Page 72 of Vows of Blood

"It better fucking not."

He takes the rebuke without argument, which is one of the reasons he's lasted so long in my employ. As I move around the vehicle to climb in beside Sienna, he clears his throat. "For what it's worth, you should have seen her block that hit." A rare smile tugs at the corner of his scarred mouth. "It was bad ass."

I glance through the tinted glass at Sienna inside the car, fixing her dress, attempting yet failing to keep the revealing slit closed over her toned thigh.

"I don't need you to tell me how amazing she is."

As I sit inside and close the door, the partition goes up, giving us privacy.

Sienna turns to me, an endearing uncertainty in her expression, as she waits for me to comment on how that went.

“I froze when I saw your dad,” she whispers, nerves still evident in her trembling reply.

I twist to face her, and with gentle fingers, I tuck a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear. Trailing my hand along her jaw, I cup her chin, making sure she’s looking straight into my eyes as I tell her this.

“You were perfect.” My mouth finds hers as I grip her by the waist and lift her, sitting back so I can haul her into my lap.

She comes willingly, small hands resting on my shoulders for balance, as she straddles me, dress riding high.

“So fucking perfect.”

I grip her hip hard enough to bruise and drag her over the hardness I know she can feel.

She gasps against my lips but doesn't pull away, fingers clutching at me now as I kiss her like I've been dying to all night.

"Tell me that was you saying yes," I growl against her throat, trailing my lips down to the mark I left this morning on the swell of her breast. "Because there's no going back now, Sienna."

She squirms as I scrape my teeth over the sensitive skin but angles her neck, giving more access to her body. "Luca..."

I pull back just enough to see her face, even as I keep hold of her waist and push her back and forth, mere inches, but enough to torture us both with her sweet pussy that’s only separated from the erection she feels by a couple of thin layers of material.

"By morning, everyone in our world will know you're really mine."

Her full lips part, pupils blown wide in the dim light of the car`as I gather up the hem of her dress and pass it to her, needing my hands for more important matters.

"But I need more time." She whimpers as I slide my thumb under the sheer fabric of her underwear and roll it over her clit.

"No you don’t," I state simply.

There will be no more time.

"Luca, please." But even as she protests, her hips rock against my swollen cock, seeking friction, and I know her body is already ahead of her mind.

Dipping lower, I drag her juices higher, coating her clit, sliding my thumb over and over, while she drags herself along my swollen length.

"It’s already been too long." I slide her off my lap and onto the seat.

She cries out, annoyed, but then slams her mouth shut as I sink to my knees on the floor of the limousine and run my hands from her delicate feet to her ankles, taking my time removing each strappy heel. She whimpers, squirming as I run my hands up her calves and over her knees, pushing them apart to give myself room.

I hook my fingers into her absurdly minuscule panties and drag them down slowly, inch by inch, pressing a kiss to the inside of each thigh as I stare, mesmerized by the sight of her pretty pink pussy.

"I'm done waiting."

Sienna’s chest rises and falls, fingers gripping the edge of the seat in anticipation.

"This isn't fair," she whines, but her thighs fall further open as I push forward, once more bunching the midnight blue fabric up around her hips.

"No," I agree, sliding one finger through her wetness. "It’s not."