Chasing Beautiful (Chasing Series #1) (20 page)

I nodded and smiled at him, “
Why?”

“So, I
can have you anytime tonight—I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon—I wish I could stay here with you all weekend in bed.”

Nuzzling h
is neck as he hugged me closer, skimming my arm gently, he spoke. “What made you change your mind tonight? I thought you wanted to wait on sex?”

I stiffened from his question but he had the right to know. “
I’ve always wanted you. From the moment I saw you, I knew I was in trouble. I realized what was at stake—when you walked away from me—” I swallowed. “Regrets can be damning to one’s soul—the ‘what if’ scenario would haunt me forever if I didn’t give you a chance—to see where this is going to lead.” Sitting up, fidgeting on the blanket that was held dearly to my chest, I went on. “I have issues Blake- with trust and being vulnerable. When Dad died, everything I knew and loved was taken away from me. My home was sold, my friends vanished, love and security was gone…my dad’s sister took me in. They didn’t appreciate my interruption in their lives. Her husband and daughter both resented my presence in their home.”

My voice
shook, but I had to keep going. “I was taunted, threatened, beaten up and tortured by all of them. If I was late waking up for school, they would douse me with a bucket of water. When I didn’t finish my meal—I was beaten with a shotgun cleaner. If I did something that infuriated them—they made me kneel for six to eight hours on a pebbled floor—sometimes more—only in my undergarments. I got my hair pulled. I was dragged and slapped in whatever way you could imagine,” I heaved a heavy sigh. “Never once did I fight back. I was helpless and I was at their mercy. I was seven; it was either live with them or go to social services.”

“Didn’t any of your teachers know about this? Didn’t they notic
e your bruises?” His voice wavered as he spoke.

“Not in the beginning, but this once incident
, I had a lot of cuts on my legs from the shotgun metal cleaner they used. I was bruised badly and the cuts were deep so the blood gushed profusely. I only had band-aids to cover them—but they weren’t big enough. The blood oozed off my legs and stained my socks—that’s when the teachers noticed. My aunt and uncle were called in to school—but they negotiated with them I guess. They had power and money after all—none of the teachers or the principal ever bothered to mention it again.”

“When did they stop?”

“Two years ago, when I started dating Kyle and he threatened to report them—but I stopped him. It’s not that I don’t want to see them pay for what they’ve done to me—but life has a way of catching up to us—and I don’t want to live with so much hate in me. Hate ruins people and I didn’t want to lose perspective of what I want my life to be like.”

“I’ve forgiven them—but forgetting it is another matter. I still get nightmares from time to time—but I won’t let them win—I just won’t—I’m stronger than that
.”

Blake
and hugged me from behind as he whispered softly, “I’m so sorry—I knew you were hiding something —but never once did it occur to me that you were an abuse victim—people who do that to helpless children are sick, twisted human beings. I feel wretched—I want to ease your pain—but I don’t know how—.” His heart was beating erratically on my back. He was angry. His breathing told me so. It was ragged.

“Just be here—I don’t want to talk about it anymore—it’s in the past
; let’s leave it there.” I twisted my head to study his face. Leaning, I kissed him with all my emotions rolling off of me.

There
are only a few people who know about my past—Kyle, Chad and Lucy. Sharing this part of me with Blake was huge. But I needed him to understand when the time comes that I may, most likely, fall short of his expectations. Trust is important—and I trusted him as my friend—but as boyfriend/lover—we were still working on that. I may not have offered my heart—but I could offer him everything else.

“Just promise me one thing.
” I said against his lips.

“I’ll give you anything, poppet
.”

“No matter what happens—just be honest
—promise me that, Blake?”

His thumb on my ch
in, he lifted it until my eyes met his silver midnight blue eyes. All sorts of emotions went through those depths, and I was left dumbstruck. The gold flecks stood out, and the effect utterly was spellbinding. This gorgeous enigmatic man irrevocably ensnared me. “I promise that I will always be honest and never lie to you. From now on—I will protect you as my own—you’re mine now, no harm will come to you.”

My entire body swelled from his protective and possessive nature—he’s a Knightly—
it came with the territory, I suppose.

Resting my head on
the expanse of his chest, I pondered our conversation. “I had a wonderful childhood.” He spoke softly. “My parents—they were so in love with each other—they both never failed to tell me or show me how much I was loved. When I saw how other parents treated their children, I felt blessed that mine were wonderful. When they died, I was angry because they left me. But at the same time, I was grateful that they were taken together. I don’t know how one would have survived without the other.

“
Grandfather taught me to have a backbone. To be strong and master my emotions—he once said that once your emotions get the best of you—your rational and logical thoughts erode. A man can be easily conquered—easily defeated and the valuable idea of focus evaporates.

“
He wasn’t easy to live with at first and I rebelled. I was angry at everyone, but I hadn’t realized that he was hurting as well. He lost his son too—and we were both grieving. We reached a compromise and his constant encouragement and reminder of my parents held me in check. And for that, I am grateful that he never gave up on me. Grandfather’s the only one I have left—I swore to myself that I would never disappointment him.”

