Just The Start

Sienna

I struggled to open my eyes, a throbbing headache pulsing through my skull as I tossed and turned on the bed. A single thought cut through the haze.

Wait...

Where am I?

I shot upright, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn't my room.

Holy shit. Where the fuck am I?

Panic crawled up my throat—until I noticed the shirt I was wearing. A man's shirt. White. Crisp. Familiar. I lifted the collar to my nose, and the scent hit me—his cologne.

And with it, the memories.

I froze. Images flashed behind my eyes: his mouth on mine, his tongue between my thighs, the way he touched me, held me, consumed me. A shiver raced down my spine as I swore I could still feel his tongue against my pussy, his fingers filling me, his body pinning me down in heat and fire.

I clenched the duvet in my fists, a strangled breath leaving me. Regret coiled inside me, tightening, choking.

God. What did I do?

I can't fucking believe it. I let Alexander Grayson do this to me.

Out of everyone—it had to be him? Why, Sienna? Why?

"This is a mistake," I whispered, voice cracking as I scrambled out of bed. His cologne still clung to me, seeping into my skin, making my pulse race faster. How the hell was I supposed to face him after this?

I hated him.

And yet, I let him... lick me like that. Touch me like that. Fuck, I was so stupid.

My eyes darted around, frantically searching for my clothes. The muffled thump of music bled through the walls—reminding me I was still in the club. This had to be one of the private rooms. Rooms he'd probably used with other women before me.

The door creaked open. I flinched.

Alex stepped inside.

He was fully dressed, navy shirt unbuttoned at the top, black slacks hugging his frame. My breath caught. For the first time, I really saw him.

Alexander Grayson was... beautiful.

Messy dark curls. A straight nose. A sharp jaw. Lips too full, too pink, too sinful. His complexion struck the perfect balance—not too fair, not too dark. He had to be at least six-two, his body built solid, muscles evident even beneath his clothes. Everything about him screamed danger. Devil's face. Devil's hands. Devil's deeds.

God had been unfair making Alexander Grayson this attractive. It would've been easier if he were ugly.

"What are you doing?" His voice slid across the room, smooth, curious, edged with amusement. His hands slipped casually into his pockets as his gaze drifted over me—lingering on my bare thighs.

"Looking for my clothes," I said, forcing steel into my voice, though my heart thrashed like a wild thing.

"I see."

He stepped closer. I stepped back. Again. Again. Until my back met the wall. His arm came up, bracing beside me, caging me in.

He towered effortlessly.

I wasn't short. He was just too tall.

"So," his voice dipped lower, "you were planning on sneaking out before I could catch you?"

His fingers brushed against my cheek, his breath ghosting over my skin.

"Look, Alex..." My voice trembled. "What happened last night—it was a mistake, okay? I was drunk. I was hurt. I needed to forget. You just... happened to be there. It didn't mean anything. Don't make it mean anything. It was just a mistake."

I didn't know what I expected from him. But it wasn't the low chuckle that followed.

He closed the space between us, his body pressing mine against the wall. I tried to shrink away, but there was nowhere to go.

"Too predictable, Flower." His hand caught my jaw, tilting my face up. His eyes burned into mine. "And you think calling it a mistake will make me stop?"

"Listen, Alex—"

"No. You listen to me, Sienna." His voice dropped, darker now. "You're mine. And I'm not walking away just because you want to pretend it meant nothing. Especially not after getting a taste of your cunt."

Heat exploded in my cheeks. My breath came shallow. "W-What do you want?"

A smirk curved his lips, wicked and slow. His eyes flicked down to my mouth before locking back onto mine.

"To ruin you," he murmured. "I want to fuck you every day, every moment I choose. On my desk. On my bed. Over my lap. Anywhere I want. I want your pussy choking on my cock, your mouth wrapped around me. I want you begging, screaming, breaking beneath me. I want to watch you lose yourself when I fuck you, Flower. I want you in ways you can't even imagine."

Holy...

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. Hell, I couldn't even blink. I was locked—lost. And... horny all over again.

Alex had turned me on with nothing but words. He didn't even have to touch me. And yet here I was, wet, aching, desperate.

I tried to fight it, but my gaze still drifted to his lips.

God, I wanted him to kiss me. It was stupid, reckless, dangerous—yet I craved it.

And he knew. Of course he knew. He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine—not quite a kiss—before trailing to my ear. His teeth grazed my skin, making me shiver violently.

"So, Sienna," he murmured, voice like sin itself, "even if you call it a mistake... do you really think you can stop me?"

A shiver tore through me. His touch was hypnotic, his presence stripping me of every restraint I thought I had.

"Do you think you can resist me?" His hands slid down my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. A soft gasp escaped my lips as he pressed me against the wall, my legs wrapping around his hips.

"If yes..." His nose skimmed my neck, slow and deliberate. "Then tell me—how long before you lose it? Because we both know you will."

His voice.

God, his fucking voice. It was intoxicating, dangerous, addictive.

My lips parted—not for words, but because I wanted him to kiss me so badly it hurt. If he didn't, I felt like I'd die.

A smirk curved his mouth. He saw it—the unraveling. He saw me slipping.

"What is it, Sienna?" His whisper was velvet-wrapped steel. "What do you want?"

Bastard. He wanted me to beg.

I swore I wouldn't. But the longer he dragged it out, the weaker my resolve became.

When I didn't answer, he bit down on my bottom lip, grinding his hips against mine. A moan slipped out of me, raw and helpless. My arms tightened around him, holding on like I couldn't let go.

My pussy throbbed with need. I'd never been this desperate. What the hell was wrong with me?

"So you're not going to say it, huh?" His voice dripped with amusement. His hand wrapped around my throat, firm but not cruel. "Let's see how long you can hold back."

And then he kissed me.

His mouth slammed onto mine, and heat exploded in my veins. His tongue slid past my lips, demanding, devouring. I kissed him back just as hungrily, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Tongue for tongue. Bite for bite.

He squeezed my ass, dragging me tighter against his cock, grinding me against the hardness straining his pants. The fabric rubbed my bare pussy, sending electric shocks tearing through me. I was burning alive for him.

He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down my neck, biting, marking, claiming. My shirt—his shirt—hung loose, and he pushed open a few buttons, lowering his mouth to my breast.

A cry escaped me as his lips closed around my nipple. He didn't stop. He teased with his teeth, cruel and delicious, until I writhed against him.

Then his lips crashed back onto mine. I melted into him, just as he hooked his fingers into the fabric like he was about to rip it from me—

A phone rang.

The sharp sound sliced through the haze.

I broke the kiss, gasping for air. Alex groaned, annoyed, his body stiff with frustration.

My eyes darted to the bedside table. My phone.

"It's... my phone," I managed, breathless.

He didn't look like he wanted to let me go. But after a long pause, he set me down, crossed to the bed, and grabbed it. He handed it over, his heated gaze burning into me.

Caller ID: Mom.

Shit.

I'd been gone all night.

"Hello, Mom," I answered, forcing my voice steady.

"Sienna, your father refuses to go to the office until he sees you," she said. "You should come home."

I swallowed, sneaking a glance at Alex. "Yeah, I'll be home as soon as possible."

"Okay, baby. Bye."

As the call ended, I licked my lips, nerves knotting in my stomach. "I should go home."

Alex stepped closer, sliding his arm around my waist. His lips brushed mine—not rough this time, but slow, restrained. A kiss that promised more and once again, I didn't resist it! There was something seriously wrong with me.

"I'll drop you home," he murmured.