Chapter 57 I Own You, Sienna.
Chapter 57 I Own You, Sienna.
SIENNA
My nails dug deeply into his back. I could swear it would have been bleeding if he weren’t wearing his shirt.
I held onto him, hoping I wouldn’t fall from these shaky legs.
He raised his head and glanced into my eyes.
For a moment, I stared back, unable to blink. They drew me in, telling me to obey him and submit myself.
“You belong to me, Sienna.”
My skirt slid down my butt, revealing the red panties I’d contemplated before settling on them earlier today.
I didn’t want to nod, but I found myself doing it before I could think about that statement.
Heck. Wasn’t I the same person who was angry a while ago?
Have you suddenly forgotten what he’d done, Sienna? He fucking has a fiancée. She was at your office today. Everything messed with your mental health, Sienna. Get a grip on yourself.
The more I shouted in my head, the more I lost control over myself.
This time, I was the one who captured his lips. I wanted more. I craved every part of him.
In the same way, I unbuttoned his shirt and flung it wherever. Then he raised one of my legs up to his hip while his lips moved to the side of my face and down to my neck.
“I hate seeing you with other guys, Sienna,” he mumbled against my neck, digging his teeth in. Every time, pain would travel over me, and before I knew it, he’d replaced it with inexplicable pleasure by swirling his lips over it.
“Damn it, Lucien.” I moaned against his back, holding him tightly as if my life depended on it. Or maybe it did. I would really collapse onto the ground if I let go right now. “You… You have another woman.”
The hand holding my leg to his hip slowly moved to my already-wet cunt and grazed his thumb over my soaked panties. “She’s not my woman.”
I paused. She wasn’t his woman? Even with the way she called him Lu Lu? A name I hadn’t called him…
He thumbed my clit against my panties again, interrupting my thoughts.
“Don’t lie to me.” I yelped into his back, holding him tightly.
“I’m serious, Sienna!” He let out in a breathy whisper and shifted my panties to the side at the same time. “I’m fucking serious.” His thumb brushed the sticky clit. “She’s not my woman.”
“Oh my God!” I leaned my head backward, eyes rolled. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. The pleasure was indescribable. It was like being high on drugs. “Lucien…” I swallowed hard. “She… She called you Lu Lu. She introduced herself as your fiancée.”
Two fingers slipped into my vagina. “She’s lying. Don’t listen to her.” He thrust in and out.
“Why? Why should I believe you?”
He rammed his fingers deep inside me again. “Because I’m the one you have business with. Focus on me, Sienna.”
Jesus Christ. My legs were shaking. I was shaking. He didn’t remove his fingers like he did before. Instead, he dug them in and turned them inside me, hitting what seemed like my G-spot after every turn. Pleasurable waves spread over my body and rushed to my brain.
I wanted to come. I could feel my body enjoying this a little too much.
“Lu… Lucien…” My body crumpled against his, growing weak like a leaf beside the river. “I… I’m coming,” it came out as a crack.
“Not yet, Sienna.” He grunted-whispered at my face, his fingers still jerking my totally drenched vagina. “I haven’t proved my point yet.”
He took me off the floor onto his shoulder and moved to the cushion. He wasn’t gentle when he threw me over it.
I gasped as I bounced on the couch. It wasn’t supposed to be this fun, but it definitely was. Ever seen anyone laughing like a fool in such a situation? Oh well, I did. I laughed as he towered over me, and I voluntarily turned properly and opened my legs as if inviting him over.
He crouched beside me and smacked my breasts twice, sending salacious waves over me.
In that moment, I forgot I wanted to come a minute ago. I was far from that. My eyes fell on his hardened member that was protruding from his black pants, screaming to be released and pleased, and my tongue absentmindedly swirled over my lips. I just wanted that buried deep inside me.
“Why was Ethan with you?” His fingers grazed the middle of my breasts, down to my stomach, rolled around my belly button, and continued their trip to the middle of my legs.
My chest moved up and down, and goosebumps appeared on my body as I anticipated his next move. I wanted to hold his fingers and put them in there myself. He was wasting a hell of a time, and I hated that.
He didn’t go straight for my cunt. Instead, he teased me by playing with the flesh just right before my clitoris.
“Your response?” His voice was low. Low but dangerously addictive.
I dug my nails into the couch, using that to hold myself firm so I wouldn’t end up slipping off from the inexplicable pleasure.
“Lucien…”
He thumbed my clitoris, his eyes piercing into mine unblinkingly. I gulped. Different emotions glittered in his eyes, but lust and hunger were prominent.
Then he pushed three fingers into me this time. The movement was so swift and sudden that my body jerked with it.
“Oh shit!”
“Answer me, kitten.” He shoved the fingers in again. “Why was he here?” He did the same again.
An electrocuting sensation coursed through my veins. It felt like I was on top of the world and everything. My face scrunched as I struggled to suppress the moan, but it was impossible.
“Nothing.” I breathed. “Nothing, Lucien. He was just concerned.”
“Does he have the right to?” This time the thrusting had increased. A slippery sound filled the air as my sexual juice drenched his fingers. “Does he have the right to be in the same space with you?”
He removed his hand and smacked my vagina. Once. The feeling was indescribable. Then again, causing me to let out a yelp.
“No, Lucien.” I shook my head. The satisfaction was so intense that I could feel my vision getting blurred and my eyes stinging.
“So why was he here?” He grunted, hitting my vagina one more time.
“Ouch!”
I wouldn’t lie—it felt good. Like the best moment of my life. I didn’t want it to end at all.
“He…”
Before I could complete my statement, he lowered his head and swirled his tongue over my clitoris.
I grew numb.