The smell of sweat, everything else that smelled like her, and the slippery sound my cock made slamming in and out of her dripping pussy was a cacophony of sensual madness—one that constantly pulled at my strings.
Sienna had all the cards in her hands because she rode me until I was a stuttering and growling mess.
"You are going to be the death of me," I groaned against her mouth between kisses.
She kissed me so hard. "I'm going to come."
I crooned. "You want to come for me, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Do it with me."
I met her thrust for thrust and groan for moan. My muscles tensed up, her hoarse cries filling my ears and riding in symphony with guttural groans as we simultaneously hit our climaxes.
She was breathing heavily, as she had just come down from a high, making me grin softly. My lips brushed hers, our foreheads connecting like they were made for each other.
Her lips tried to take mine in again, but I ducked, stiffening against her.
She cupped my face, and fuck, it made me want to give in. "What's wrong?"
"We can't continue anymore."
She shifted backward, still not getting off me. Her brown eyes tried to lure me back in. I effortlessly lifted her off me.
"I don't understand…" She trailed off.
"Yes, you do." I tried to muster as much coldness as I could. "This entanglement between us is over."
"What? Why?" She tried to scramble off the bed after I got off too, turning my back to her.
My heart was bleeding. It was as though it was crushing itself, and I had no idea how to stop it.
"I got bored." I turned to her, staring her dead in the eye. Fear flashed in her eyes, and it killed me to know it was there because of me. "I told you I had the power to end it at any point. This is me doing that."
"You can't do that, Luca!" She raised her voice.
"Yes, I can," I deadpanned.
She breathed shakily, shutting her eyes briefly. They were misty when she opened them. "You can't—you can't call it off. I love you."
Her last words hit me in the chest like an arrow had punctured me. I wavered. Hard. I barely even loved myself. It sounded so ridiculous and terrifying coming from her.
She's lying.
"No, you don't." I shook my head. "You are only attached to the version of me you thought could give you the happy ending you wanted. I can't give you that. I fuck—I fuck without feelings, and now that I'm done with you, I need you to leave."
Her lips trembled, tears streaming down her cheeks. "How…how can you say that to me?"
"I'm not driven by my emotions, not as pathetic as you, so I can. We are done, Sienna."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She staggered backward like she had been punched in the face. She stared at me, horrified, like she no longer recognized who was standing before her. She walked toward me, her wild scent assaulting my nostrils.
"You are so cold and hateful," she whispered. "And one day, you are going to wake up and realize that you don't even know what true happiness feels like."
Her stare was dead and haunting as she walked past me, storming out of the room.
