Chapter 9: Sienna

It was quite thoughtful of him to take me home this evening, and I was glad he'd offered to drive me back.

He was at the wheel, focused on the road, his cologne seeping into the air around me. He'd glance at me every now and then, his eyes flashing with a hint of lust.

I knew he found me attractive, although he hadn't said so. The charge between us was palpable; the tension was so strong that we couldn't deny it even if we tried.

It was seemingly impossible to resist him—to tear my gaze off the handsome man who had me spellbound. He was driving me back home, but a part of me didn't want to return to the house just yet.

I'd had so much fun hanging out with him this evening, and it was such a shame that it was all over—at least for tonight.

If it were up to me, we would still be together, talking, laughing, and getting to know each other better. I really enjoyed his company and didn't want the night to end.

I sat in silence in the passenger seat, my mind imagining several scenarios, ninety-eight percent of which were about us being intimate.

Stop this madness! I tried to caution my thoughts, but I was failing in my attempts to brush off the sexy images playing in my head. His scent wasn't helping, either; the fact that his cologne was all I could smell made it more difficult to stay focused.

The man was in the very air that I breathed. His essence was all over me. How was I supposed to stay strong in such an atmosphere?

I stole a glance in his direction, and my eyes settled on his lips the moment he turned to me. They looked succulent, and I bet they would be so soft.

Jesus, Sienna.

I wanted him. I'd wanted him since the first day I'd seen him. Now, I thought I was losing my mind; he was so hot, and everything about him was seducing me.

"You okay?" he asked, shooting me a quick look.

"Yeah…I am," I replied.

Lies .

I was far from okay. It was like I was boiling from his hotness. For real, I was starting to overheat. My heart was racing, and a tingle traveled between my legs.

"I've been meaning to ask," he began, "you seem to know a lot about art. How come?"

Thank God, something to discuss—a perfect distraction.

"Art is my major," I replied.

"Really?" His brows rose, his eyes flickering in my direction once again.

"You seem surprised."

"I am—very," he confessed. "That's amazing."

For some reason, his words made me blush.

"Thank you." I jerked my eyes toward him. "The truth is, I aim to pursue art with everything in me, and hopefully, someday, I'll have my own art gallery—just like Caspian Nightingale."

"Interesting," he said. "You're a brilliant young woman; something tells me your dream will become a reality sooner than later."

He smiled.

My heart melted in my chest. "Thank you. It means a lot to me."

"Tell me, what art movement resonates with you the most?"

I didn't even need time to consider my answer.

"Impressionism," I replied with a wide grin. "I'm very much intrigued by it."

"Fascinating," he said. "I should have known, considering how captivated you were by ‘Whispers in the Dark' during the gallery opening."

I laughed lightly. "It was like the painting was calling out to me."

"Yeah, me, too. I like to see myself as an art enthusiast."

"I think you are an art enthusiast."

He chuckled, taking a careful turn down a street. "What makes you so sure?"

"Well, only an enthusiast would be drawn to Nightingale's ‘Whispers in the Dark,'" I replied. "Plus, you did talk about the portrait being inspired by Degas' ‘Echoes of the Night.' Only an art enthusiast would know that."

"Impressive. You're very observant," he noted. "I find impressionist art quite relatable. In fact, I am so fascinated by it that I have some collections back at my place."

"No way! Shut the front door!" I let out a squeal of delight, my eyes widening in a mix of excitement and surprise. "Which do you have?"

"A few, like Monet's ‘Water Lilies….'"

"1921?"

"1919, actually," he corrected with a smile.

My heart was filled with joy, practically beating out of my chest. All I could manage was, "Cool."

"I also have Cassatt's ‘Little Girl in a Blue Armchair,' Degas' ‘Dancers at the Bar,' and, I think, Pissarro's ‘Red Roofs.' I don't know for sure, but I think it's there."

I was officially blown away; my mouth wouldn't shut, and my brows remained raised. A thrill ran through me like a rollercoaster rush, and my heart swelled.

"For people who think we're very different, we sure have a lot in common," I said. "I want to see them—the collection." The words had burst out of me without my permission.

I honestly thought that I'd said that in my mind. I hadn't planned to say them aloud, not yet, at least. But I was really looking forward to seeing those pieces. He'd piqued my interest. Now, all I wanted to do was set eyes on those paintings.

"Can I see them, please?" I repeated.

He squinted at me, lips pursed. "Are you sure?"

I nodded.

"You do remember where I said I have the collection, am I right?"

I nodded again. "Yes."

I was basically asking him to take me to his place. It wasn't a good idea, but I couldn't help it.

