I hear voices inside.
“Take him out?” I hear Titus question.
I pause and listen at the cracked door. I was hoping Nate would be alone.
“Once and for all, this must end,” Nate says. “James, put a team on him, track him. I’ll take him out, but I need a plan.”
My hands are shaking, I set the hot cappuccinos down on a table near the door.
“Nate, he has some powerful connections. This might be the one you go away for,” Titus is talking now.
The three of them are plotting to kill someone.
“The asshole deserves to die. And this will be our last mission. We can wipe our hands clean once he’s gone,” Nate says.
I want to go home. I want my mother. I don’t want to be dragged into this life of debauchery and shadiness.
“Are you sure, Nate? Is now the time?” James tries to calm him down.
“The asshole is closing in on us. He wants her. And I’ll never allow that to happen. She’s mine.”
I’m suddenly afraid.
I run.
Down the hall, back to my room. My prison.
I thought I knew Nate, but no. He’s a monster and I have to get away.
I lean against the closed door, my heart pounding in my chest. I’ll never be free.
This isn’t love. Last night was just another way to control me. I waited my whole life for him and he used me.
Hot tears hit my cheeks. I’m alone and trapped.
Last night, I felt whole, I gave myself to Nate and felt complete in submitting to him. Now, I feel hollow. I’m alone and empty.
How fucking stupid I was. Why would a mobster, a killer, love me? He told me he wasn’t a good guy, he told me again and again. I sob to myself.
How could I be such an idiot?
I need to get out of here.
I look up at the window. I can see the tops of buildings, I know there’s no way out.
No way out on my own.
If Nate can use me, maybe I can use him—to escape.
I just need an opportunity to get out in the open.
I know what I need to do.
I need to get Nate to take me outside. If only I can get out of this building, I’ll find a way to lose him.
We’re in New York City, after all. It should be easy to get lost here.
I need to get dressed. I can’t give him a chance to see through my plan.
I need to appear normal, and even happy.
I splash cold water on my face and erase the tracks of my tears.
My eyes are bright, and my cheeks glow.
I look at myself in the mirror, naked except for the string of diamonds across my collarbone. I thought I would look different once I lost my virginity.
I was happy when I woke up, but now, I’m frightened of the man who, just a few hours ago, was penetrating me mind, body, and soul.
I quickly put together the most nondescript outfit I can find.
Jeans and a tee.
I might need to blend with a crowd.
My breathing steadies. I can do this. If Nate can make me think he might love me, I can pretend not to be afraid for an afternoon.
I put on black flats. I wish I had running shoes.
I want to run, far away, and never look back, but I don’t want Nate to get suspicious.
Back down the hall, my stomach catches in my throat when I see the study. One door is completely open now. Good, he’s probably alone.
I pick up the cappuccinos I abandoned next to the door and swallow the last of my nerves.
This is my only chance.
Before he kills again.
Before he takes anything more from me.
I will get away.