Chapter 10: Vlad

A warm glow from the morning sun spread across the room as my eyes fluttered and opened. I was awake, my heart filled with delight like never before. Her scent lingered in the air, a gentle reminder of our amazing night together.

I drew in a deep breath, enjoying the satisfaction that coursed through my body. It was a marathon last night, and the effect this morning was a few aching bones. But it was all worth it in the end.

She looked so beautiful and innocent as she slept beside me peacefully. Her nakedness was alluring, attracting my eyes to her perfect frame; her figure was to die for.

She sighed softly but didn't wake as I caressed her hair with a gentle touch. Her skin was so soft and smooth as I ran my hand along her curves.

She was gorgeous!

I didn't understand why a smile was playing on my lips, but I couldn't help it; she was a beauty to behold, and I could spend an eternity watching and adoring that beauty.

The sex last night was better than I had imagined, and she was wild, reserved but wild. I knew it would happen the moment she asked to see my art collection, and I was glad that it did.

It was a remarkable first time together.

As I watched her sleep right now, I recalled how possessive I'd been with every inch of her body last night, how we both burned with desire, unable to get enough of each other.

Her soft, cherry-red lips tasted so good, and she was such a great kisser. The feeling of our tongues twirling in our mouths only seemed to fuel my hunger for her. The kiss had threatened to cease our breaths, gluing us to each other in an unbreakable bond. The pull was too powerful to resist, the tension overwhelming.

I had never wanted a woman so badly before, so when we kissed, the passion that washed over me was a realization of how much I'd been craving her.

Neither of us held back; we unleashed the passion, the bottled-up emotions buried deep down.

She'd been clean inside and out; her shaved pussy had been delicious, so edible that I ate her up with my whole mouth, not just my tongue. Her juice seemed tasty at that moment, and I was unable to hold back. I didn't bother trying anyway because it was enjoyable, going down on her.

Her moans! Fuck, she had the sweetest tone—the most arousing sound that made me want her more.

The way she writhed, twisting and twirling at my touch, had me going crazy for her.

When I'd finally penetrated her wet pussy, it was like I had just passed through a portal to a realm of sheer pleasure. She was so warm and slippery, creamy. With that, my thrusts were effortless as I fucked that throbbing mound, her moans charging me up.

By the time we finished, it was already late, and it wouldn't have been wise to take her home at this time of night. So, I proposed that she stay the night, and she agreed.

My mind drifted to the events that unfolded as the evening went by.

Sienna had just taken a shower and had stepped out of my wardrobe in a shirt that I gave her to change into. It was oversized cloth and accentuated her sexiness, making her look like a hot model.

I couldn't take my eyes off her as I sat on my bed in a pair of boxers. She was staring at me like she wanted to go again, and I wanted to as well. It was impossible to resist, so why try?

"You're so manly," she said, walking up to me with gentle and seductive steps, her voice low and enticing. She sat astride me, running her manicured fingers over my broad shoulders, her eyes darting across my build. "So hefty and big," she whispered into my ear.

My erection was growing harder by the second, especially as she pressed against it, grinding in slow motion.

She cupped my face in her soft palms and kissed me, her tongue gliding in sensually. The kiss was slow and intimate as her hands ran along my body.

She left my lips and got off, settling on her knees in front of me.

"You used your tongue in ways I didn't think possible," she said, her eyes fixed on mine. "Let me return the favor." Sienna buried her hand in my boxers without breaking eye contact. Carefully, she withdrew my cock and looked down at it with a smile. Stroking it, she said softly, "It's so big."

I groaned lightly at her skills; she was good with her hands and her mouth. Her tongue rolled over the cap of my cock, sending volts of electricity to my brain. Her saliva mixed with my precum, and the feeling was shocking. It was warm in her mouth, and despite her sloppy moves, no teeth grazed my flesh. Impeccable!

She raised her head, watching me react to her hands sliding over my slippery dick. Both hands clasped around it with one purpose only: to pleasure me, and I felt pleasure, indeed.

Sienna rose to her feet and quietly unbuttoned the oversized shirt on her. Moments later, those perky breasts came into view.

She bent over and pushed me back on the bed, kissing my nipples through to my abs before climbing on top of me.

As she gradually sat on my cock, allowing it to travel deep inside her, her eyes shut, and her body tensed. Finally, she was seated, and the ride to ecstasy began.

My goodness! She was good at this. Slow and steady, she ground down, hands all over my chest. Her wetness made the ride smooth and comfortable.

We were tangled in a web of passion, swimming in a sea of delightful pleasure.

She was in charge, twisting in the direction and with the speed suitable to her. She threw both hands into her hair while her groin continued to brush over mine.

Her moans were music to my ears, and I reached for her breasts, fondling them and softly pinching those nipples. The feeling was overwhelming; the tension was building, and she was starting to move fast. Her moans were growing louder by the second.

The faster she fucked me, the closer I came to cumming. I was groaning, and so was she.

Fuck! Her speed was amazing.

"Oh, my God, I think I'm cumming," she blurted out, increasing her tempo.

I felt the same way but had to hold mine back, at least for the next few seconds. I couldn't be selfish. She was almost there, and it would be unfair to deny her that feeling by releasing my load. Not yet.

Sienna gave a loud cry, and her body started to tremble. "My God, I'm cumming!" she announced, her eyes turning white as she expelled her juice.

"Fuck!" I grunted with a thick groan, still fucking her vigorously.

"Give it to me, please. I want it," she said, her voice barely audible.