He watched me for a moment before finally budging. "Alright," he conceded, right before he hit the brakes and turned the car around.

Are you really sure about this? Mom and Dad would freak out if they knew what you're doing right now.

I ignored the voice in my head, channeling my thoughts to the art pieces that I'd see at his place.

Only the art pieces…that's all you wanna see?

Sia, this is a bad idea, said my voice of reason. You're attracted to this man. Going to his place at this time of night will not end well. Turn back now that you have the chance.

She's definitely going to get laid, the other voice said.

Quiet, you two! I said to them.

He drove through the gates to his mansion, and he pulled over by the entrance. We both stepped out of the car under the cold and distant stars, the home towering over us like a mausoleum, all white marble and gilded classical architecture.

There were a couple of armed men stationed at different sections of the house, but they didn't scare me. I was with the boss.

The state-of-the-art interior design matched the opulence of the exterior, exuding wealth and power, though it wasn't so over-the-top that it appeared ostentatious. Once in the doorway, we were greeted by a maid whom he addressed in Russian. With her bright smile and warm eyes, she seemed nice.

"Hello," she said to me, her accent glaring in her tone.

"Hi," I replied with a slight wave.

He said a few words in Russian, prompting her to nod before leaving.

"Come," he said to me, grabbing my hand. "I have a mini gallery upstairs."

He has a mini gallery. Wow.

I grinned, and he led me up the stairs to a large room filled with a variety of art pieces hanging on the walls—some also placed on shelves and others positioned on the marble floor.

"You weren't kidding," I gasped, looking around in awe. "I thought that I was an art enthusiast, but this…." A scoff escaped my lips. "This is on a whole new level."

"You like?"

"Are you kidding me? I love it," I replied, walking toward a portrait on the wall. "It's beautiful."

"So that's where it is," he said, joining me. "That's Pissarro's ‘Red Roofs.' I didn't think it was here."

His collection of pieces impressed me, and I spent the next few minutes feasting my eyes on their elegance. Each piece was unique in its own way, reflecting the emotions of the artists, and they enamored me.

"These are amazing, Vlad," I said, shifting my gaze across the paintings.

"Thank you," came his reply.

One step backward, and I tripped, losing my balance. My arms flailed in the air as I almost hit the ground. Luckily, he was fast enough to catch me.

His hand was wrapped around my waist, keeping me off the floor as he stared into my eyes.

It was so theatrical that it looked like a scene from a romantic movie.

I gulped, unable to take my eyes off him. The heat and tension that had been sparking between us were rising in full force. I could feel it. He was too close, and now, my heart was racing, and my pussy was beginning to tingle again; the sensation jolted across my system. His scent was turning me on, especially as I realized his gaze was traveling to my lips. He drew closer as if to kiss me, and my hormones were suddenly all over the place. I was longing to feel him, to taste him….

Vlad cleared his throat and helped me regain my balance. "I'm sorry. That was inappropriate."

Our eyes locked in the heat of passion, and I could tell he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

He was right, though. It was inappropriate. But did I give a damn? No, I didn't. As a matter of fact, I wasn't even thinking straight. I wanted him so badly.

He tore his gaze off me and attempted to step away when I reached out and pulled him to myself. He scanned my eyes, as though he was searching for something. Vlad obviously saw the desire burning there.

Shit. It's about to go down, I thought.

The moment he held my neck with a gentle touch, my breath ceased, my body tensed, and my heart skipped a beat.

Are you sure about this, Sia? my voice of reason asked. If you do this, there's no going back.

Shut up, she's about to have a good time. Don't ruin it for her, the other voice said.

Vlad and I stared deeply at each other, overwhelmed with a powerful, sexual hunger. Seconds later, as if in sync, we rushed at each other's lips, kissing passionately.

Mom and Dad would raise hell if they found out, but I didn't care.

His hands were all over me, caressing my body and fondling my breasts. I could feel the heat, the warmth of our connection. The more he kissed and touched me, the more that fire inside me burned, threatening to consume us both.

He was a very good kisser, and honestly, I'd never been kissed like this before. My entire body was craving him.

He pulled me to himself, and I could feel his erection brushing against my groin. That shit made me wet, and I was swooning in ecstasy.

A gasp escaped my lips when his hand glided up my thigh, slowly teasing me and causing my body to tremble. His fingers caressed my underpants before shifting them aside. I moaned softly when his middle finger slipped into my entrance. My eyes were shut, enjoying the magic of his finger.

I rubbed my hand against the print of his cock, basking at the size of it underneath his pants.

