Chasing Paradise (Chasing Series #3) (5 page)

“
Of course. Anything for you, cara mia.” He leaned over and held me tighter. “I’ve missed you, so bloody fucking 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 fucking 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 cock 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 pussy depended on his semen for survival.

“
That’s it my love. Use it good to soothe your aching cunt. Nurture it, bella mia.” Blake placed his thumb on my hot sensitive button and I shot off in a good racketing wave, hyperventilating and quaking on his glorious hard shaft, before he used his hands again to keep rocking him, to keep fucking him until I was shaking, spent and couldn’t utter a damn word.

“
God, how I have missed you!” I murmured against his chest, slowly rocking him. “I just way to die like this, with you inside me.”

Blake bit into my neck, sucking. “Don’t stop fucking me until we get to the airstrip.”

“
Baby, you’re going to leave me a hickey!” I tried to move my neck away, but he growled and bit into my neck more. Making me scream, before he wrapped his hands around my neck, pounding in to me.

“
Lift your top. I need to see your breasts bounce. I need to see you.” He grunted out, before I followed his orders and pushed my top up, pushing the cups of my bra to the sides, giving him the best vantage. “Perfetto, mia bella.”

I was gasping for breath, but Blake tightened his choke on my neck, before I closed my eyes and surrendered to him—his strength to deliver me into my release, shaking me inside out. Blake placed his hands on my hips, relentless in his own completion.

“
Fuck, I love spilling into you. Mine. This cunt is mine.” He bellowed out, tensing as he came inside me, biting my neck as he did so. “My wife,” he whispered, giving smooth kisses to the spots he marred his teeth with. “I love you.”

“
I love you too, but did you really need to leave me a hickey? That was intentional!” I fumed, having a hard time pushing through with my anger with him because he looked so gorgeous with his half-lids closed, satiated from sex and his voice lowered down a notch. It was impossible! “You’re being too territorial.”

“
There’s only one woman in this world for me, and that you. There are millions of men who are after gorgeous women like you. Could you really blame a man for trying to protect what’s his?” His eyes glimmered; biting his bottom lip, thumb circling my nipple. “Ready for round three?”

Jesus. “Already?”

Blake raised his brow, expanding his cock inside me. “What do you think?”

“
You called me your wife?” I questioned, out of the blue.

He hid back a smile. “Why, aren’t you?” He bit that damning bottom lip again, smolder-sex-face was on. “Don’t you see me as your husband?”

He may look playful now, but I knew he was serious inside. Businessmen equaled conniving. “Blake—”

He placed a finger on my lip, stopping me from speaking. “Make love me to me, cara. That’s all I want right now.”

We made love, until it was time for him to get off the limo. When it was time to part with him, I got teary. “Be safe, please. I love you.”

“
Always, cara.” He kissed me for the last time. “Ti amo.” He gave me one of his bright dashing smile before turning to address Gareth behind him, who was in the another SUV, with Blake’s security. “Take care of my wife.”

I watched as he climbs the stairs of his jet. “Hey, Knightly!” I whistled. He paused and twisted his neck and nodded towards me. “Don’t forget to bring your sexy ass in London soon.” I grinned. “Oh, by the way, I own that ass! So behave.” I yelled, feeling sad but happy.

Blake was smiling, before I knew it, he was almost running back towards me, lifting me up and kissed me thoroughly. “There’s no need to remind me, I know I’m yours.” He kissed me again, sighing heavily. “How about you think about marriage to me while I’m gone, huh?”

Marriage again. This man never stopped. “Alright, I ‘ll about it.”

“
Please do.” Blake hugged me for the last time, before boarding the jet. He blew me a kiss when he saw me staring at him through the little window.

I smiled, shaking my head. “Okay, time to get myself to court.”

~S~

As I watched the streets of LA past before me, I got nostalgic. This city, I grew up to love because of one person, Kyle. I haven’t seen him in months and I honestly couldn’t wait to catch up with him.

Imagine my surprise when Kyle was out in the shade waiting for me to arrive. I asked the driver to stop the car, so I could get out and greet him. “Hey! How are you stranger?” I ran and hugged the living crap of him.

“
Si—” Kyle swallowed, looking at me like he wanted to devour me, but knew he shouldn’t even try.

“
Thanks for coming out. I think I’m so ready to get this over with.” I studied him, before reaching out to touch his cheek. “It’s good to see you—really.”

His eyes were intense as he took me in, before his eyes flickered on my neck, nothing the marks Knightly left. “Your uncle died of a heart attack last night.” He took my hand and held it. “The burial is in four days. I’m not sure if you’d want to attend that, but I thought you should know.”

He died… how convenient. Just when justice was going to be served in a cold dish, he dies. I wanted nothing to do with them. Why should I really care? They never did for me. “I think I’m just going to head back out to London. I don’t want my aunt to look for me and blame me of his death.”

