Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 135

Jarred raised an eyebrow playfully. "Fine by me."

Sienna took a deep breath, forcing down the fiery rage consuming her.

She knew this wasn't the time to explode. Screaming at him in front of the police would only make things uglier.

"Fine," she nodded, her voice stiff.

After outlining a few formalities, the officers left the room alongside Declan.

The instant the door clicked shut, the temperature in the room plummeted.

Sienna's face turned icy as she shot a glacial glare at the man on the couch. "Jarred, what the hell are you trying to do?"

Before she could even finish, the man who had been lounging on the sofa suddenly sprang up, moving faster than she could react.

Wrapped in his crisp, familiar scent, he leaned in and cornered her.

His warm chest radiated an undeniable, aggressive dominance as he pressed straight against her.

With her injured leg, Sienna could barely stand on her crutches to begin with.

Under his sudden advance, she completely lost her balance and fell heavily back onto the hospital bed.

Before she could get up, Jarred smoothly leaned over, planting one hand beside her and firmly trapping her between his body and the mattress.

He looked down at her flushed cheeks and furious eyes, his seductive breath ghosting over her ear.

"What ulterior motive could I possibly have? I'm just worried you'll have my child in secret."

His lips were practically pressed against her ear, his breath grazing the delicate skin behind it.

Sienna took a sharp breath, her eyes flashing red for a split second before she violently forced it down.

She turned her head, dodging his breath. "The mere thought of what we went through makes me sick. Where do you get the confidence to think I'd be willing to have your baby?"

With that, she pushed against the edge of the bed to stand up.

But the moment she moved her wrist, the grip around her waist suddenly tightened.

Instead of letting go, Jarred pressed her down even further.

He had her locked firmly beneath him, like an inescapable net.

"Get the hell out!"

Pushed to her absolute limit, she raised her hand to slap him.

The hand that had been resting on the edge of the bed casually caught her wrist mid-air.

Instead of getting angry, Jarred let out a low, rumbling chuckle.

His long, distinctly jointed fingers wrapped perfectly around the narrowest part of her wrist, rubbing it tenderly.

His large, warm hand trailed slowly down her waist. With an undeniable force, his palm came to rest against the softest part of her side.

A gentle press was all it took to send a violent shudder through her entire body.

Sienna's body tensed up completely beyond her control.

Her reaction seemed to delight him immensely, making him press his advantage even more aggressively.