Sienna stared at the ceiling, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. “You,” she breathed, closing her eyes.
The word was barely out of her mouth before my tongue flicked out, tasting her. I licked from the bottom of her already-wet slit to her clit, my mouth enveloping the hardened nub. She gasped, wriggling at the assault. I continued to draw wicked circles around her throbbing clit, gripping her thighs as I kept them over my shoulder.
My name slipped across her lips as my tongue flicked across the soft folds. Her body jerked beneath my hands as I lapped at her wetness. When I finally dipped a finger in, her back arched, hips pressing against my hand. And, just when I knew she was about to come, I pulled away, standing over her.
Her legs were twisted to the side, bound by her clothes. It took me no time at all to release my cock, stroking it a few times as I looked down at her, tied up for fucking.
“We were playing games with each other before,” I rasped, stroking the tip. “Now, I need to know—do you want to be with me, Sienna? Do you want this?”
Her eyes locked on mine, a fire burning within. I could see the internal battle raging in her mind before she finally made a decision. “Yes,” she said so softly that I had to strain to hear her. “I want you.”
Those were all the words I needed to hear. As I pressed into her, filling her, I sighed. Closing my eyes, I plunged as deep as I could go, feeling her warmth and wetness wrap around me until my balls pressed against her ass. Fuck, she felt good every damn time. Like she was made for me.
Sienna moaned, arching her hips. She wanted me to fuck her, wanted to feel me pound into her pussy. But I held back. I wanted to let her suffer for just a few more minutes. Slowly, I pumped into her with long, measured strokes, bringing her back to the brink of orgasm but still denying her that sweet release.
When I didn’t go fast enough, she started pressing back against me before pulling away, using my cock for her own pleasure. I groaned, my fingers twisting into her hair before pulling her mouth to mine. Her moan reverberated against my mouth as she met each thrust with one of her own.
Until I couldn’t take it any longer.
Gripping her hips, I drilled into her. The bed shook beneath us, the headboard pounding the walls in time with my thrust. Sienna bit her fists, still bound with my belt, holding back her cries of pleasure. The sounds of our bodies joining filled the room, the wetness between her legs dripping down her ass and my balls.
I held back until I felt her shuddering beneath me. My name slipped from her mouth in a silent cry as she came on my cock. That image—her hands bound by my belt, her mouth open as she cried out—sent me over the edge. My muscles trembled as I came, filling her entirely as I thrust in one final time. My own sounds of pleasure mixed with hers, my fingers digging into the soft curves of her hips.
When I finished, I slipped out from her, taking off her leggings the rest of the way before I knelt on the bed beside her. Sweat beaded against her forehead, her eyes still closed as if she wasn’t ready to come back to this world just yet. My fingers worked at the belt still tying her, slipping the leather from around her wrists. She still didn’t move.
Gently, I brushed the hair back from her forehead, gathering her in my arms as I leaned back against the headboard. Her legs were over my thighs, her body curled against my chest. Still, I kept brushing her hair softly, curling myself around her body. She didn’t know just how much she’d scared me tonight. I hadn’t known where she had gone. I wouldn’t have known if the Snake had kidnapped her again until it was too late. She had to realize that.
“I’m just trying to protect you,” I whispered, voice hoarse. She didn’t move, didn’t open her eyes.
“I know,” she whispered at last. “I know.”
16
SIENNA
We drove to the shipyard the next night in tense silence. David had gone out to get a discrete van that morning, claiming it was for the mission from his department. I didn’t know if I believed him entirely. Dante was right to question why I was trusting him, especially when this whole operation didn’t seem normal. I would have thought there would have been other feds involved, maybe even a briefing with David’s higher-ups. But there had been nothing. We hadn’t even had contact with his supposed men—the people who had been feeding him information about us this whole time. I didn’t know if he was working for the Snake, or just some vigilante, but I knew he wasn’t telling us the entire truth.
Even knowing that, I couldn’t worry about it just then. We were minutes away from the docks, our own business, and just an hour away until we finally had one of the Snake’s men in our grasp, and one who had potentially seen the Snake in person, no less. Glancing at Dante, I wondered how he felt about tonight. After losing his father, he was about to face the man who had betrayed them all. If it was Mateo…I didn’t think I’d be able to do it.
Both Dante and Killian had seemed to shut off their emotions as soon as we’d started planning. It amazed me how easily they were able to close their feelings off, especially when it came to something like this. Killian had been somber for once, not even cracking one joke as we poured over the map of the area, trying to figure out which direction they’d come from.
Our docks weren’t entirely impenetrable, especially if the Snake still had some of our security guards on their payroll, but there were only so many entrances. We figured if two of us took the east entrance and two took the west, then we might be able to corner them in the middle. Our objective was only one man; Ivan Caputo. Dante’s underboss and the man who had been like an uncle to both the Scarano brothers since before they were born.
David turned down the street that led to the shipyard, parking just a few feet away from the entrance. Dante and I slipped out, checking to see if the earpieces we wore were on and working. Dante slid the back door closed, and we descended into the shadows.
There were no guards at this entrance. I ducked underneath the boom barrier beside the security box. Dante followed, checking behind us to see if anyone was actually paying attention. There were only a few people out on the street at this time, so we didn’t have to worry too much about someone calling the cops on two people dressed in black trespassing. Not that we were trespassing. It was our business, after all.
We walked in silence, heading towards the warehouses first. By now, David and Killian would be parking the car further down the street at the west entrance. They’d head in after checking the perimeter on that side, and we’d meet in the middle. The shipyard was deadly quiet as we walked, with only a few lights dimly illuminating the lot.
“I don’t think anyone’s here,” I whispered to Dante, waiting for him to catch up.
He pulled the gun from the holster around his chest, clicking back the safety. “Or it just looks like no one is here,” he replied.
Stepping around me, he stalked towards the first warehouse, jiggling the door knob. It was locked. Giving him a dry look, I pushed him aside, pressing my thumb to the keypad beside the door. It registered, the light going green before the door clicked open softly. Glancing away, he slipped inside.
This first warehouse only held empty crates and containers—the ones we didn’t need just now. I knew that because I’d been the one to move them here just a few weeks ago. I couldn’t risk another heist on our goods from the Snake. The decoys went here, while the actual shipments had been moved to a new container storage below the original warehouses. That way, it would keep the police and the Snake out of our business for a while.
We crept between the empty containers, checking every shadowed nook and behind every door before realizing that no one was waiting for us around the corner. Stepping back out into the night, I scanned the docks.