Page 75 of Deadly Secrets

“My father always has ulterior motives, Sienna. Trust me.”

My eyes followed the stack of books and movies lining one of his walls. I recognized some of them from the countless hours I spent at Scott’s residence as a child. One piqued my curiosity, so I picked up the DVD from one of the shelves—Mean Girls.

“You were obsessed with that movie. I still remember how you wouldn’t stop using the sentence ‘that’s so fetch’ for a full month. You bugged me all the time.”

I burst out laughing.

“That’s why you liked calling me bug.” I sighed. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“I remember everything, bug.”

“Do you remember what you said in those letters you wrote to me?” I asked.

“Sienna…” He stood behind me while my fingers traced the DVD cover in an attempt to avoid looking at him.

“I want to know, please,” I insisted. I needed to know.

He sighed.

“I would write about my days here, in Rye. About how much I fucking missed you. About the last time I saw you.”

The day we kissed.

I turned to face him. He was looking down at me. His eyes were full of something—sadness…maybe regret.

“If you’d known that we wouldn’t see each other again for six years, would you have made a different choice that day?” My dad used to say that you shouldn’t ask questions if the truth was too hard to handle, and I was terrified of hearing something that would break my heart all over again. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that question out loud.

“Yes.”

I could hear my heart shattering into pieces. Sensing my discomfort, Ander lifted his hand, held my face gently, and said, “If I could go back, I wouldn’t let you get on that bus.”

Ander’s mouth was suddenly on mine. This time, his kiss was not gentle like the other day at his apartment. He shoved me into the bookshelves, and I let out a sharp hiss as pain shot through my spine from the force with which he slammed me against it. I was too turned on to care. I dropped the DVD with the impact. I grabbed his T-shirt with my hands, pulling him as close to me as possible while both of his hands grabbed my face. Every corner of my skin burned with need. And I needed him. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, to feel his body on mine.

I could feel his erection pressed against my lower stomach, and my body instinctively began to move, searching for any form of friction or relief from the deep ache I felt within me.

“Fuck, Sienna. You drive me crazy,” he said between kisses.

“I hope it is a good kind of crazy.”

Ander lifted me and guided me to circle my legs around his waist. His hands pressed my body against his, his hard length rubbing against the thin fabric of my leggings and thong. I locked my ankles behind him to push him closer, and Ander made a deep, growling sound that mirrored the moan that escaped my lips. One of his hands traveled underneath my sweater until his fingers pinched my nipple.

“Oh my God,” I cried out. My head fell back, and I arched my back when he deliberately did it again. My underwear was soaked, and he had barely touched me.

Ander moved us toward his bed and laid me on my back as he climbed on top of me. We stayed in the same position, but he lifted my sweater and the top I wore until he could access my red bra. He pushed it down, not caring about unclasping it, and brought his mouth to one of my breasts. The heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue…he licked my nipple and sucked it in such a delicious way that my body began to tremble. He moved to my other breast, but this time, his right hand moved inside my leggings until he pushed his middle finger between my folds.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he sucked my other nipple again. “You’re soaked, Sienna.”

“Please,” I begged as I ran my fingers through his soft hair.

“Tell me what you want, love.”

“I want you, Ander. I need you inside me.”

Someone suddenly knocked on the door three times. Ander quickly removed his hand from my throbbing pussy and covered my chest with my sweater. He was clearly concerned that someone could burst into the room and find me half naked.

On the contrary, I was furious.

“Ander, your butler said this is your room. Sorry to bother you, but have you seen Sienna? She’s not in her room.”

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