Gosh! It was huge, and I couldn't wait to have him deep inside me. This was happening already; things were heating up and moving way too fast.

He pushed me against the wall, and I struggled to take off his coat while he quickly undid the zipper of my dress. He unhooked my bra and took my breast into his mouth. It felt so good—how he sucked my titties, biting my nipples deliciously. I couldn't help moaning.

I unbuckled his belt and dipped my hand into his pants. When I withdrew his cock, my eyes widened in shock; it was bigger than I thought.

He left my breasts and returned his lips to mine while I stroked that hard cock, gliding my thumb over his precum.

Vlad inserted his finger back into my slippery mound, his eyes glued to mine. I knew that he was savoring the look on my face as I writhed at his touch. He was gentle yet in charge. I loved it.

He kissed me again, this time going down my neck with his finger relentlessly digging into my pussy.

I moaned and moaned and moaned.

He went down on his knees, and with both hands, he yanked my panties off entirely, raising my leg above his shoulder.

My moan was softer and more intense when his tongue settled on my entrance. I was wet already; now imagine the sensation when my wetness mixed with his saliva.

Fuck!

He was an expert with his tongue, eating me up so well that I couldn't get enough. My body was tense, and my breath was difficult to catch while my eyes were rolling backward. I pushed his head deeper between my legs, caressing his soft hair.

The icy mint of his tongue as it played with my clit was driving me nuts, especially when he started to finger me simultaneously.

I was losing my mind.

What's he doing to me? Fuck! This feels so good.

By the time he was done using his tongue, he got back to his feet, and I reached to kiss him, meeting him so fervently.

I was ready to be fucked right now.

He whisked me up, and I clasped my feet around his waist, my hands going around his neck as he walked over to a table somewhere in the room. Vlad set me down gently, spreading my legs apart.

I was breathing heavily as I watched him position his cock at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine.

Slowly, Vlad penetrated me; I threw my head backward, moaning as my pussy swallowed him up. His thrusts were gentle at first; then gradually, he quickened the pace, his groin slapping against mine.

His cock was hitting places that had never been hit before, and I felt him deep inside my stomach. It was a wonderful feeling.

I sat up on the table, my arms around his neck as he continued to ram into me hard and fast. It was too good to hold in, so I lay back on the table in complete surrender to him.

His thrusts made my titties bounce, and my legs trembled; my body vibrated at the sensation coursing through me.

He was killing me.

Vlad withdrew, and I got up, bending over with a knee on the table. He grabbed my hair and pulled it, fucking me from behind.

Yes, yes! Give it to me! This is how I want it!

I had been starving and didn't realize it until now. The man was really good—experienced and skillful. He was handling me like a real man, and I felt like a woman…. I felt alive.

Yes, give it to me.

As though he could hear my thoughts, he continued to plunge in deeper.

Faster, go faster!

This was our first time fucking, so I wasn't free enough to say these words to him. But he seemed to possess the power to read my mind.

Vlad didn't stop, and I couldn't stop moaning. All those bottled-up feelings were being released, and our hunger was being satisfied.

He jerked me off the table, his strong arms holding me from beneath my legs as he stood firm, his feet planted on the ground. His cock slipped into my cunt, and he gave me the best stand-and-carry fuck I'd ever gotten in my life. His endurance was remarkable, and his thrusts were hitting my G-spot, sending volts of electricity through my body.

My grip around his neck tightened as he continued to ram me hard while I moaned with shut eyes. He rushed to the wall, and I felt my back against it as he set me down on my feet. With a leg raised in the air, he penetrated my entrance with rapid thrusts that made my titties bounce.

I threw my hands into my hair, biting my lower lip as the sensation coursed through my body.

He seized my hands, and interlocking his fingers with mine, he threw them over my head, trapping them underneath one of his.

I was restrained from using my hands, and that bondage was erotic, I had to admit. I loved it. All I could do was moan, and I did that to the best of my ability. I could tell he was enjoying my soundtrack because he wouldn't stop banging me.

Vlad pulled out for a second and spun me around so my chest would press against the wall. In that position, he plunged into me from the back.

He fucked me like he wouldn't get the chance to do so again. Like a real man, Vlad showed me true pleasure; he rammed me so well that I felt like I was cumming.

Yep, I was. And from the thickness of his groan, I knew that he was about to cum as well.

Yes, I want it. Please, give it to me, I begged him in my mind, craving to feel him inside me.

He let out a grunt and exploded, filling my pussy with his load. It was so warm and creamy.

Vlad collapsed on my back for a moment, and I let out a satisfactory sigh, feeling good and fulfilled.

Fuck, this really happened!