I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 105

"Sienna Quinn! Let me out of these!"

The man's voice roared with raw fury, his eyes burning with residual shock and profound humiliation.

Sienna saw it.

She assumed he was just fully committing to the bit and offered him a soft smile.

But to Jorrod, that bright, airy smile was a blatant provocation.

Her cheeks were flushed from the heavy drinking. She wore a loose bathrobe, her long, bare legs completely exposed. Barefoot, she stepped softly across the plush carpet toward the bed.

"Untie me." It was a command.

Jorrod glared at her, his entire face darkened with absolute rage.

"You're a really good actor," Sienna marveled. She casually knelt on the mattress, positioning herself directly over the man's body.

And straddled him.

"Ugh..."

Jorrod threw his head back against the mattress, his eyes slamming shut as an uncontrollable groan ripped through his gritted teeth.

To make matters worse, the woman riding him gave his narrow waist a firm pinch. "Don't moan so dirty," she scolded playfully.

"..."

Jorrod's mind went completely blank, the word *absurd* flashing like neon lights in his brain.

Did she have a death wish?

"Are you out of your mind?! Let me go!" he roared.

Jorrod's eyes were bloodshot. The blood rushed to his head, and his burning ears felt like they were on fire.

It wasn't lust.

It was pure, unadulterated absurdity.

Mixed with absolute shock.

And the burning humiliation of being so utterly violated.

Sienna was incredibly drunk, which was the only reason she had agreed to this in the first place.

Now, fueled by several extra shots, she simply squinted and giggled at his explosive anger.

She even reached out, cupping his cheeks and squishing his face.

"No way. Who told you to sue me, you petty jerk? I only bit you once, and you had to be so spiteful. I'm going to keep you tied up."

The fire in Jorrod's chest burned hotter, suffocating him.

He had no idea what was going on, but one thing was undeniably clear.

He was being violated.

Completely stripped of his dignity.

Jorrod had assumed Sienna was just a drunk woman tying him up to vent her anger.

But what happened next completely obliterated every expectation he had.

A roar of fury ripped from his throat the moment she unbuckled his pants.

"Sienna Quinn! Do you have a death wish?!"

His mind practically exploded.

The veins in his forehead throbbed violently.

But what infuriated Jorrod far more than the indignity of the situation...

Was the horrifying realization that his body was actually responding to it.

"Yes, yes, yes, I have a death wish. Then kill me," Sienna ignored him entirely, deliberately shifting her weight against him.

Listening to the strained, ragged sound escaping the man's throat, she rested her palm flat against his stomach. Mimicking the intimacy they had shared before, she adjusted her leg.

And moved lower.

Realizing exactly what she was about to do, his pupils contracted to pinpricks. "Don't you dare!!"

Oh, she dared.

To her, right now, Jorrod Vaughn was nothing but a harmless kitten masquerading as a paper tiger.