Page 108 of Scorching Sienna

“Go home and take a day or two. I know this was a hard job.”

He shakes his head before running his hand over his buzz-cut hair.

“Not harder than what his victims had to endure. But thanks, I’ll take you up on that offer and see you on Monday.”

He heads toward his truck while I walk toward mine.

Now, there was just one more player to eliminate from this game. To end it once and for all.

Bright Simpson.

It wasn’t a real name. No one would be stupid enough to use their real name. But if this was a personal vendetta against me, which it clearly was, considering the lengths someone was going to, it still may hold a clue.

For now, I just need to shower and climb into bed with my rainbow. Breathe in her scent and maybe sink my cock into her, just sheath it while we sleep.

The thought of that sees me breaking several speeding restrictions as I make it to Requiem in record time.

When I get upstairs and open my penthouse door, her familiar scent engulfs me, soothing me instantly.

I follow it along the familiar path to our room.

There she lies, cocooned in my bedspread with her beautiful red hair splayed across the pillows. Her face is serene and peaceful. Thankfully. Probably due to the sedative.

With a haste fueled by my longing to hold her, I strip off my clothes and head to the shower. The scalding water washes over me, easing some of the tension that’s been building. I don’t bother getting dressed, and when I pull back the covers and see that my rainbow is similarly butt naked, I smile.

The perfect woman for me.

I pull her close so that we are spooning as I wrap my arms around her. Her gentle breathing and the rhythmic thud of her heart soothe me into my own slumber.

We sleep for hours—thirteen hours, to be exact.

I am woken from that dreamless sleep by a hand guiding my already hard cock into her already wet pussy. I lift her leg over mine and then thrust forward, her buttocks flush against my groin as I drive into her. Sienna moans out deliciously, then shifts her body forward, increasing the angle of penetration. I find her hard little numb, circling it with my thumb as she trembles, her body meeting my thrusts with a force of her own. Without removing myself, I flip her over as I get on my knees, her perfect rear up in the air and affording me a delicious view as I fuck my cock into her. When I lean forward and circle her neck with my hand, squeezing gently, her beautiful green eyes meet mine.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy Damon.” Her words release a demon in me, and I give my rainbow what she asks.

“For you, anything.” I grunt, as I start fucking her harder, faster, my hand smacking that perfect round ass of hers until it is red, and she is screaming.

“Fuck, rainbow, your pussy is being destroyed by my cock, and it’s so wet.” I grind into her, leaning forward as I run my thumb around her opening, which is stuffed, and rub the soaked digit over her clit for demonstration.

“I’m coming, Damon!” she screams as her whole body tenses, the walls of her vagina clamping closed around me and forcing my cock forward with a final thrust as I paint her walls full of my come.

I slip out of her, the area so sensitive that she moans as I do. Then I pull her up and against my chest while I lie back. The feel of the wetness between our legs makes me pull her closer, possessively, as she ignites that primal feeling in me. I’ve never fucked someone from aplace of love, and it makes this experience so much more intense. I’ve also never cuddled with someone afterward and relished in the feel of our mixed juices. If she weren’t so sensitive, I would go down on her now and clean her up with my tongue.

“Are you okay?” She is worried about me when I should be asking her that question.

“You know I’m fine. Are you okay?”

She pushes up, her hair framing her face and laying against my chest as she props herself up on her elbows.

“I shouldn’t be okay. But I am. That doesn’t mean I want to know the details. It’s the cowardly route to leave you dealing with it like that. If you need to talk, I’ll listen. But if you don’t, I’d rather not know how it went. How it ended.”

I smile and stroke her cheek.

“You’re not a coward, Sienna. Saying you don’t want to handle something is a brave acknowledgment. Take it as such.”

She smiles and then lays her head back on my chest, her finger circling the area absentmindedly.

“I didn’t expect him to look so…normal.” Her voice is small, barely audible as if she is speaking to herself.

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