Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 418

Jarred stared into Sienna's eyes, desperately searching for even a fragment of the affection he used to know.

But there was nothing there—only a bottomless, terrifyingly vast ocean of calm.

Refusing to waste another word, he simply hauled her hard against his chest, wrapping her in a crushing embrace.

His hold was violently possessive, yet laced with a pathetic, near-begging terror of losing her.

“Jarred!” Sienna thrashed violently against him. “Let go of me!”

No matter how hard she fought, the man's arms were built like steel cables, caging her in with zero room for escape.

He dipped his head slightly, resting his heavy jaw against the curve of her shoulder.

“Once the investigation into Mrs. Bridges's death is completely wrapped up, I will send her away immediately. Stop saying those things just to piss me off.”

His voice shed its lethal edge, taking on the raspy exhaustion of a man who had pushed himself to the brink of insanity.

“Darling, you know I hate hearing it.”

Did he seriously think that was why she was mad at him?

Sienna couldn't suppress a cold, scoffing laugh.

“I'm not just going to say it. I'm going to say it every single day,” she gritted out, her voice a frozen blade. “If you don't want to hear it, let me go this instant!”

“Promise you won't purposefully anger me anymore, and I'll let you go.”

His large hand began stroking her hair with unsettling gentleness, his tone shifting into what he clearly viewed as a magnanimous compromise.

Not a shred of compliance crossed Sienna's eyes. “Get the hell away from me!”

The towering dam holding back Jarred's emotions completely shattered, sweeping away whatever shreds of sanity he had left.

He dove down, kissing her violently once more.

This time, there was no slow buildup or calculated persuasion.

He dominated her mouth with overwhelming force, unleashing a torrential downpour of scorching heat and frantic passion.

It was as if he believed that if he just pushed hard enough, he could reignite the very things he desperately wanted to see inside her.

A massive hand clamped around the back of her head as his tongue aggressively parted her lips, saturated with unquestionable, absolute possessiveness.

Sienna's entire body went rigid.

The absolute fury in her chest went nuclear. Curling her hands into tight fists, she rained brutal blows down on his broad shoulders and hard chest.

When hitting him didn't work, she started kicking wildly.

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