He paused and stoked my hair, “Sienna—I’ve never done this before
.”

I looked up
. “What? Having someone on your bed?”

H
e smiled and pinched my cheek. “No, you beautiful wench, a proper relationship—what I had was a mutual agreement with both consenting adults—exclusive sex with no strings attached. But this—this is different. I need you to be patient— this is all new to me. I’ll make mistakes—I assure you but don’t condemn me without talking to me first. It’s all I ask—”

“Thank you for telling me, Blake. You don’t know
how happy it makes me to hear you say that. I promise—I’ll be patient with you.”

Leaving loud smacking kisses all over my face as I giggled like a little girl who got her wish from Santa. “I
can die happy now—I’ve waited so long. And now, here you are—” kissing my neck and my earlobe, “driving me mad with hunger. You’re this burning need in my blood, Sienna and I’m ravenous.”

Rolling me
on my back, he quickly demolished my lips.

The only thing that
was running through my mind was “mine, he’s mine” as he annihilated my body with voracious greed, quenching his thirst.

His touch
was rough and raw—but the thrill of having him again consumed my very being. When he finally rammed his cock inside with full force, I welcomed it lasciviously.

His
lovemaking was demanding, hard and harsh like a man starved—I matched his need.

There were n
o words spoken. Our bodies spoke for us.

Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined this soul-consuming connection with anyone
. It was a connection of souls that obliterated my sanity. It yearned with no concession. It was like a hypnotic state of nonsensical merry-go-round of emotions with no chance in hell of slowing down. People always spoke about it, but I never understood their uncontrollable obsession,
until now
.

I
was petrified and scared shitless, but I didn’t have the capacity to walk away from him.

It
was all or nothing.

“Poppet
, wake up,” Blake’s voice trailing on my neck as it sent goose bumps all over my body.

I sighed contently
.
I liked being woken up like this
. I was on my stomach and his kisses trailed lower.

Jesus
, the man has more stamina than an Arabian horse.

I was caught by surprise when he swiftly lifted my butt and placed a pillow underneath
me. My ass was protruding in the air—hailing his undivided attention. His thumb intensely rubbed my clit as he licked the lips around it and stuck his tongue inside my opening. He groaned loudly when I moaned his name.

If this is his way of marking me, then mark away lover!

He was insatiable and I loved the fact that he couldn’t get enough of me.

Lifting
his body, on his knees, he squeezed my ass with both of his hands. He took his sweet time, torturing me with the head of his cock, swiping it back and forth on my clit and making sure I was wet enough.

My lips hung
ajar as I groaned from his ministrations.

“Blake! Fuck me already!”
I was aggravated and beyond aroused! I wasn’t to be me messed with!

Thrusting his huge cock
as he penetrated me quite roughly—the sudden impact stunned my body for a mere second. I was a bit sore from his rough handling last night, but my greed for him seized me entirely. I moaned as he took himself deeper.

My pussy was salivating from the building pressure. He pulled my hips and commanded
me to lift myself—on all fours—as he pounded my cunt harder. The impact of his balls slapping and hitting my wet folds just heightened my burning need.

He slapped
my ass. Hard.

I howled from the impact of his palm as I felt a well of liquid seep out of me. M
y mind went blank from the excruciating hunger that rumbled inside.

“
You feel incredible.” Blake said in between heavy panting.

Grabbing both of my ass cheek
s with his hands, gripping them firmly as he fucked me harder—my body tightened from his animalistic lovemaking. I yelled, gripping the sheets as my body was released from its misery—my orgasm overwhelmed and paralyzed me as his tempo picked up faster than before.

“
This pussy belongs to me.
” He growled loudly through gritted teeth.

“Tell me it’s mine, tell me!” H
is voice roared possessively.

“This pu
ssy’s yours, Blake. It’s yours—I’m giving it to you.
Take it
.
It’s yours
.” I breathily panted as his orgasm came to a close. With one last thrust, he stiffened and spilled his semen inside me.

He panted heavily, his cheek on the back of my shoulder
as he said, “It’s mine, all mine—don’t you dare forget that!” 

Loud. And. Clear.

After Blake’s lovemaking, my lids started to get heavy. I submitted to my body’s demand for recuperation as sleep took over.

A loud thud woke me from my slumber.
How long did I nap for?
I sleepily wondered.

I sat up and yawned loudly as Blake entered
the room, dressed in a black suit, stark white dress shirt and a black silver-patterned tie. My eyes greedily roamed all over him. He looked sharp and utterly delectable—my mouth watered.

And he’s leaving for a month and a half.
How the hell am I going to survive now? I’ll miss him like mad.

The bed dipped as he sat on
it, smiling affectionately as he traced my swollen lips with his thumb. “You look flushed and satisfied, my sweet—your hair’s all sexily mussed up—and you look absolutely beautiful.”

Gazing contently at him, I smiled like an idiot
. “Maybe you did something right Knightly.” I suggestively licked my lips, my fingers playing with his hair behind his ear. “Your skills are extraordinary—
incomparable.
”

Every time he
smiles at me, I feel like I’ve just won the lottery.

I
was such a sucker for his smiles. I was hopeless!