Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 417

However, she never got to finish her sentence.

Jarred suddenly clamped his hand around her jaw, forcefully jerking her face toward him.

His cool, thin lips crashed precisely against hers.

It was not a tender kiss. It was an explosive, near-savage assault fueled by entirely too much pent-up emotion.

He plundered her mouth with an utterly unreasonable, suffocating dominance, kissing her with brutal force.

It made her head spin, his teeth scraping so hard against her lips they nearly drew blood.

Sienna's eyes flew wide open. She shoved her hands frantically against his shoulders, but it was like pushing a brick wall.

Balling her hands into tight fists, she pummeled his chest, muffled, indignant protests tearing from her throat.

Her wide, blazing eyes were overflowing with pure fury.

Thankfully, the assault didn't last forever.

Jarred finally pulled back. His breathing was ragged, his dark gaze swirling with unfathomable intensity.

“Darling.”

He narrowed his obsidian eyes, the volatile sparks within practically ready to explode.

His large hand maintained its vise grip on her jaw while his other arm banded around her waist, crushing her flush against him.

“I don't like it when you speak to me like that.”

Sienna's heart was hammering erratically against her ribs. Her breathing was a mess, and her swollen lips still bore the brand of his assault.

She stared back at him, finding the entire situation absolutely absurd, almost laughable.

“If you don't like it, then don't listen,” she hissed, her voice slightly raspy. “Just get the hell away from me.”

Jarred stared down at the beautiful face caged in his grip, his gaze tracing the swollen flush of her lips.

He noted the fading red tint at the corners of her eyes, and the impenetrable, freezing glacier settled deep within her irises—a frost he simply couldn't melt.

That realization made the dark, chaotic inferno in his chest burn even fiercer.

“I go out of my way for you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with suffocating restraint. “And this is the dismissive garbage you give me?”

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