I groaned, and with that, I filled her up with my load. The smile on her face was evidence of her satisfaction.

Sienna exhaled sharply and fell on my chest, exhausted and out of breath.

My thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of my phone, and I reached to pick it up off my nightstand.

I froze at the sight of the message from Paul: We need to talk .

Shit!

Sienna groaned slightly, pulling up the sheets, still asleep.

The idea that Paul wanted an audience with me was alarming because I knew what this was about. As drawn to Sienna as I was, it was wrong to have acted upon my feelings for her. She was still young and probably naive in some respects, but I knew better. I was stronger, and I should have acted as such, but I let myself fall. Now, I'd have to face my best friend.

Fighting a rival organization was suddenly a lot simpler than reaching out to Paul, but I had to.

I sighed softly, massaging the bridge of my nose as I got out of bed. With steady steps, I headed to the balcony, feeling the chill of the marble floor beneath my feet.

Bathed in the warm glow of the rising sun, I gazed at the horizon, hands on the railing. I dialed Paul's number and heard it ring on the other line.

"Hey," he said as soon as he answered.

"I got your text. What's going on?" It was hard to say those words, pretending like I had no idea what was happening. I felt like I had betrayed my best friend, and the guilt was gnawing at me.

"It's Sienna," he said, going straight to business.

My heart skipped a beat, and I reflexively shut my eyes, feeling the weight of my betrayal.

"What about her?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's alright," he replied. "But whether or not she stays that way depends on you."

"What do you mean?"

He sighed. "She's been talking about you lately. Like a lot."

"Okay…" I drawled, masking my impatience. I needed him to spill whatever he had to say. "Is there something you want to tell me, Paul?"

"Is there something you wanna tell me , Vlad?" he said, throwing the question back at me.

I was quiet, turning to face Sienna, who was still napping like an angel.

"Look," he began, "I know my daughter has a crush on you. Natalie and I have spoken, and…." He paused, then continued, "You know the type of life you lead, Vlad. It's a dangerous one, and we don't want our daughter getting wrapped up in all that death and chaos. You two are from different worlds, and I don't want anything from your world to corrupt my baby girl."

As he spoke, I listened in silence. His words were sharp as daggers, but I'd been cut multiple times before.

"What do you want from me, Paul?" I asked.

"To stay away from my daughter."

Instantly, I felt like I'd been stabbed in the heart.

"If you ever valued our friendship, you'd honor this request; please, Vlad, stay away from my daughter. I'm begging you." Then, without another word, he ended the call.

I put my head down, massaging my temples in an attempt to soothe this sudden headache that plagued me. This message came a little too late, considering I had fucked his daughter just last night.

I'd put folks in the hospital and sent hundreds to an early grave, but none of those acts had made me feel as guilty as I felt now.

"Is everything okay?" Sienna asked, approaching me with the white sheets wrapped in an alluring way around her body, a part of it sweeping the floor like a bridal train.

I put the phone down and looked at her, admiring her elegance and mesmerized by her beauty. She was so sexy this morning that I was tempted to grab her and fervently kiss those lips. I could feel my cock rising and getting hard.

She had a radiant smile on her face, and her skin was simmering in the morning sun. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, and her hair, despite being ruffled, cascaded beautifully down her back. In simple terms, Sienna was glowing.

I felt struck by the urge to yank her off her feet and fuck her so well. I really wanted to give in to this temptation because everything about her was calling out to me. It was like I was standing before a goddess who had me trapped by her charms. I was enchanted, struggling to break free from her spell, to tear my gaze off her enticing body.

"What's wrong?" She stepped forward, her hand resting lovingly on my cheek.

Her voice was turning me on, and my body was pushing me to pull her close and fuck her here on the balcony, under the soft glow of the rising sun, where we could bask in the euphoria of her moans echoing across the horizon.

But Paul's words still lingered on the fringes of my mind. I showed my weakness last night, but no more. Paul was right; Sienna shouldn't be dragged into the darkness of my world.

It would hurt to let her go, but I had to.

I pulled her palm off my face and wore a blank expression so she wouldn't read any emotion off me.

Her look of fear and confusion at my reaction broke my heart, but it was necessary. She had to learn to see me as the cold-hearted bastard everyone knew me to be. It was the only way to keep her at bay.

"The chauffeur will take you home."

I walked away, leaving her on the balcony.

"Wait, is that it?" She followed me back in, her voice laced with disbelief.

I knew she was hurt; it was evident in her voice. "You're just gonna send me home, like I'm some random chick you met at a nightclub?" she asked, pissed but composed, or at least trying to be composed.

"Go home, Sienna. I have work to do." I headed to the bathroom.

She scoffed and muttered, "This is unbelievable."

I ignored her and got into the shower. As the water washed over my body, I wished it could wash away this pain and guilt. I had successfully hurt both my best friend and the girl who'd captured my heart.

Way to go, Vlad.

I was willing to trade in my happiness for my friendship with Paul, and this was a hard thing to do, especially since I had to hurt Sienna in the process. The disappointment on her face would haunt me for a long time, but the pain I had caused her was something I would have to live with.

By the time I stepped out of the shower, she was already gone, but a piece of her still hovered in my room: her scent.

I lowered my head in dismay, thinking how swiftly things had taken a drastic turn. Just last night, we'd been having the time of our lives; now, we were back to being complete strangers.

I wanted her so badly, but Sienna was someone that, unfortunately, I couldn't have.