That realization irritated the fuck out of me. I ripped my mouth from Sienna’s and spun her around, slamming her chest down onto the vanity top. She let out a surprised yelp that turned into a hungry laugh. She pushed her ass back against me like she craved the roughness and suddenness of it all.
I unzipped my pants, freeing my dick. It was throbbing from the frustration boiling in me.
Then I dug into my pockets for a rubber. As I tore it from its packaging, she poked her lip out while looking at me through themirror. “I told you, you don’t need that. You’re the only man I give this pussy to. I want to feel you.”
“You know how I feel about that. Stop asking.” I pulled the rubber down over my length. I could feel her eyes still on me, pleading to feel this dick raw. I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her head down, so that her eyes were looking into the sink instead. Then I hiked her skirt up over her hips and tore her panties aside with one brutal tug that snapped the fabric. My hand came down hard on her ass cheek.
She gasped, but it was laced with pleasure. Her pussy was already slick when I shoved two fingers inside her, pumping them deep and fast to stretch her out.
“Fuck, yes,” she breathed, loving how I was manhandling her, taking what I wanted without asking.
All that pent-up shit about Ava, I channeled into Sienna. I gripped her hips with bruising force as I lined up and thrust into her pussy in one savage stroke, burying myself in her.
She cried out as her walls clenched around me tight and wet, but she pushed back harder, meeting my brutal pace like it was exactly what she’d been dying for. I fucked her relentlessly. Each slam of my hips against her ass drove my dick in deeper and caused the vanity to shake under us as soap and lotion dispensers rattled and tipped over.
I wrapped a hand in her hair, yanking her head back so her neck arched, and bit down on her shoulder, teeth sinking in just enough to make her shudder and moan louder.
“Take it,” I growled against her skin, pounding into her like I could fuck Ava right out of my system. I was replacing the tension with the raw slap of flesh on flesh and the obscene squelch of my dick plunging into her soaked pussy.
Sienna’s breathing picked up into ragged pants, and her body trembled as she braced against the mirror, fogging it with her hot breaths. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking withecstasy, reveling in the spontaneity, the way I was using her body to unleash everything I couldn’t say.
SIENNA LANGFORD
My legs were still weak as I pulled my skirt back down and smoothed it over my hips, and my pulse still hadn’t come all the way down. My panties were somewhere inside my purse now because they were too wet to put back on. Reek stood at the sink beside me, adjusting himself and fixing his shirt.
We were both still catching our breath.
I looked at him in the mirror, searching his face for some clue about what had gotten into him. Part of me wanted to believe he had wanted me that badly, that the sight of me in this outfit had made him unable to wait until after the shower to get inside me again. But I was too smart to lie to myself like that.
Reek wanted my body. He liked that he was able to fuck me and my father would continue to support Project 83. I knew exactly what this was supposed to be. I knew that from the beginning. And all I was supposed to be doing was getting close to him to get info on the Cartiers so that I can stay out of prison. What I hadn’t planned on was this man getting under my skin. I had started out playing a role. But somewhere along the way, Reek had stopped feeling like just an assignment. Somewherebetween the publicity dates and great sex, I had started slipping deeper than I ever meant to.
And that was dangerous because every day I stayed around Reek, every day I let him touch me, every day I kept telling myself I would handle it before it went too far, the truth got heavier and harder to bear.
I glanced at Reek again. He still hadn’t said a word. He rarely did. That man could fuck me into weakness with strokes full of emotion and then go stoic as soon as he pulled out of me. There was no softness or letting me in. I didn’t understand it. I had been less performative with him lately and more honest. I stopped trying to be impressive and just started being me. I knew that he was starting to like me as a person. A man like him didn’t lay his head anywhere, and he was spending the night at my place more frequently. We were even spending time together that wasn’t staged.
Still, no matter how open I was about my feelings. how much I catered to him, how regularly he ended up between my legs, he would not bend.
He could stomach my presence. Clearly, he liked fucking me. But wanting me in his life as something real wasn’t an option for him, and Reek guarded that boundary like the Secret Service guarded the president of the United States.
I fixed my lipstick with my finger as I thought there had to still be a way out of this that would protect me and keep Reek in my life. Reek and the Cartiers had connections. I was starting to lean towards telling him the truth in hopes that he would, if not protect me, protect the pussy he enjoys so much and Project 83.
If I could just find the right time to come clean, maybe all of this didn’t have to end with me dead or behind bars.
“You ready?” Reek asked, finally looking at me.
I gave him a small smile. “Yeah.”
He unlocked the bathroom door, pulled it open, and I followed him back down the hall with my knees still weak.
By the time we stepped back into the shower, most of the guests had gathered in the main area around Saint and Zahra. Somebody had dimmed the music a little. People were smiling, with their phones up, waiting. In front of them was this huge cream-colored display with balloons, florals, and a big gold box set up for the reveal.
Zahra stood in the middle of it, glowing with one hand under her belly and the other tucked into Saint’s. Saint looked like he was trying to play cool, but I could see the excitement all over him. His smile was already too big. His eyes stayed on Zahra, like none of this would’ve mattered if she wasn’t standing there.
Saint stepped behind Zahra and wrapped one arm around her while they got into position.
Then everybody started counting down.
“Three! Two! One!”