Kyle nodded before giving me the longest hug ever. “Take care, Si. Maybe I’ll get to see you soon. I’ll call you.”

I planted him a kiss on the lips. Just a quick peck like how I do with Chad, but Kyle backed away, like I burned him or something. Okay… “Yeah, I’ll see you. Take care.”

After a quick phone call from the lawyer, I was now ready to leave. I really hoped that the person who worked for my uncle gets some justice and on top of that gets some monetary compensation. What my uncle did was unjustifiable. I hope his company will get taken down if the secretary did pursue and won't stop until the company was no more. 

~S~

“
Gareth, I want to know what your opinion is about what happened to me.” I paused, eyeing him with scrutiny before adding, “From a friend to a friend.”

“
Wretched, each time I think about it, I feel bloody wretched. Knowing that we hadn’t a clue what we’re facing here, I did a bit of digging. I hope you don’t mind, Miss Sienna, but I’ve been reading up a lot on Mr. Knightly’s background and his life.”

My curiosity piqued. “
And?
”

“
And there’s a lot of women that would wish you… gone.” Gareth said the word
gone
in a tone that gave me goosebumps all over. “Although, there were a few who stood out, like Ivanna, Amelia and Miss Camilla Clayworth; his ex-betrothed.”

Three big names; ones I’d thought of as well. “Whoever pushed me down the stairs, do you think they meant serious harm or did they want to warn me?”

“
Miss Sienna—” he started, but I paused him before continuing.

“
Please, just call me Sienna.”

Gareth’s brown eyes studied me a second before sighing. “All right, Sienna. Can I tell you something, but have you promise me we’ll keep it between us?”

Shit. I swallowed, daunted from his tone. “I promise, whatever I hear from your lips, won’t be repeated with anyone else.”

“
Thank you,” he said, stirring the contents of his coffee, studying it with utmost care. It took him half a minute to proceed. “Mr. Knightly hired several teams to investigate the accident and I was told to stay away since I wasn’t really there at the time it had occurred so I respected that, even though I felt like I’m responsible for your fall. Had I been there, this wouldn’t have occurred, yet you’re a very persistent woman and had Mr. Knightly under your thumb that evening so I gave in to your request.” Gareth leveled his gaze with mine, serious and cautious with his words. “The next day, my cousin—who actually works at the bar at the very same hotel—called me. His call didn’t surprise me due to the occurrence being pretty much the only thing the employees discussed ever since it had all happened.” He paused, again. “He informed me that he might’ve met one of the suspects. He served a drink to a Middle Eastern man who ordered fizz at the bar. Finding it bizarre, he shrugged it off and gave him his order, however what caught his attention not long after was how his eyes pretty much kept scanning the crowd, as though they were studying, or possibly looking for, someone in particular. It could be the other person involved or he was keeping an eye on you.”

“
The Middle Eastern man could’ve been someone’s date at the Gala. What time did your cousin say this was? I ordered a drink at the bar, too. That was when I was handed the note actually…” I trailed off, trying to rehash the memories that played through my head. For weeks, I had recalled most of the events in my memory, though I hadn’t really focused on the bar or the people that were there.

Gareth shook his head before he tried to explain himself again. “True, my cousin mentioned the man wearing a tux, but why would he order a non-alcoholic drink at a bar? He barely drank any of it because he had been so preoccupied with looking around.”

Now my heart was galloping wildly. Gareth was right. The man did sound fishy. “Can I meet your cousin? I want to speak to him. He might have more clues that could help me.”

“
They aren’t allowed to speak to anyone that isn’t part of the team Mr. Knightly hired. Calling me about it already crossed that line. I’m not sure he’d be willing to cross it twice without getting in a lot of trouble, Sienna.”

I had to speak to him. “Well, assure him that I will make sure he doesn’t get in trouble. If he will, tell him that I will ensure Blake won’t jeopardize anything for him.”

He nodded, sipping his coffee. “I’ll make the call when he lands in London.” Gareth then looked amused. “I’m sure he’d be thrilled to know that there’s a woman out there that could bring Mr. Knightly to his knees.” When he saw my raised brow, he explained, “Blake Knightly is not only wealthy, but he’s one who has a lot of influential connections in the country. He’s a very powerful man, and let’s just say, most people prefer to be on his good side. I have heard how vicious and cruel he can be in the business world, although he seems more terrifying in the outside arena. I wonder, sometimes, how you made him… I think the word I’m looking for is
subdued
?”

I couldn’t help it, I had to laugh at that. Little ole me had one of the most sought after bachelors in England crazy in love with me. “Would you believe it if I tell you that he befriended me, knowing his intent, and waited until I broke up with my boyfriend? Let’s just say that he’s one of those kinds of men that never gives up until options A to Z are exhausted.”