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“You will, Princess. Just you wait.”

A phone chimes, breaking the moment between us. Sienna turns toward the nightstand and grabs her cell. I watch as her expression turns somber while she reads the text.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, concern evident in my tone.

“I have to appear in court for Tony Bertelli’s sentencing in four weeks.”

Something unspoken stretches between us. Sienna was brought here for protection, to hide from her dangerous client. And now she has to come face to face with the man who wants her dead.

“I’ll be with you. It’s my job to protect you, remember?” I try to calm the fear that’s forming on her face. When I place my hand over hers, her shoulders relax, but only marginally as she lets out a breath.

“And I’m not just a job to you?”

“I already told you. What I feel is innate. Don’t ask me to explain it because I can’t. It just is.”

“Don’t have a lot of options, do I?”

“Of course, you do. You can say no. I don’t take what isn’t freely given to me. But I’ll still do my job and protect you. I gave Venom my word.”

She nervously fidgets her fingers.

“You’re scared.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

That fucking mouth…

“No, you’re scared of this.” I motion between us. “That’s why your mouth flies off at the handle with so much sass. You push people away.”

She appears offended and I know she’s about to get defensive. “Hey, I don’t?—“

“Stop right there, Princess, while the going is good. Let’s table this conversation for another day. I just want you to think about it before you try to run me off with that mouth of yours.”

“Maybe don’t let me run you off, then,” she mutters, but I hear her clearly. And I accept her challenge. “So I guess you’re not going away anytime soon?”

I grin before pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “No, baby, I’m definitely not going away anytime soon.”

10

SIENNA

Throttle kisses the side of my head, stirring me awake. He’s already dressed, his hair rustled from our tumble in the sheets a few minutes ago. My body is positively spent, dull tingles still whispering on my skin. He smiles at me, a slight feral look in his gaze. If he wants to go another round, he’ll have to get himself off—I don’t think I can handle much more.

He brushes a few stray strands off my forehead. “Damn. If you keep looking this good, I might just climb back into bed.”

“I hope you mean to sleep because I can’t go again.”

“Not true. I could coax one more orgasm out of you.” He’s killing me with that devilish grin of his, and my body grows hot under his stare.

“Don’t even try it,” I protest weakly.

Throttle leans down, slipping his hand beneath the covers to cup my bare pussy. I gasp when his fingers slip inside to find me still wet. “Fuck, I wanna taste you again,” he purrs into my skin.

“Throttle…” I moan, biting my lower lip. He presses his mouth to mine, sliding his tongue inside while his fingers tease my pussy.

“I know what you need,” he groans, pulling back and resting his forehead against mine. “But I gotta go. “

He circles his thumb over my clit, rubbing it gently until I can feel my orgasm rising to the surface. Just before it crests and I’m about to explode, he removes his hand and pecks me on the nose with a wicked grin.

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