Chapter 3 Careful What You Wish For

• Sierra’s Pov
• “Not while I'm looking at what I want,” I whispered, my breath hot against his ear as I tightened my hold on him.
• “And your name?”
• God damn, why did the man ask so many questions? I wasn't broken, just tired. Tired of pretending. Tired of being a pushover.
• I just wanted him to make me forget tonight, forget Brandon, forget the disappointed look on Rose’s face. Was that really too much to ask for?
• “Does it matter? We both know it doesn't.”
• “No names then?”
• “Exactly. Less talk, more doing,” I replied, my voice surprisingly loud and firm.
• I wanted this. I’d been prim and proper all my life. And where had that gotten me? Heartbroken and abandoned.
• I’d have this night, at least… and this Zeus-looking man too.
• He held on to my hips as his voice became seductively low against my neck.
• “When I begin, Princess, there will be no going back.”
• My breath caught as chills ran down my spine.
• Good. I didn't want to go back either. I wanted all he had to offer, needed all of him. I licked his ear then, my voice hot and seductive.
• “Then stop holding back. I want it all.”
• He froze. Just for a moment, like my words had penetrated him in a way. Then he moved. He pulled off his jacket and shirt, and turned to help me out of the heavy pink dress, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
• I didn't object when he lifted me into his arms and made for the bed. Instead, I closed my eyes.
• In this moment, I felt unchained and free. Like I was floating on air.
• It was only when my back hit the soft bed that I opened my eyes. He stood over me, simply watching.
• “I…” I began, not sure of what I meant to say.
• “Shhhh,” he whispered, his eyes dark with hunger as he reached for the waistband of my panties.
• “I wanted to get this out of the way,” he whispered.
• I nodded. He opened his arms and I went into them without hesitation, crashing my lips against his. He let go of his reservations and returned the kiss with equal valor.
• Lips to tongue.
• With equal need.
• Then his hands roamed upwards as his lips trailed sloppy wet kisses through my neck, making me giggle. I loved every damn thing he was doing.
• He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall away. I let out a seductive moan as my breasts filled his large hands.
• This was different. No one had ever made me feel like this. Not even Brandon, in all of our seven months together.
• Brandon’s hands had always felt forced, like he wanted to just get things over with. But this man? His touch made my toes curl. His tongue was pure ecstasy.
• It was like my body was coming alive, like it was answering a call it hadn't known it was waiting for, and he was just getting started.
• His lips found my nipple, and he suckled on it gently, tongue swirling while he massaged the other with his thumb. Then he switched to my other breast, giving it equal attention as he worshipped me with his mouth.
• I gasped, barely able to contain my excitement.
• That was it. I needed him…and I needed him now.
• I reached down and gripped him through his boxers. He was thick and long beneath the cotton material. He groaned and drew back, his breathing ragged.
• Then like a storm, he was on me again. All muscle and heat.
• “Not yet, Princess,” he whispered, and my eyes narrowed.
• What was taking him so long? Before I could speak, he nudged my legs open, and positioned himself between my thighs.
• “Finally,” he grinned, just as his manicured fingers found my clit.
• I exhaled sharply… expecting him to slide them inside me but his head went down.
• And when his lips encircled me, sucking greedily, my eyes flew open.
• “Oh fuckkkk!” I cried out, grabbing the sheets with one hand, and his head with the other.
• But he didn't stop. He moved sleekly, like my pleasure was his only mission. When he finally replaced his lips with his fingers, I began to shake.
• But he held onto my hip, encircling my clit with a thumb as he worked his fingers deeper, one, then two. Slowly and deliberately.
• Then he curled them.
• And I saw stars.
• “That's it,” he whispered into my ear. “Look how ready you are.”
• I moaned loudly as my body began to tremble beneath him.
• “Now, please!” I screamed, as my moaned in delicious pleasure.
• “Here we go, Princess,” he said as he climbed my body and entered into my warm passage in one smooth thrust.
• He filled me up like he belonged there… then he began to move, slowly… with intention.
• Like he needed this too.
• I wrapped her legs tightly round him, meeting every heated thrust.
• “Harder,” I whispered, voice shaky.
• He gave me harder.
• And faster.
• Until our bodies meshed into a breathless dance, heat and surrender.
• “You feel like heaven,” he murmured against my lips right before he kissed me like he owned my soul.
• I held onto him with all of my strength, like he was the air I needed desperately to breathe. I closed my eyes. Tonight, I didn't just feel alive.
• I burned. And for the first time in the longest time.
• I didn't want to forget.
• I lay curled against his chest afterwards, feeling satisfied and at peace. My fingers lazily traced his large back, and caught something unexpected.
• Something rough… I paused.
• Then lifted myself a little to see what it was.
• A scar, long and jagged slashed across his ribs, disappearing underneath his arms.
• He didn't speak or move. Just stared at the ceiling. I didn't ask about it.
• Didn't dare say a word.
• Instead, I ran my fingers over it and went back into his arms, then turned to kiss him lightly on the cheek as my heart began to beat rapidly.
• And suddenly, I wasn't so sure if I’d just had sex with a stranger…
• Or the kind of storm mothers warned their daughters about.