Chapter Nine
Sienna
Ican’t sit still. My excitement to see Kai is bubbling out of me. I’ve never been so giddy about anything in my life, and just the thought of him makes me smile. It’s been so long since I’ve felt any happiness at all that I was sure I was going to be alone forever and trapped in my house. I don’t care if all I can have with Kai are visits and phone calls for the rest of our lives. I’ll take it if it means I’m his.
“I’m surprised you’re going back so soon,” Marco says from beside me.
I try not to tense at his statement. Is he on to me? I was sure I’d gotten away with it the last time. “I’ll go as many times as they’ll allow me to.” Scrunching my eyebrows, I look up at him. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s not as though my schedule is booked up.”
He gives me a soft smile. “I know, but things might change soon. More freedom might be on the way.” He gives me a wink and pats my bare leg where my skirt has ridden up.
My dad might have something up his sleeve, but I don’t want to hope for something that might never happen. I disregard Marco’s words to protect my heart, because I can’t allow those thoughts to grow and then die. It’s too painful to wish for something that might not be a possibility.
“How did things go with Carlos?” he asks.
“Okay, I guess.” I’m not sure what else to say because I don’t want to sound bitchy.
Carlos was nice and a gentleman as usual, but I’m starting to think gentlemen aren’t my thing. Not when it comes to what I want in a lover or husband. I want aggressive and demanding and someone willing to take what they want and fight for it. Even if that fight might be against my dad. I don’t want someone who will cower in front of him, and as sweet as Carlos is, he’ll never do those things.
“I can make sure he doesn't come around any longer if you want.”
“Really?” I’m surprised that this is an option.
“Of course. It’s my job to keep you safe and happy.”
“Thank you,” I say and lean my head on Marco’s shoulder for a moment. It’s my way of silently showing him what it means to me that he would do this. He’s really stepped up in a lot of ways since Dad was arrested. He’s always been like an uncle to me, but I didn’t realize how much I’ve relied on him in that father figure role now that I’m alone.
When we get to the prison, I go through my normal routine, and my heart starts to race as I walk down the long hallway. Before I get to the double doors at the end of the hall, a side door swings open, and a hand reaches out and grabs me. Before I scream, I recognize the tattoos on the arm so I stop fighting and let Kai pull me into the room. The door closes behind us, and the room is suddenly pitch black.
“Kai?”
He responds to me with a kiss as his mouth comes down and claims mine. I want to cry with joy that this is happening, but I’m too lost as his hands tangle in my hair. He pulls me tight against his hard body as his tongue slips past my lips. He’s taking what he wants without question, and I open my mouth wider. I want him to have everything he wants and every part of me he desires. I want to be the vessel he uses for pleasure.
“Did you do as I asked?” He doesn't wait for me to answer as he lets go of my waist and slides his hand under my skirt. His hand cups my bare pussy, and I gasp as he gives it a little squeeze.
“Yes,” I say, my breath caught in my throat. “Always.” He grinds his erection into my stomach as his hand in my hair pulls my head back. He runs his tongue along my neck and chin, making me whimper with need. Holy shit, he’s like an animal, and I don’t want him to stop.
“Good girl.”
His hand leaves my sex, and I want to cry, but then he flicks a switch and floods the small room with light. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust and for me to realize we’re in some kind of storage closet.
“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy.” He grinds his cock against me, and I feel my desire spread between my legs. I’m utterly soaked at the sight of his huge body humping against mine. “You’d do anything I asked you, wouldn’t you, baby?” He brushes his thumb against my lips, and I open my mouth. He rubs it along my bottom lip, and I flick my tongue out to wet it.
“Yes.” I have no clue why I’m so drawn to him, but I’m not going to fight it. This is right, and I feel it in my bones.
“That’s my good girl.” His approval makes a thrill run through me.
He releases his hold on my hair and starts unbuttoning my shirt, exposing more of me to him. My breathing picks up, and I’m a mix of desire and shock. I can’t believe this is happening and that I get to be with him all alone.
He tugs down the cups of my bra, and my breasts spill out of the top. He groans so loud and low that it sounds like it’s painful. The need he has for me is intoxicating and makes me feel special and wanted. I’ve never been so wanted, and after feeling left behind most of my life, I crave his attention. He looks like he can’t survive without me, and that gives me a sense of purpose. I’ve never had that before, and I want my purpose to be pleasing him. My days used to all blend together with nothing to do, but now visions of spreading my legs the moment he gets hard threaten to send me over the edge.
“More perfect than I ever could have imagined.” He drops to his knees in front of me, and with our major height difference, it puts his face level with my boobs.
His big hands push them together, and he grunts as he just looks at them. Then, as if a fire has been lit, his mouth hungrily devours me. I dig my fingers into his hair as he sucks hard on my nipple and then pops it out of his mouth. He doesn’t give me a break as he goes right to the other and growls his pleasure. His fingers toy with my nipple, and I feel him tug. The pinch of pain mixed with pleasure of his mouth is almost too much. My clit aches, and I’m starting to wonder if I can get off on him just sucking my tits.
“I’m going to fuck these one day.” He sounds like it’s a warning, but all I can do is push into his hands.
“Oh god, please.” I want everything he’s promising and so much more. With the way he’s consuming me, I hope he leaves marks all over my skin.