"Yes, please. Yes," I cried.
"That's my girl," he said with a low growl. "Come with me, Sienna." I shuddered at his words, coming all over his cock with a long, shaky moan.
His balls tightened against me, an animalistic sound rippling from his chest as he emptied himself inside me.
He kissed my hair, breathing heavily. "You are my maddest obsession, Sienna," he murmured, a twinge of vulnerability in his voice.
I panted, my cheeks flushing red. Then I looked over my shoulder, biting my lip as my gaze crawled over his face lazily. His eyes darkened.
This man was becoming uncomfortable, growing beneath my skin with no intent to leave.
CHAPTER
SIX
SIENNA
If anyone had told me a few weeks back that I'd be making pancakes in the kitchen of a man who kidnapped me and fucked me sore, I'd have spat in their eye and told them they were wrong.
But here I was, casually flipping pancakes, dressed in a silky ivory nightwear and a matching robe, barefoot in his minimalistic black-and-white-themed kitchen. Worse, the grin on my face kept widening as every pancake that landed on the plate came out nicely.
They mostly never looked aesthetic when I made them, so I never bothered. But when I woke up this morning, it was the fastest thing I could whip up before he woke up.
"What are you doing?" I flinched hard at the cold, crisp voice that flowed into the kitchen.
I glanced toward the entrance, my breath catching as my eyes roamed his upper torso, clad in a crisp white button-up shirt paired with gray slacks. His blazer hung from his arm, along with his tie.
Luca will not look devilishly handsome in a suit.
His ominous gray eyes thickened with unbridled desire as they unraveled against my skin in a heated gaze.
"I…uh…I’m making pancakes," I said, flushed. He still didn't say anything. He kept on watching me. "You know what? Don't worry about it." I turned off the cooker, scrambling toward the entrance.
My heart flipped multiple times when he pushed himself off the doorpost, striding toward me to meet me halfway.
"I don't remember saying you could leave," he hinted calmly.
"Well, you didn't exactly say anything," I fumed, folding my arms under my chest.
The man invented new ways to drive me crazy. I thought after last night in the woods that we had finally gotten to a place where we could lower our guards.
He glided past me, prepping a cup of coffee for himself. Of course, someone as cold and detached as he would only take his coffee black without sugar. He munched on a few slices of pancakes and scrambled eggs, not taking his eyes off me the whole time.
"Is it good?" The question left my mouth before I could stop myself.
"It's perfect," he stated shrewdly, and I had to fight back a smile so he wouldn't think I was affected by his compliment.
"Come here," he ordered.
It was so hard to believe the cold, distant man standing before me right now was the same man who fucked me like a madman in the woods last night. He didn't stop there. He brought me back home and claimed me against every available surface.
Luca’s hand shamelessly grabbed onto my ass, squeezing it. I inched toward his lips, wanting to kiss him, but he ducked, aiming for my neck instead. That stung, but the effect of his rejection wore off as he sucked on my neck, slipping his hand between my thighs.
An ache from last night’s rigorous fucking lingered there, taunting me, yet I had to fight against rubbing my thighs together because of how wet I was.
"Are you still sore?" he murmured.
I nodded.
