“Only Gareth, Blake,” she threatened, throwing a gauntlet.
This was past unreasonable. The woman simply wished for my early demise. “Or what?” I hissed at her, annoyed at her stubbornness. Her safety was all I ever thought about since it had happened. This was all for her.
“Or I’m moving back to my flat.”
“The hell you are! You’re not going anywhere!” I thundered out, standing in full height, anger roaring in folds. “You are impossible!”
“Then, I guess I’m moving out.”
“You wouldn’t bloody f**king dare, Sienna Richards! You’re mine and you will do as you’re told.”
“You’re such a brute, Blake. I know why you’re doing this, but you don’t even try to see it from my point. I don’t want to live like this. I‘d rather die today, living my life, than live secluded in a gilded prison.” She stood up, unyielding. “If this is how it’s going to be with you, I’d rather live in my flat where no one would control me or make decisions for me without my consent. I have lived most of my life in pain and in agony, suffering under my aunt and uncle’s abuse. I left that prison two years ago and I’m not going back to it; not even for you,” Sienna shot the words out before walking towards the end of the cabin and securing herself in the bedroom.
Five minutes after she’d left, I still stood here, aghast at what she’d just spewed at me. How could she even fathom comparing me with the monsters? I was doing this for her safety because I bloody well loved her more than my own life. How could she not understand that? As much as I wanted her happy, her safety was my responsibility. I wasn’t going to let up until this nightmare was over. I needed names and I was going to get them.
One by one, I was going to hunt them down. The detectives and investigators I’d hired needed to see me when I got back to London. Focus was needed, and even if I wanted to cater to Sienna’s request, I simply couldn’t.
Five
Sienna
We were in route to London and my thoughts dwelled on the events that took me away from there in the first place.
London, I’d missed it so much, but I wasn’t going to lie that my heart pounded at the thought of what the city held for me. But as I stated before, I wasn’t going to cower any longer. Hiding wasn’t in the cards for me and I sure as hell wouldn’t back down when my life was being threatened.
“So what’s it to be? Do you want me to go and move out, Blake?” I raised my brow at him, putting my foot down.
Groaning wretchedly, before he made a tug of his luxurious hair, out and beyond with frustration. “Fine—I’ll see what I can do. Sienna…” Blake gazed at me, full of worry. “Promise me you’ll be careful? If anything suspicious catches your eye—anything at all, please tell Gareth immediately?”
“Yes, of course.” I came over to him, dreadful that he was leaving me for quite sometime. I hugged the life out of him, knowing that I’ll be missing his constant presence and nagging like no other. “I’m going to miss you like crazy, boo.”
Forty-eight hours later, I was in LA while Blake was in Brazil or somewhere in South America. We arrived last night and the deposition was scheduled at ten in the morning.
Being back in LA, without Kyle was truly odd. But I was going to meet him today in the courthouse. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face any of the Brown’s, but I know that I sure was ready to get this over with and put them all in my past.
They have dominated my life for so long, I didn’t need to give them the power over me. It’s difficult, but I was going to die trying, because I was done living in the shadows.
Gareth and I were exiting the hotel foyer when a familiar form caught my eye.
I gasped, stilling.
“Blake!” I screeched, running towards him before I clung onto his form, squeezing the life out of the damning sexy man. “How did you manage to leave Brazil? I thought you’d be extremely busy?” I asked, my eyes devoured his sexy suit, looking like the ultimate billionaire playboy he was primed to be.
“I love it when you get all excited to see me.” He laughed, kissing me full on the lips, not caring about the curious onlookers around. “I was in Brazil and I just flew in. I wanted to see you and to tell you that I love you. I know today is very significant and I wanted to be a part of it, letting you know that I’m here for you even though I won’t be physically be there with you, but you’ll be in my thoughts, supporting you.”
Brownie points, he just earned himself to last a lifetime. “Thank you. Thank you.” I kissed him smiling, before kissing the tip of his nose; I peered at the grinning man who flipped my heart a few times in a matter of seconds. “How much time do I have with you before you set off to leave again?”
“I should be heading back now if I want to make it on time with my meetings.”
Shit. “You’re literally just dropping by to see me and give your support?” For a few minutes…what the freak! I needed more time with him. I was having the worst Knightly withdrawals.
“Of course. Anything for you, cara mia.” He leaned over and held me tighter. “I’ve missed you, so bloody f**king bad, I am in pure agony, amore.”
I was too. I’d missed him so much and he was already leaving before he even managed to say hello. “Can I ride with you to the airport? I still have time.”
“If you so wish it.”
Blake was browsing through his messages as we got into the limo. We barely just pulled into traffic when I pounced on his lap, throwing his phone on the side before I pulled his trouser zipper down, fishing out his half-mast length. I was the ultimate tigress—hungry, pouncing and ready to scratch.
“Bloody f**king God! This is mighty hot. I think I might just want to marry you.” Blake uttered in awe, watching me lift my fitted soft pink suit skirt, pushing my French scrap lace thong to the side before I lowered myself slowly, excruciatingly on his hard princely cock.
Throwing my head back, I let out a howling moan, lavishing on his large big dick inside me, loving him more than anything else. “Baby, I can’t thank you enough. This is seriously helping me with tension.” I smiled before I angled my head to kiss him, riding and rocking his c**k to my carnal indulgence.
I held his face, panting against his parted lips, while his hands are felt like steel, grounding me on his shaft as I became a woman on a mission, riding him like my pu**y depended on his se**n for survival.