LOGINSienna
It took me a while to relax—for my shaky legs to behave, for my heart to stop hammering like a relentless drum. Yet that infuriating smirk on Alex's face never faded, even as he watched me slowly settle. This game? He was savoring it. Of course he was—he'd held the upper hand from the very start.
I wasn't inexperienced. I'd had sex more times than I could count. But nothing—nothing—had ever come close to the way he could unravel me with just his fingers. Silver rings and all.
He was clean. Too pristine, almost unholy in a way. His face screamed sanctity, yet the thoughts he stirred in me were anything but holy. Fuck—I was spiraling again.
"So... do you like it?" he broke the silence, sipping his cappuccino slowly, deliberately. A sick, selfish part of me wanted to taste it—from his lips.
"Like what?"
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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
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







