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“Fuck! Fuck! You’re too big; it hurts.”

She was probably sore from last night, but I didn’t fucking care. A little bit of pain was what she deserved for playing with my feelings.

“You can take it, Sienna. Now move and show me how much you want my cock.”

Sienna held the sofa tighter until her knuckles turned white and then pushed her ass back and forth, back and forth. But it was too slow for my liking. After all, I had promised her rough. I grabbed her by the hips and began to slam into her like a possessed man.

“Look.” Thrust. “What.” Thrust. “You’ve.” Thrust. “Done.” Thrust. “To.” Thrust. “Me.” Thrust.

She was so tight that it didn’t matter that I had masturbated in the shower that morning, thinking about her mouth wrapped around my dick.

She tried to cover her moans with a hand over her mouth, so I grabbed her again by the throat and choked her. I could feel her pulse under my fingers. When her breathing got shallow, I moved one of my hands to circle her clit.

“Come for me. Show me how much you enjoy it when I fuck you like my little whore.”

The moment I released her neck and the blood ran back to her head, I pinched her clit and slapped her ass. Her climax hit her so hard that her screams and the way she clenched around my cock tipped me over the edge.

“Fuck,” I cried as I released myself inside her, filling her up to the brim.

The moment she dropped her head to the backrest, I pulled out, put my dick inside my clothes, and took the blanket from the floor. When she stood, I threw it at her.

I was still mad—at her and at myself for being so weak. She was playing with the three of us, but I had fallen for her so hard that I couldn’t deny her—to possess her.

Snagging the blanket in midair, she furrowed her brows.

“What are you doing?” Sienna asked.

The mental picture of them in bed flooded my thoughts once more. I couldn’t allow her to have this hold on me because in every scenario that infested my mind, she ended up picking Zayn or Noah but never me. I knew that one way or another, she would be the end of our friendship. And I would never allow that to happen. She left once. She could do it again, but my heart wouldn’t survive this time. Especially not now, after I just had a taste of her.

I started pacing toward the bedroom door when she pleaded, “Don’t do this, please. Don’t do this to us.”

I held the door open and looked at her naked body one last time.

“There never was an us.”

Chapter 34. I NEED YOU

(Sienna)

It’d been four days.

Four never-ending days since Ander and I had sex.

He’d been avoiding me, and all my efforts to reach out had been unsuccessful. The distance between us was growing to the point that it was agonizing. I feared that we had crossed a point of no return.

There never was an us.

Those words kept repeating in my head like a broken record.

I thought that, finally, we were facing the feelings we had been dancing around for the past few months, but I guessed I was wrong. He was angry with me for sleeping with Noah and Zayn, and every inch of my body felt the depth of his possessiveness with each thrust. My pussy was sore the following two days after having my first threesome and then being fucked by Ander the following morning. Even my ass still looked red from all that spanking. And I loved it. But when he uttered those words, my heart shattered into a million pieces.

For the past three days, I stayed in Zayn’s room with him and Noah, but we’d limited our interactions to kissing and cuddling. I was in a sour mood, and Ander’s silence drove me crazy. I believed they noticed the change between us although they hadn’t asked me why I’d kept it to myself. I didn’t know what Ander had told them, but based on the way they didn’t want to address the elephant in the room, I bet he hadn’t said a word.

It was three o’clock, and today was the “Venetian Summer Night” New Year’s Eve party. Chaos flooded the house since eight o’clock this morning as men and women scurried about, arranging furniture, flowers, lights, and candles. Claudia hired a makeup artist and a hairstylist for Maggie and me. It was a lovely gesture, and although I liked doing my own hair and makeup, it was nice to feel like we were getting ready for a red carpet event.

“You’ve been very quiet. Is everything alright?” Maggie asked before taking a sip of her latte. Her head was overloaded with curlers, and her makeup was already done.

“It’s nothing. You don’t need to worry.”

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