Page 77 of Unlock My Heart

“Why are you still talking?” Sienna breaks the kiss, glaring at me.

“Do you?” I press.

She scoffs. “You’re delusional if you think I’d ever wear them for you.”

“So that’s a yes,” I tell her smugly.

“Yes.” Her moan isn’t for me, and yet my cock still twitches.

Texas has taken his own cock out while Sienna and I have been going back and forth. It’s immature, but the only consolation prize is knowing that I’m bigger than him.

He’s wrapping up in a condom, and without much finesse, he slides into home.

What should be my fucking home.

He proceeds to do the jackrabbit pounding routine, and I tsk. “Slow down. My girl likes long, deep strokes.” Actually, she likes her pussy eaten first, but he’s obviously not the man for the job.

“I’m not your girl.” Sienna glares at me, shoving the man off of her and climbing on top. With her black manicured fingers wrapped around his cock, she guides him inside.

Sienna’s back is now to me, and that won’t do. If she’s going to make me suffer, then she’s going to have to watch me do it.

I drag my chair to where I’m directly in front of her and sit, leaning forward. Close enough to touch her. Pretending my hands are shackled is the only thing that stops me from doing so.

Sienna freezes.

“Continue,” I tell her.

“Again, I didn’t ask for your permission.” Fire in her eyes, she arches her back as she grabs the man’s thighs and grinds forward, her beautiful tits bouncing on each forward thrust.

“Fuck, you’re still the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I rasp.

“Did you use those same lines on your fiancée?” Sienna’s glare could freeze boiling water.

“Go ahead and play out your little revenge fantasy, and then we’ll talk,” I promise her.

“If it were revenge I’m after, you’d already be dead,” she informs me with the roll of her hips.

“How would you dispatch me? You’ve obviously given it a lot of thought. Given me a lot of thought.” I smile smugly, despite my heart having been torn into shreds when I believed that she loved Michele.

“Please. You don’t own any real estate in my mind,” she says dismissively.

“Really? Because you own a monopoly in mine.” I level with her. “Every time I jerked my cock in prison, I thought of you.”

A moan escapes her pouty lips, and I let out a harsh groan.

“That goddamn sound. The sexiest little moans and pants. Your fingernails running against the back of my neck. Your smell. The way your pussy tastes. Fuck, I used to come so hard, imagining my right hand was you.”

“That’s sad,” Sienna informs me, returning her attention to the man she’s fucking. But not before I saw the pang of longing in her eyes.

She’d never admit it, but she missed me too. I’d bet my life on it.

“Very sad, considering we could make it a reality if you weren’t so damn stubborn,” I continue.

“If you can’t stop talking, leave the room,” Sienna snaps.

“This isn’t the scene I had in mind,” Texas interjects.

The scene I have in mind is one of his dismembered corpse.