Page 10 of Dominant Billionaire's Irresistible Possession

Sienna blinked, dumbfounded. “What the hell are you doing?”

Adrian leaned closer, his forearms resting on the dresser, bending forward with deliberate grace. His obsidian eyes locked onto hers through the screen, sharp and impossibly intense.

“Have you thought about my proposal yet, Ms. Donovan?” His voice was low, deep, and dangerous—like a slow-burning fire.

“It’s Mrs. Montgomery now,” she replied stiffly, though her voice wavered. Her throat dried at the sight of him, her body reacting before her mind could fight it. A light tremble traced down her spine.

“And whatever you want from me, it’s not going to happen. I want nothing to do with you,” she snapped, trying to sound cold, distant. “It’s time you stopped trying and stayed out of my life. Just like you have for the past two years.”

Adrian’s dark brows furrowed slightly, but his stare didn’t falter. He looked every bit the man he was, commanding, stubborn, used to getting what he wanted. His sharp eyes narrowed, gaze burning through the screen with raw intensity. His strong, sculpted face was unreadable, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Why don’t you just try it first?" he said lowly, his voice a smooth grumble that sent a shiver down her spine. He stood up straight, his hand dragging slowly from his neck down across his abs, leaving a trail of water in its path.

Her thighs pressed together involuntarily. Her mouth went dry.

She narrowed her eyes. “Are you trying to seduce me right now?”

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he licked his lips and tugged playfully at the towel around his waist. The edge loosened, threatening to fall.

“Do you like it?” he asked, a hint of wickedness in his voice.

Sienna’s heart pounded in her chest. Every inch of him was sculpted like a god—hard muscles, golden skin, and a raw masculinity that made her blood rush. She rolled onto her back, holding the phone above her face, pretending to stay composed.

“It’s alright,” she muttered, shrugging. “Not too attractive. But not bad for passing time.”

But even she could hear the weakness in her voice. She swallowed hard. The hunger, the urge to touch him again, was unbearable. Hiding it was becoming impossible.

Her stomach coiled with heat, and her grip on the phone tightened.

Adrian chuckled, a rich, masculine sound that stirred her gut. He picked up the phone, bringing it closer to his body, then lowered it deliberately to his hard abs before raising it again to his face.

“I’m yours, Sienna,” he said, voice deep, slow. “As long as you want me, I’ll be yours.”

Sienna bit her nail, eyes betraying her restraint as they roamed shamelessly over every inch of the skin she once scratched, kissed, and claimed. Her heart thudded in protest, her mind a mess of temptation and denial. Her heart thudded hot and fast. ‘As much as I want to hate him, he really does have a godly body,’ she thought, her gaze trailing over the skin she’d clawed at so many times in the past.

‘What’s wrong with having a relationship just for sex with him?’ she thought. ‘I don’t have feelings anymore. So what difference would it make?’

Adrian noticed the way her eyes burned into every inch of him, and his lips twitched into a knowing smirk. Then, as if rewarding her gaze, he slowly began to unwrap the towel, revealing more skin. Just as he was about to let it drop completely—

The door flew open.

“Sienna, what are you doing?” Theo's voice cut through the silence.

Sienna jolted upright, nearly throwing the phone in panic. She slammed it face-down on the bed, heart racing.

4 One-way Glass

“N-Nothing!” she said, breathless, trying to gather herself.

Theo walked in, oblivious, dressed in a crisp shirt and tailored trousers, a tie draped casually around his neck. From the looks of it, he hadn’t heard Adrian.

Sienna finally exhaled, her heartbeat slowing slightly.

He looked at her, a playful glint in his eyes. “Do I look handsome?”

Sienna blinked, still trying to recover. “What?”

“This shirt.” He spun around for her. “I’m wearing it to the Montgomery Charity Gala tomorrow. Do I look good? A lot of important people are going to be there, and I don’t want to screw up. And you’re the only one who knows when I look my best. So tell me, do I look like the most handsome man in the world or not?”

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