Todos los capítulos de Sinful Attraction : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 135

Sienna's POV I had officially reached one conclusion. Aleksandr Morozov was avoiding me. There was no other explanation. I had been living in his mansion for a week, yet I barely saw him after the last encounter during dinner three days ago I might have gone overboard with the seduction that's because I was so horny, I am tired of pretending I don't want him. I have to stay up most nights fantasizing about our first night together or masturbating with the image of only one man in mind. Aleksandr, you have ruined me for any other man so I don't care about your principles, you must claim me as yours, I always get what I want. Keep running while you can, Aleksandr. Mostly he left before sunrise and came home long after I had gone to bed. Every time I thought I'd finally get a chance to corner him, something came up. A meeting. A phone call. An emergency. Or he simply disappeared. Keep running I am very patient when I want something and I would make you mine Alek

Sienna's POV The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the silence. The second... Was that Aleksandr was gone. I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around myself as I looked toward the empty side of the room. For a brief moment, I smiled. Then I remembered everything that had happened the night before. The smile faded. A soft knock came at the door. "Come in." Nadia entered with a breakfast tray. "Good morning, Miss Sienna." "Morning." She placed the tray on the table and smiled warmly before leaving. I stared at the untouched food. For some reason, I wanted Aleksandr to be the first person I saw this morning. Instead... The room felt empty. I found him in his office. He stood by the window with a cup of black coffee in one hand, already dressed in another perfectly tailored black suit. He didn't turn around when I walked in. "You should've knocked." "You left without saying goodbye." Silence. I folded my arms. "Are you just

Sienna's POV When I finally opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the cold. The room smelled of dust and damp wood. My head throbbed where one of the kidnappers had struck me. I blinked a few times before realizing my hands weren't tied. Strange. The room was old, with cracked concrete walls and a single window covered by rusted metal bars. A mattress lay in one corner, along with a bottle of water and a plate of untouched food. I let out a quiet sigh. "Could've at least picked a nicer place." The door opened. A tall man with a scar running across his cheek walked in. "So you're awake." "I figured that out myself." He frowned. "Aren't you afraid?" I shrugged. "Should I be?" He stared at me as if I had lost my mind. "You've been kidnapped." "I noticed." "And you're making jokes?" "What else am I supposed to do? Cry?" He looked genuinely confused. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. He folded his arms. "You know who we are?"