Page 40 of Passion and Revenge

There’s something about this moment that is just for us. Something completely removed from my revenge. This doesn’t change the fact that Ivan will be destroyed. This is nothing.

I’ll use Sienna to get rid of this unfounded distraction and the sense of dissatisfaction that is brewing inside me. After which, I’ll be able to concentrate and do what needs to be done and stop feeling like I’m doing every goddamn thing wrong.

“Why did you stop?” Sienna asks as I peel away from her.

Wordlessly, I push her down to the bed, my body following hers as if being pulled by a magnetic force. Leaning over her, supported by my hands on either side of her head, I take a moment to study her.

She’s staring up at me, wide eyed and curious, every single thought in her head shining clear as day from them. Her rosy lips are parted like an unholy demand.

My gaze reluctantly drags away from her mouth and moves to the silver wrapped around her throat. A groan escapes my lips at the sight of it gleaming against her tan throat.

I reach out and slide my thumb across it, from one side of her neck to the other, and I watch her pulse flutter beneath it.

“I hate it.” Her voice comes out in a whisper.

“Hmm,” I reply. “You better get used to it. It’s never coming off.”

“It’ll be the first thing to go once I get out of here,” she promises fiercely.

“And how are you going to do that?”

Her eyes flicker. “I’ll cut it off me.”

My mouth quirks. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Or I’ll have them save your fingers after they put you in an electric chair. I assume it’s your fingerprint that unlocks it, right?”

I chuckle. “How grotesque.”

I wrap my hands around the silver collar, and she sucks in a breath, the teasing light disappearing from her eyes.

My eyes continue their leisurely trail down her body. She’s exquisite, every inch of her. I don’t know what part of her I want my mouth on first. Maybe her heavy breasts, tipped with dark pink nipples that are hard and aching for my mouth, or the treasure between her thighs that I want to push and pound into until I can’t see straight.

When I glance up at her again, she’s gnawing at her lip again.

“I told you not to do that again.” My voice is low, and her eyes flare, a hint of fear in them.

I bite down on that abused lower lip, tugging it free before my mouth descends on one nipple, sucking it in with relish.

“Oh God,” she moans, her fingers trying to find purchase in my too-short hair but failing.

I cover her other breast with my hand, squeezing and then plucking at the stiff nipple. Her back bows off the bed, pushing more of her soft flesh into my greedy mouth.

I bite and suck and nip at one before moving to the other and giving it the same treatment. Soft gasping sounds fall out of her mouth as my tongue laves over her nipple.

“Please, please,” she cries, her long nails digging into my shoulders. I’m sure she’ll draw blood, and it’ll leave bruises afterward. I don’t want to look too closely at why I don’t immediately hate that thought.

My mouth drifts down to her soft belly and then to the mound at the junction of her legs that’s covered with a light dusting of dark hair.

I breathe her in, my head immediately going woozy as all the blood rushes southwards, my cock pressing painfully against the zipper of my slacks.

“Fuck, Sienna,” I growl against the tuft of hair. “I can smell your desire.”

“Oh God,” she pants. I glance up to see that her cheeks have gone red, and her thick lashes are lowered over her eyes. But even with them shielded from my view, I can still feel the lust shining out of them.

I cup her hot pussy, and she jerks, her mouth slacking.

“Tell me to stop, Sienna.” My mouth says one thing, but the rest of me is in complete disagreement. For the first time in my life, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk away if she tells me to stop.

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