Chasing Imperfection (Chasing Series 2) (30 page)

     “Kiss me, Sienna.” H
e
whispered
softly
as he hovered around my bottom lip.

    
My brain was muddled and my body was humming.

   
“
Kiss me
like you mean it
.
Show me
what your heart
is feeling
.
Show me
how I affect you.”

    
With a frustrated groan,
I grabbed both of his cheeks and kissed him,
just as he asked
. After five minutes with our lips only touching
—wrestling as our emotions took a strong hold over us
and
out of nowhere
, he pulled away.
I gasped as he extracted his lips
from
mine.

     His eyes were murderous….incensed….and
very empty
. I was about to
ask
a question when he jammed his cock inside
me
with a fast powerful thrust. “I hate you!” he spat out w
ith pure venom as he pummeled my pussy
harder.
I was dismayed and a little hurt from his declaration
but my strung out body was responding to him….
He was rough and my back was hurting from my arched position as I held my upper body with my palms on the hard desk
to give me leverage
.
“
I fucking hate you!
You like being a whore for me, Sienna?
” his voice thundered as he held my neck, slightly choking
me
.
Large hands held my delicate neck
as he
bash
ed
my pussy callously, impaling me in place. His large cock was so deep, I
felt
him
all the way
in my stomach. Every thrust grazed
my cervix and
I was moaning from his feral, primitive fucking.

    
The familiar
build of climax coiled inside me. The earth-shattering quakes of my orgasm arrived with
a
heavy
,
deafening
impact. My body was convulsing as Blake choked
me
a little tighter. With one last brutal thrust, he violently came. “
I hate you
,” he
snarled. Chanting
those words a few times like a mantra while his cock heavily pulsated with each spurt of semen he unloaded inside me.

     I’m wounded and pained.
He hate
d
me
but it didn’t stop either
of us
from
using
each other. Sex is such
a compelling weapon whether you love or
hate
the other person involved.

     “This has got to stop, Sienna. This is not a
game
I want to participate anymore.
Find someone else to play with.
” His desolate
,
penetrating eyes mutilated me.

      I was immobilized as I
watched him pull
out of me and hastily zip
his pants. He bounded for the door but stopped
in
his tracks
before turning to open the brass door handle.

     My breathing stopped.

     “
You have to let me go
because I certainly have left you.”
W
ith those parting words, he left with a loud thud.

     I heard my heart crack in two but I willed myself not to crumble, not in the middle of his goddamn birthday party.

     I shakily gathered myself and dashed quickly upstairs. Some of the guests gave me a quick glance
, p
ossibly wondering about
my bedraggled, sexed-up state but I brushed past them without a backward glance.

     Once in the bedroom, I let out a small pained sound.

    
I have to let him go….. I have to let him go…..but how?

     How do you stop loving someone? How do I stop
being so addicted to him?

20

Blake

     The next morning I avoided everyone like
the
plague. After that blasted sexual showdown last night, I barely slept a wink. Sienna’s like a drug. You crave her more even knowing quite well that she’s bad for you.

     I let myself in
to
my study. One glance at my desk
was all it took
and all the memories came flooding back like the hounds of hell.

     When I followed her last night, I planned to confront her and to tell her to fucking get
it
together and leave. But none of that happened—the capricious Sienna emerged again
a
nd all
hell broke loose. She looked like an evil enchantress when she widened her legs and touched herself. My hardened resolve disappeared instantly. She looked like a perfect sexual treat and ready to be devoured.
I was spellbound.

     I grunted as I remembered how she was last night. I bloody fucking hate her. She loves to toy with my emotions. Swinging back and forth
like a bloody blasted yoyo
with no consideration
of
the people involved. She
always
used sex, dangling it like a piece of heaven.
Y
es
, sex with her felt
like that
and
then some. It’
s
actually quite
cruel rea
lly, but she needs
to let me go.

 
   This damn circus is over!

    
I will take immediate action to exterminate her
from
my thoughts—I want to look at her and
feel nothing
.
If I have to marry Camilla
to achieve it
, then so be it. I’d rather have a well-oiled functioning life than this half-filled amorous fantasy I have in my head. I have an empire to run and I cannot risk failure. Not even for a beguiling, bewitching
,
beautiful
woman
wreaking
havoc and ca
using
mayhem in my orderly life….and
utterly
left me to shred
s
.
She needed
to
be
addressed
and
I did
. Her wounded face almost stopped me from leaving her all alone in this
very
study last night,
but it must be done—
even if I once worshipped
the very ground she walked on not so long ago.

