Crone groaned, his hips snapping forward, his cock pistoning in and out of her. “That’s it,” he growled. “Beg for it. Beg for me to ruin you.”
“Fuck me, Master Crone. Fuck me hard. Make me come. Please, I need to come!” Her voice cracked with her bodyshaking and her pussy clenching around him as he fucked her from behind, his fingers continuing to plunder her clit while his other hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise.
“Master Crone! Crone, I can’t?—”
“You can,” he snarled. “And you will.”
He pulled out of her pussy, leaving her empty and whimpering, and pressed back into her ass, his cock stretching her open all over again.
“Gaaawd… fuck!” she hollered as her frame shuddered violently against him.
“That’s it.” His voice darkened with satisfaction. “Now you’re taking all of me. Every fucking inch of me.”
He fucked her like that—slow, deep strokes into her ass, his fingers still working her clit while his other hand caught her hair, pulling just enough to draw a loud gulp from her.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his hips snapping forward. “Say it.”
“I’m yours—” she sobbed, her body trembling. “Yours, my Master?—”
“Good girl.” He pulled out of her ass, flipped her onto her back, and replacing the condom, he sank into her pussy again, his cock gliding through her slick heat. She wrapped her legs around his waist and with her heels digging into his ass, she urged him deeper.
“Master Crone—fuck—” He knew she was close in the way her pussy clenched and swelled around him.
“Come for me.” Growling out the primal order, he pounded into her. “Come on my cock, kitten.”
“Aahh… holy shit!” She climaxed with a broken whimper bouncing off the walls. Her body lifted in offering as she raked her nails down his back. Crone groaned, his hips stuttering, his own release crashing over him as his cock pulsed deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, drawing ragged breaths. Sienna wrapped her arms around him, holding him so tight he could hardly breathe.
“Master Crone…” Her voice was almost reverent… quiet but filled with wonder. “I never knew it could be like this… this wonderful, even while you destroyed me.” Crone suppressed the anger that surfaced unasked, knowing that her experience with anal sex only held painful memories. Stan Hunter had to pay… and soon, he would.
Not willing to let her notice his thoughts, he forced a chuckle from his lips as he pressed a kiss onto her shoulder. “And yet, we’re not done,” he murmured, “because you’ll soon be begging for more.”
She laughed breathlessly. “God help me, I know I will.”
Chapter Twenty
Dr. Williams’ consulting rooms, Porter’s Corner
Sienna
“I am so impressed with your progress, Sienna.” Dr. Williams’ smile carried genuine warmth. “I believe we can start reducing your medication. Soon, you won’t even need them anymore.”
“Crone is better than any human-made medication, Doc.” Sienna’s voice softened when speaking his name. “I still can’t believe the impact he’s had on my life.”
“Love is a very powerful form of healing, my dear.” Dr. Williams made careful notations in Sienna’s file. Looking up, she tilted her head thoughtfully. “I met Crone last year during a visit.” A slight frown creased her brow. “It’s strange. He’s been visiting the Jaegers for years and accompanied them to Rawhide Ranch countless times, yet your paths never crossed before.”
Sienna traced the edge of her chair, considering her response. “I suppose the time wasn’t right, Doc. Meeting Crone made me believe in the power of the Universe.” Her voice grew stronger, more certain. “We were meant to carry the burden of our suffering in order to find each other when we needed it most.I was on the verge of giving up when he came into my life. Who knows how I would’ve reacted had we met a year ago.”
“You’re one-hundred-percent correct, Sienna.” Dr. Williams leaned forward. “True and lasting recovery from trauma is similar to accepting death. Those seven stages are crucial. For some it takes a couple of months, for others, depending on the depth of the darkness inside them, years.” Standing, she rounded her desk, compassion softening her professional demeanor. “I am happy for you, Sienna. Crone suffered physical torture to a level very few would survive. That left him with the insight of how deep one can spiral emotionally. He’s one of the best men I know, and I am assured you’ll be well taken care of.”
“I know I am.” The impulse to hug her was sudden and strong. For two years, Sienna had maintained careful distance which made Dr. Williams’ surprise at the embrace understandable. “Thank you for being there for me even though I made it so difficult for you.”
“I could say it’s my job, but I truly like you, Sienna.” Dr. Williams returned the hug warmly. “You deserve happiness, and I’m so glad you finally accepted that too.”
Leaving the building, Sienna felt lighter than she had in years. The summer breeze carried the scent of fresh-baked bread from the bakery down the street. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips at the thought of Crone indulging himself with his usual latte at the coffee shop. As she rounded the corner, her world tilted sharply on its axis. Stepping out of the gallery’s ornate doorway, was Stan Hunter.
Sienna froze as her breath caught in her throat. There, so close, stood the profile of the man she had hoped never to see again. His shoulders were set in that predatory stance that used to haunt her nightmares.
