MasukSienna"You're going to pay for this mistake for the rest of your life, Flower."Those were his last words before I left. Whispered against my ear as his hands gripped my hips and pulled me flush against him. And ever since then—those words lingered.They didn't fade. They didn't dull. They haunted me still. just as deeply as they had the moment he said them.No matter how hard I tried, Alexander Grayson had carved himself into me. Even when I breathed, I could almost taste his cologne in the air. When I closed my eyes, I wanted to wake up startled—his touch still ghosting across my skin. And when I slept, he followed me into my dreams.I couldn't tell when that man had gotten so deep under my skin, but purging him out seemed impossible.Was there something wrong with me? Maybe.There had to be. Or else, why would I be so deep into a man I have spent most of my trying to hate? "Princess, your dad and I have planned something," Mom said, her fingers clicking over the gaming controlle
SiennaThe second Alex's mouth found my pussy, a wave of sensation washed over me, and I surrendered to it. Completely.His tongue explored, a deep, insistent pressure that stole my breath.His hands landed on my hips, holding me steady to him as the pleasure intensified, the sounds of his tongue exploring my hole filling the space around us. I clung to him, a whimper escaping my lips, my body trembling on the precipice. "Alex..." I gasped, my vision blurring at the edges.I gripped onto his hair tight, holding onto for dear life as his tongue continued a relentless wicked assault, that threatened to unravel me. Completely. Utterly. As his.God! The things he did to me...he did them just fucking right."Oh my," I gasped, my head falling back, my back aching against the unforgiving edge of the cold desk.The world titled—my legs trembled with a building anticipation. My moans echoing the office.God! I was so gone that I didn't even care if the people outside could hear us.Maybe they
SiennaI was a moth drawn to his flame—and I was about to burn in the most exquisite way imaginable.Alex was the fire. The center of every filthy, forbidden, and relentless desire I'd ever tried to bury. He was there standing behind me—ready to break everything I'd ever tried to keep together.Even as he paused, his hand still resting on my butt cheek, the heat of his touch seeped into my skin like a slow brand. The silence that followed was heavy, alive—thick with tension and unspoken hunger. I could feel his gaze on me, tracing every inch, weighing, claiming. And it burned—God, it burned—until I trembled from the inside out."Look at you," he murmured, voice low and rough enough to send a shiver through me. "Soaking the desk, Flower. All this... for a mistake?"The dark amusement in his tone coiled around me, and when his hand came down again, a sharp slap against my butt, soon it melted into something dangerously sweet as he soothed over the bare spot with a gentle touch of his pa
Sienna"I believe a few days of absence made you forget what I said before, huh?"He stepped closer, and I found myself gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles white, breath quickening, heart hammering in my chest.I wasn't exactly in a safe spot right now.On his desk. In his office. With him standing right between my legs.And worse? He was mad. Utterly, terrifyingly mad.So what else was I supposed to do except run?And stupidly—that's exactly what I tried. But before my feet even touched the ground, he caught me like I weighed nothing, lifting me effortlessly and placing me back on the desk. Right where I'd been. Trapped. Caged under his control, under his dominance."Whatever happened that night was a mistake, huh?" he murmured, voice low, almost amused. His hands settled on my hips—and tightened.I couldn't move. I didn't know whether I physically couldn't... or if I didn't dare to. Because those eyes—God, those eyes—burned with something feral. And I had a gut feeling that if I
Sienna"I hate this," I muttered as I walked into that massive, stupid building. And by "massive," I didn't just mean impressive—I meant palace-level overkill. I'd always mocked Dad for showing off in his office, but this? This was ridiculous. Computers and paperwork didn't require chandeliers and marble floors. What the hell is this place?Grayson Industries—or rather, Alexander Grayson, the man under whose command every employee moved, spoke, and breathed like a puppet—had clearly spared no expense. Media called him a billionaire. Media lied. He wasn't just rich; he owned opulence, wielding it like a weapon. One snap of his fingers, and he could buy loyalty—or fear.After giving my name as an "employee" from Adriano Corporation, I was led to his office. Jackpot: his secretary was at her desk. Perfect. I could drop off the file and vanish before even glimpsing the devil in his domain.&nbs
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







