Sienna
His words buzzed through the room, his eyes locked on mine as if daring me to object. If only he knew how fast my heart was hammering, he would have never imagined I could resist. I slid my hands around his neck, breathing heavy, melding with his.
"Who's stopping you, Grayson?" I whispered.
For the first time, I didn't call him Grayson out of hatred, and he noticed. A smirk curved at the corner of his lips. He sat up, hands moving to his belt buckle, unbuckling it slowly, looking down at me like I was the main attraction in the most intoxicating show. Better than any strip show.
I lay beneath him, tracing my hand from his chest down to his V, relishing the warmth and texture of his skin. He was perfect. A creature of pure sin and allure.
It was strange—how men like him were so irresistible, carved to perfection. And ironic—how women like me, who held our heads
SiennaI lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. It had been a day and a half since he left for his "business trip." He'd called—maybe once, maybe twice. I'd seen him in those meetings, a room full of suited men, laughing, shaking hands. I tried to keep my responses minimal, indifferent, as always. But nothing was working like it used to.If there was anyone I wanted to avoid, it was Grayson. Always had been. Sure, maybe I'd judged him harshly. But for good reason—that's what I'd tell myself. Those charges against him—whatever they were—never made it into the news, and yet, I believed knew enough about him. I'd hated the way he could punch someone into near unconsciousness without a flicker of guilt. The way blood on his hands seemed trivial. And the women—God, the women. Countless, disposable. None ever mattered to him.I could list a hundred reasons I despised him. And yet... he'd started
SiennaHe'd shifted us—again. I'd lost count. And finally, after what felt like half the night passing in a blink, Alexander came. That memory... I couldn't shake it, even as I stood by the window, letting the fresh air brush against me. Nothing could erase how his face contorted, how he let out that soft, ragged breath, how he heaved, pupils dilated, growling, "Fuck, Sienna."And with him coming apart, I'd come apart too.It was... unnerving. He felt too good to be real. Things that beautiful didn't last. I wasn't lucky like Mom and Dad, who had found love, fought for it, and stayed. My biggest fear had always been... never experiencing something that magical. That probably explained why I'd settled for Ryatt—desperate, thinking I'd never find anything better.And now, this—Alex—was magical. But it was terrifying. Fleeting.There was no way I could ever f
SiennaHis words buzzed through the room, his eyes locked on mine as if daring me to object. If only he knew how fast my heart was hammering, he would have never imagined I could resist. I slid my hands around his neck, breathing heavy, melding with his."Who's stopping you, Grayson?" I whispered.For the first time, I didn't call him Grayson out of hatred, and he noticed. A smirk curved at the corner of his lips. He sat up, hands moving to his belt buckle, unbuckling it slowly, looking down at me like I was the main attraction in the most intoxicating show. Better than any strip show.I lay beneath him, tracing my hand from his chest down to his V, relishing the warmth and texture of his skin. He was perfect. A creature of pure sin and allure.It was strange—how men like him were so irresistible, carved to perfection. And ironic—how women like me, who held our heads
SiennaI barely noticed the room around me—his lips were on mine, stealing every breath, every thought. I only knew the door had been kicked open and then my back hit the bed, legs locked around his hips, his body pressing me down as he kissed me like the world was ending.I was drowning in him—his scent, his breath, his taste, his touch. My head was filled with Alex, and judging by the way I was moaning his name, he was going to fill much more of me with something entirely of him. Fuck beating around the bush—he was going to fuck me.Breathless, we broke apart. He sat up, tugging my top open, unhooking my bra with a swift flick and tossing it aside. I reached for his t-shirt, desperate to strip him bare, but he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head as he pushed me back on the bed, under his mercy. Moonlight spilled through the window, catching in
Sienna"Alex, you sure there aren't any..." I swallowed, scanning the trees. The only light came from his phone's flashlight and, of course, that wasn't much. "Deadly animals around here?"He chuckled. "Someone's chickening out, huh? Surprising for someone so mouthy all the time," He glanced at me, unbothered. The deeper we walked, the denser the trees became — it felt almost like another world, though I'd never been to the Amazon."I don't want to get mauled by a tiger or a bear," I shot back. Practical panic sounded worse. I should have just said— I was scared of being alone with him."This isn't a jungle, Sienna." He sounded amused. "It's just acres of land left to grow for decades. The most you'd find are chipmunks, maybe a fox or two — a few snakes, but not venomous.""How can I trust you on that?""Look how you're clutching my arm." He
Sienna"It didn't look this far from there," I whispered as he led me toward the lake. Suddenly the distance seemed immense — strange, because from where we'd stood it had looked only a few steps away, as if the water were coaxing us closer. Wasn't this a weird illusion?"Places like this are confusing, Flower." He laughed softly, steadying me when I nearly slipped on a loose stone. There were too many stones here, jutting like little teeth from the earth."Why so many rocks? I don't get it!" I asked, blinking at them."Wish rocks," he said, taking both my hands to help me over the uneven ground. It would've been easy to fall without him, though I kept pretending I didn't need the help. "There used to be houses here. A tribe lived around the lake before they eventually moved away. They believed the water granted wishes, probably still do no matter wherever they are— so they'd write them d