     I picked up my phone and dialed Camilla. She instantly picked up and sounded a little breathless. “Blake! What a lovely surprise. When I heard the ringing tone I allotted for you, I dashed right out of the shower.” She nervously laughed, “and oh, Happy Birthday! I got you a present but you have to come and get it once you get back to England.”

     I smiled at her breathless tone. Camilla was still very taken with me. “Thank you, Cam. I definitely will. I will not allow you to begrudge me of my present.” She laughed
huskily
.

     “Can I ask you something, Cam? You
don’t
have to answer it but
I’m
quite curious.”
I raked
a hand through my hair and grabbed a nearby pen and fiddled with it
restlessly
.

     “Anything, you can ask me anything.”

    
I cleared
my throat as my eyes burned the exact spot I took Sienna last night. It was just sex….that’s all she wants. With that, I
shoved
memories
of her
in the very back of my mind.

     “I was wondering you see. I was pondering if you still love
d
me?”

     “Blake—
I do
.
You know I do
. You’re the only man
I have ever loved and the only man I have ever given myself to. When I made that promise, seven years
ago
, when we were barely eighteen—I meant every word.” She whispered, “
I love you
. I have loved you all my life and nothing’s changed.”

     I waited a minute or two to gather my thoughts. Her answer did not come as
a
surprise but it still pleased me that she did, well at least someone does. I might not love her but I respected Cam. I’m quite positive that I will learn to love her later on during our marriage.

     “I know this is untoward and quite drastic, but I was hoping if you would still be interested
in continuing
our
marriage
arrangement? You don’t have to give me an answer this instant—I need you to dwell upon it for a day or two. I will be back in town on Wednesday
—
you can tell me your answer then.” 

     “As you wish, Wednesday can’t come soon enough. I will be
waiting for you,
” she happily murmured.
She tried to masked her happiness but failed miserably.

     We spoke for another ten minutes before
ending
the call. Magdalena softly knocked and cheerfully wheeled in a pot of coffee and assorted pastries. “Grac
í
as, Magdalena
¡Que tengas un buen día !
”
Have a good day.

     The door opened and Chad sauntered in, he never tries to knock. “Anything I can help you
with
mate?” I walked over to the coffee and prepared myself a cup.

    
“Everyone’s planning to go to the beach, want to come with and grace us
with
your sexy body?”
Chad asked.

    
I
laughed
. Chad is the only man who can
get away
with
talking to me like this
. He grew on me through the months and his audacious personality
didn’t bother me.

    
“My ‘sexy body’ is on a hiatus
my dear friend
. Work awaits and simply cannot be ignored. I will join the festivities once you guys get back.”

     He folded his arms and shrugged. “Whatever, you say boss. You better finish all the work before we get back. We’ll give you a few hours
but
nothing more. It’s your birthday weekend and you deserve a little fun in the sun too, Blakey poo.” With a quick wave, he left me in peace.

     The study is the only place where I can find peace and quiet. The rest of the villa was an utter jungle of people ready to have fun and get drunk.
I was about to open the terrace door to enjoy my coffee outside when another blasted knock interrupted me. Bloody fuck.

     “Come in
,
” I hooted.

     The door opene
d, a nervous
looking Sienna strolled in.
I was dumbstruck when she entered.

    
She was dressed in
a long
ethereal
,
white Grecian dress. She even did her hair like the ones you see i
n the movies
. Chaotic
,
long wavy curls
styled
with succession adorned
with a thin gold and silver threaded headband. The only thing that stood out was her eyes and soft glossed lips.

     My eyes wandered from head to foot and back again. But her eyes held me in place. Her long lashes were thickly coated with mascara and her eyes
rimmed
with
a
gold liner.  Those captivating
gold/green
eyes impaled me—but her sheer beauty made me lose
the
capacity
to think. My cock twitched in response at the
stunning
goddess before me.

    
Motherfa
nfuckingtastic
!