All Chapters of Dirty and Sinful Collection (erotica) : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

4Sienna’s POVI ignore him.Or at least, I try to.I don’t acknowledge his presence as he trails a few steps behind me, just far enough to make it infuriatingly clear that he isn’t going to chase me.It’s been two days since that night in my penthouse. Two days of silence. Two days of pretending like he didn’t leave me on my knees, wrecked and unsatisfied, while he walked away completely in control.I should be over it.But I can still feel the humiliation curling deep in my stomach like a constant burn that refuses to fade.Which is why I refuse to look at him now.Tonight’s charity gala is packed, the ballroom shimmering with chandeliers and the overwhelming scent of money. I move through the crowd effortlessly, offering smiles, shaking hands, laughing at jokes that aren’t funny.Damian keeps his distance, just watching and waiting.As if he wants to see if I’ll break first.I won’t. I won’t give him the satisfaction.Even when I can feel his gaze burning into my skin.Even when my

6Sienna’s POV. I can’t think. I can’t focus. I can’t fucking breathe.Damian is ignoring me.Not in the obvious way, not in a way anyone else would notice, but I feel it. I feel it in every inch of my body, in the way my skin is too tight, my pulse too sharp, my breath too shallow. He’s close, but not close enough. Watching, but not touching. Standing there, cold and unaffected, while I sit behind my desk pretending I don’t care.I hate him. I hate him for what he’s done to me, for how he’s ruined me. I should be above this. I’m Sienna Laurent, for fuck’s sake. I don’t need a man. I don’t beg for attention. And yet, here I am, shifting in my seat, my thighs pressed together because I’m so fucking restless I could scream.And he knows.I see it in the way he stands against the far wall, arms crossed over that impossibly broad chest, his expression unreadable. He’s toying with me. Testing me. I should ignore him the way he’s ignoring me, but I can’t.So I push.I lean back in my chair

8Damian’s POV She still thinks she can fight me.I see it in the way she squares her shoulders, her chin tilted high, that sharp defiance flashing in her dark eyes. Like she hasn’t spent the last few weeks falling apart every time I touch her.Like she hasn’t already given herself to me, over and over again.I let her pretend.Because I know the truth. Sienna Laurent is mine. She just doesn’t want to say it yet.So I’ll make her.She’s pacing the length of her penthouse, her heels clicking against the marble, every movement sharp and bristling.“I think I’ve let this go on long enough,” she announces, like she’s delivering some executive order. Like she has control over this.I watch her, arms crossed, silent.She turns to face me, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll admit, you were a good distraction. But I don’t need you.”Liar.I say nothing.Her nostrils flare, like my silence is more infuriating than if I’d called her out on the bullshit. “You can stop looking at me like

2Sienna’s POVI woke up to the scent of him. It was everywhere. On the sheets tangled around my legs, on my skin, still lingering in the air. My body ached in ways I’d never felt before.Nathaniel Holt had wrecked me. And I wanted more.Rolling onto my back, I stretched, my body still humming from the night before. My nipples were hard against the sheets, my thighs sticky with moist the proof of what we had done. I let my fingers trail down my stomach, brushing over the bruises he’d left on my hips, before dipping lower—The bedroom door swung open, and I jolted upright, yanking the sheets up to cover myself. Nathaniel stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, wearing nothing but low-slung sweatpants that did nothing to hide the thick outline beneath them.His gaze swept over me. “Get up.”I blinked. “What?”“I said get up.” His tone was sharp,I couldn’t even argue. “Shower. Get dressed. And come downstairs.”For a moment, I just stared at him. The man who had spent th

4Isla’s POVThe restaurant was dimly lit, all warm candlelight and hushed murmurs of conversation. The air smelled of expensive wine and sizzling steak, a backdrop of elegance that should have kept my mind occupied. But it didn’t. Because all I could think about was the woman sitting beside me.Isla.She was wearing a deep red dress that clung to her curves, teasing the eye with the barest hint of cleavage and the soft slope of her thighs. I should have made her change before we left. Should have told her that the dress was too much, that the way it drew every male gaze in the damn place was unacceptable. Just like yesterday.But that would have been admitting that she got to me. And I wasn’t ready to give her that satisfaction.“Are you going to keep brooding all night?” Isla’s voice was low, laced with amusement. She picked up her glass of wine, taking a slow sip, the movement far too calculated, far too tempting.I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. “Keep pushing me, swe