"!"
Sienna's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
A thought quickly followed.
Given his eagerness to learn and his recent bout of insecurity, he must have picked up some filthy bedroom talk from somewhere just to enhance her experience.
"Where do you like me to touch you, hmm?"
"Don't... don't talk like that."
"Why? Is there something wrong with taking care of your needs?"
"What... what is wrong with you tonight?"
Tonight.
That word struck a nerve.
His sharp eyes narrowed lazily, exuding a dangerous, predatory aura.
If there was a tonight, there was a last night, the night before, and countless nights before that.
Sienna Quinn...
So, while he was out of his mind, she had taken advantage of his body, refused to let him go home, and now, she had waltzed right into his house, onto his bed, dragging him into her shameless games.
Jorrod's gaze darkened ominously.
He remembered the last time she had abandoned him halfway.
Leaving him in that humiliating state on the bed, his hands bound, completely helpless, not even bothering to cover him with a blanket...
The sheer indignity of that memory burned brightly.
The suffocating rage that had been festering in his chest threatened to explode.
Given his true nature, he should have thrown this woman out of his house immediately.
But right now, she was just inches away. Their breaths mingled, their skin flushed with heat, and an insane, twisted desire began to claw its way up from the dark corners of his mind.
He wanted revenge.
He wanted to make the woman who had humiliated him taste exactly what that helplessness felt like, magnified a hundredfold.
It was only fair.
She wanted him, didn't she?
Then she could just take whatever he gave her.
The veins on the back of his hands bulged as he suddenly grabbed her slender waist, slamming her back into the pillows.
Sienna gasped as his imposing figure completely overwhelmed her.
It happened so fast.


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