Chapter 271 Regret

Chapter 271 Regret

Sienna kept her legs wide open for too long, and when Floyd finally pressed down for who knows how many rounds of sex, her pelvis protested with a sour ache.

Her vagina was swollen and numb from overuse. She had begged, but once Floyd got in bed, he was as fierce as a wolf who hadn't seen meat in over a decade, showing no mercy.

As for how many times she had orgasmed, she had lost count long ago.

Sienna really had to thank Andrew for just saying 'five' on the phone back then. If he had said a larger number, she might have been tortured until the next night.

As Sienna's consciousness drifted, she faintly heard someone ringing the doorbell. 

Floyd was busy with the final sprint and couldn't be bothered, but the doorbell kept ringing persistently, finally annoying Floyd. But even so, he refused to withdraw from Sienna's body, choosing to support her buttocks, securing her legs around his waist, before walking to the intercom system, pressing the agree button while continuing his movements.

"You guys are so slow, I've come three times already."

The camera was above, so the people on the screen naturally became a top-down view. Sienna struggled to turn her head and saw that even without considering the shooting angle, Sam still looked handsome, with a clean and fluffy hairline, especially his straight nose, a flawless handsome man from any angle.

Standing a few steps behind Sam was Matthew, his upper body out of the frame, but Sienna recognized him by his long legs.

"Is it over?"

"How could it be?" Floyd smirked evilly, thrusting forcefully, grazing over the most sensitive spot deep inside her. 

Sienna moaned, her strength instantly drained. If Floyd hadn't held her in time, she would have probably fallen to the ground by now. He boasted shamelessly, "I can go another three or four rounds."

"Open the door." Sam was not provoked by this taunting behavior.

"Wanna see a live show? Sure."

Although he said that, Floyd clearly didn't want to show Sienna, who was blushing all over, to other men. So, after a few quick thrusts, he ejaculated, feeling unsatisfied.

Sienna passed out halfway, and Floyd carried her into the bedroom, covering her with a blanket, letting her rest.

After tidying up and getting presentable, Floyd finally opened the door.

Sam and Matthew entered the villa one after the other.

The living room was filled with a decadent smell. Matthew, with a sensitive nose, coughed repeatedly.

"Feel free to sit." Floyd smiled, "Unfortunately, there's no clean place left. Sienna just made everything... wet. You know how she reacts, right?"

"I'll stand." Matthew spoke first.

Sam casually found a sofa closest to him and sat down, only to realize that the armrest had just been ejaculated on by Floyd, with some semen on his pinky finger. 

Sam didn't show any displeasure, just quietly took out a handkerchief to clean it.

"Let's get started." After wiping, Sam crossed his hands, exuding an air of negotiation, "About Sienna."

The living room fell into a dreadful silence.

"Got any cigarettes?" Matthew casually interjected.

Floyd instinctively reached for a cigarette, but he had just changed his pants, and the pack was not within reach. In the end, Sam took out his own pack and handed them out.

With Sienna absent, there was no need for formalities among the three. Matthew's eyes were particularly cold and indifferent, almost like two different people.

"I have reflected myself." Matthew exhaled a puff of smoke, "If I had taken her away the first time I saw her value, the probability of her belonging to me completely would have exceeded ninety-five percent. Even if I didn't take her away then, if I had found someone to kill you two earlier, things would have been much simpler than they are now."

He sighed, sounding relaxed as if discussing trivial matters, "I lack experience and was too cautious."

"You could still kill us now," Floyd suggested.

Matthew smirked, "Do you think I haven't thought about it? I have considered everything you have, and even what you haven't. The fact that the three of us can stand here now is already a decent outcome among many possibilities. Be content."

Sam calmly said, "Not just the three of us."

"Yeah," Floyd chuckled maliciously. "Don't forget about Andrew. If you had come a bit earlier, you could have had a chat with him on the phone."

Matthew flicked the ash off his cigarette, his movements natural, "The key is Sienna's attitude towards him."

Floyd snorted, "Don't you understand her indecisive nature? Even if she doesn't want to, she won't refuse. Beg her three or five times, and it's a done deal."

"Andrew is in the entertainment industry. Would Sienna be just a passing fancy for him?" Matthew asked.

"No way," Sam asserted, "He would never let go."

