Blade

Chapter 38: Tension at the table

Sienna

I take a sip of my orange juice, trying to hide the deep blush creeping up my cheeks. Leaning back in his chair, Blade crosses his arms over his chest and smirks, completely unfazed.

Franco clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably as his eyes dart between me and Blade, silently asking what the hell is happening. "Aren't you going to tell us what's going on here?"

"Yeah," Cam says, her tone light but pointed. "I mean, we just walked in on you two practically devouring each other. We at least deserve an explanation." Her lips twitch into a small, knowing smile as she slides her hands into the pockets of her black hoodie, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Well—" I begin, my voice faltering slightly.

"Am I not allowed to kiss my fiancée?" Blade arches an eyebrow at them, an amused look in his eyes. Nico sits down on the chair next to me, wiggling his eyebrows in mock provocation. I groan in frustration and smack my hand against my forehead.

"Of course you can," Cam replies with a hum, waving her manicured fingers lazily in our direction. "But you two don't seem to like each other, right?"

"Who says I don't like her?" Blade says in a sharp tone, a flicker of seriousness crossing his face. I stare at him, caught between shock and disbelief, unsure if he's telling the truth. My heart, however, betrays me with its sudden, erratic beat.

"I can kiss her whenever I want," he continues, his gaze locking with mine, a slow lick over his lips that sends a shiver down my spine.

To hide the sudden rush of emotions, I snap, "Oh hell no!" I glare at him and cross my arms over my chest, defiant.

"Oh come on, Sienna. You weren't complaining when my tongue was exploring your mouth earlier," Blade replies with a cocky smirk, his fingers interlaced on the table.

"Damn, Sienna," Nico whistles, amused. He pulls out a chair and sits down. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it."

Of course, I did! But they don't have to know that at all.

I suck in a sharp breath as a hand presses against my inner thigh. Just from the rapid pounding of my heart, I know exactly who it is, but I don't turn to look. Instead, I keep my gaze fixed on Cam's suspicious expression as she settles into the chair next to Franco, stroking her chin.

"Tell them what they need to hear, tesoro." Blade gives me a subtle wink, unnoticed, as his fingers creep toward the hem of my jean shorts.

"They didn't ask." I bite the inside of my cheek and try to close my legs as his fingers push my shorts aside.

"Come on, Sienna, tell us. We really want to know," Franco says, smirking as he looks at me.

"There's nothing to tell, okay?" I say, trying to push Blade's hands away from slipping under my shorts. It's like trying to move a heavy boulder, and he doesn't let up.

I yank harder, but Blade only leans in closer, his smirk teasing and infuriating at the same time. "You don't get to say no, Sienna," he murmurs in a dangerous voice.

I chew on my lower lip to prevent a gasp from slipping out as he shoves his cold fingers into my dripping pussy, sending a new sensation that I've never felt before down my spine.

I bite my lower lip to keep a gasp from escaping as he slides his cold fingers into my pussy, sending a new, unfamiliar shiver down my spine.

Soon, the conversation around us drifts away from us, and I let out a quiet sigh of relief as Matilde returns to serve them breakfast.

"Mamma, I specifically told you I want sprinkles on my pancakes," Cam grumbles, pouting like a child as she pokes at the pancakes with her fork, looking bored.

"And I specifically remember not agreeing to it," Matilde replies with a smile, handing Franco a mug of coffee.

"Who the hell adds confetti to their pancakes?" Blade asks, moving his fingers in and out of me as I tighten my grip on the glass of orange juice.

"It's sprinkles, you dumbass." Cam retorts with an annoyed glare and crosses her arm against her chest in a childish attempt to get her mother's attention.

"Why do you want sprinkles on your pancakes anyway?" Franco narrows his eyes at her in confusion and takes a sip of his coffee.

"Nothing. It just looks glittery with sprinkles on it." Cam shrugs and gets to her feet to grab the sprinkles while Matilde rolls her eyes in disbelief.

I shudder with intense pleasure as Blade slides another finger inside me, picking up the pace. He licks his lips at the flustered look on my face, my heart pounding, his stormy grey eyes glazed with lust as he watches me writhe under his touch.

I tune out the conversation around me, focusing entirely on the magic his fingers are working inside me. Panting, tension ripples through my body as I keep my gaze locked on his erection. The pleasure spikes instantly as I imagine the soft yet firm flesh deep in my throat again.

My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as he starts stroking himself through his dress pants. The strained look on his face makes it impossible to look away because I know exactly what he wants. I can feel the sensation of the thoughts running through his mind this very second. Holy fuck, I want that too.

I swallow hard, heat building inside me as my pussy clenches around his curled fingers.

"Are you alright, cara?" Matilde asks before my orgasm can hit, her face a mix of confusion and concern.

Blade stealthily pulls his fingers out of me, a cocky smirk curling at the corner of his lips as he licks them clean, his attention returning to the earlier conversation.

Did he just—oh my fuck! He's going to regret this.

I clamp my legs together, trying to ease some of the burning ache, and force a sweet, harmless smile as I turn to Matilde. "I'm fine, Matilde."

"Are you sure?" she asks, concern lacing her voice. Camilla strolls back, a triumphant smile tugging at her lips as she sprinkles the final touch onto her pancakes, clearly pleased with herself.

"Yes, I'm sure, Matilde," I mumble through clenched teeth, my pulse quickening as Blade fights back a smirk that threatens to curve across his lips. I jab him sharply in the shin, earning a scowl that only makes the corners of his mouth twitch.

She gives me a wide smile and walks back to the kitchen.

"Well, would you look at the time." Blade slowly rises from the chair, his eyes locked on the watch strapped to his wrist. "I have a meeting to attend to."

He flashes me a flirty wink, slides his hand into his pocket, and heads for the front door.

Douche bag.

"Don't worry, he'll be back," Nico says teasingly, mouth full of pancakes as I turn to face him.

I know exactly what he means, so I kick him in the shin. He groans in pain, and I give him a sharp death glare.

"I'm going to fucking kill you if you ever say that again," I warn with a smirk, striding toward the stairs and heading to my room for a shower.

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