Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 25

Sienna stared at him, openly amused. "What? Did I strike a nerve?"

"You never know when to shut your mouth!" Jarred was visibly fighting back his temper. "You could twist black into white if you wanted to."

Sienna dropped the smirk. "Black or white, it doesn't matter. What matters is that in less than half a month, our contract expires.

Whether you want to or not, you're signing those papers, and I will finally be free of you."

With that, she tried to yank her hand back, but his grip only tightened into an iron vice.

"Free?"

Jarred reacted as if the word had physically burned him. His anger morphed into a terrifyingly dark chuckle, his eyes swirling with an intensity she couldn't decipher. "You're begging to be taught a lesson!"

Before she could process the threat, he leaned down and scooped her into his arms!

"Jarred! Put me down!"

Sienna screamed, but she was trapped securely against his chest as he closed the distance to the bed in three long strides, crashing down onto the mattress with her.

His heavy frame covered hers, enveloping her in his scorching heat.

His lips descended with purely punitive intent, effectively swallowing every word of protest she had left.

Sienna's mind instantly flashed with the image of him pressing intimately against Celeste just moments ago.

The thought that his mouth had likely been on another woman sent her stomach into a violent churn, nausea creeping up the back of her throat.

"Mmph... Get... off!"

She thrashed wildly beneath him, shoving her hands desperately against the solid wall of his chest.

In one swift motion, Jarred grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them above her head, his free hand expertly sliding beneath the hem of her shirt.

The rough, calloused pads of his fingers traced the soft skin of her waist, trailing downward.

"Jarred... don't you dare!"

Mortified and furious, Sienna drew her knee up to kick him, but he easily suppressed her movement with his own leg.

His burning lips traced the line of her jaw, trailing down the column of her neck, leaving damp, scorching heat in their wake.

His wandering hand grew increasingly brazen, sparking an undeniable, panic-inducing rhythm that plucked at her most sensitive nerves.

She would have seriously doubted if the man who had just pinned her to the bed and aggressively seduced her had been nothing but a hallucination.

Before she could utter a single syllable, Jarred yanked her forcefully off the bed, his voice devoid of any warmth. "You're coming to the hospital with me."

Sienna froze. Had Jarred found out about Owen's admission?

She cautiously probed, "Why are we going to the hospital?"

Jarred looked down at her, his eyes even darker and more menacing than before. "Because you slapped Celeste twice in the restaurant. She's at the hospital now, and the doctor says she might have a concussion."

Sienna could hardly believe her ears. "What?"

"I said," Jarred articulated slowly, each syllable sharp as shattered glass. "You assaulted Celeste. Now, you are going to march into that hospital, look her in the eye, apologize, and beg for her forgiveness."

As he spoke, he methodically fastened his cuffs, striding over to grab her arm and dragging her toward the door.

A blinding fury erupted in Sienna's brain.

She violently ripped her arm from his grasp. "Are you out of your mind, Jarred? There is absolutely zero chance I'm apologizing. The only regret I have is not hitting her harder. If I go to that hospital, I'll finish the job!"