Andrew's alter ego would immediately claim Sienna, indicating how deep the main personality's obsession was.

Matthew nodded. "It's a bit troublesome."

Floyd laughed, "Looks like we'll have to share. It's damn frustrating. I can find any kind of woman, but why is it so hard to even make the top three with Sienna?"

Matthew asked, "Do you want to back out? I can help you find a woman, customized in looks and body, guaranteed satisfaction."

Floyd replied angrily, "Then why don't you customize a Sienna for yourself first? Save us the trouble of sharing."

"I've tried," Matthew smiled, "It didn't work. My brain just wouldn't accept it, always reminding me of Sienna's details."

"Does it have to be her?" Sam inquired.

"It has to be her," Matthew affirmed.

"The same for me." Sam nodded.

The discussion among them didn't lead to a conclusion for a while. After all, the first element of negotiation is 'give and take,' and none of them were willing to give, leading to a stalemate with no progress.

Floyd suggested, "Let's leave future matters to our future selves. Now we need to decide who will take Sienna away. We can't all sleep here tonight, can we?"

"I'll take her away," Matthew declared.

"No, she belongs to me now," Sam countered.

"Even with the collar removed, you think she belongs to you just like that?" Floyd challenged.

Sam smiled calmly, concealing his confidence, "We can let her choose when she wakes up."

"I agree. I respect her wishes," Matthew nodded.

A sound came from the bedroom, and the three men instinctively looked in that direction, knowing that Sienna had woken up.

Still in the haze of dreams of collision and violation, her vagina was wet, unable to distinguish whose fluids it was. Sienna tossed and turned several times, finally struggling to open her eyes.

In front of the bed stood three men in a row, and she was instantly startled awake. Thinking about the embarrassing scene of rolling around naked just now being seen by all, she hesitated to lift her head.

Floyd coaxed gently, "Sienna, who do you want to go with?"

All three men stared at her, with Floyd pretending to be nonchalant on the surface but leaning forward involuntarily, his body language betraying his nervousness.

Sienna's gaze swept over the faces of the three men, stopping on the last one. Her lips moved, hesitantly calling out 'Mr. Johnson,' subconsciously moving towards him until she grabbed his cold sleeve, feeling a bit relieved.

Matthew coldly watched this scene, then turned and left. Floyd's face wasn't looking too good either, but even if he left, he had to grab Sienna and give her a fierce kiss before going, making sure to get his share.

Sienna was surprised to see them leave one after the other. Just as she was about to speak, a slender finger lightly pressed against her lips.

Sam's eyes held a faint smile after the glacier melted, "Once you choose, there's no turning back."

"But..."

Sam took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, "Let's go home."

She could leave now?

Sienna was puzzled by this sudden turn of events. Had the three men discussed something while she was asleep? With Floyd's personality, would he really let Sam take her away so easily? Had he lost his mind?

She would have to leave the question to the next time they met.

Come to think of it, she hadn't seen Matthew in a long time either. It was a pity they hadn't exchanged a few words.

She was contemplating how to meet those two again when she felt a light tap on her forehead. Sam seemed to know what she was thinking, his eyes subtly warning her.

Right, what was the point of thinking about meeting others when she was already caught by Sam? If she wasn't locked up at home, that was already a good outcome.

In any case, not having her own place made her too passive!

Sienna quickly calculated her savings in her mind. Buying a house with that amount of money was unrealistic, renting was possible, but it required an income. Otherwise, if she took out a year's rent, she wouldn't have enough for daily expenses.

Well, she ended up back with Sam. Finding a job, food, clothing, and shelter all revolved around him!

Sam noticed her changing expressions, smiling, "Regretting it?"

"Yes," of course she regretted it. How could she have not saved some money while she had it, so her financial lifeline wouldn't be completely in someone else's hands.

"Regret won't change the fact that I won't let you go back," Sam added.

Sienna was confused. It seemed like they were talking about different things.

It didn't matter anymore. If Sam found out about her plans to rent a place, he would probably be even angrier. So be it.

The warm and comfortable car gradually made her drowsy, and Sienna yawned, finding a somewhat comfortable position and dozing off.

Therefore, she didn't see Sam's eyes gradually darken as he drove.

Regret? He wouldn't give her the chance.