Page 5 of Dominant Billionaire's Irresistible Possession

The thin dress covering her did nothing to hide her body—if anything, it made her look even more delicate, like something he wanted to rip open with his bare hands. But he held back, barely. That restraint was costing him everything.

His gaze met hers, calm on the surface but burning underneath. "I missed you."

Sienna’s brows furrowed in shock. Of all the things he could’ve said, this was the last she ever expected to hear fromtheAdrian Vaughn.

But she wasn’t the naïve fool she once was. Not anymore. She didn’t believe him—not for a second.

"Get out," she said coldly.

But instead, he stepped forward. His hand reached for her waist, his body leaning in for a kiss.

She slapped his chest—hard—forcing him to stumble back. Her jaw tightened with fury.

"Adrian Vaughn," she said in a deadly calm voice, a scoff escaping her lips. "What are you doing? Wasn’t I just a bed partner to you? So how can you miss someone like me?"

Adrian’s fists clenched at her words.

The moment she called herself a ‘bed partner’, something inside him twisted violently. The title sounded like poison coming from her lips. He hated it.

Still, he responded, firm and direct.

"I want you to come back to me."

“What the fuck? I’m married!” Sienna’s voice cut through the air. “Have you completely lost your mind?”

"Divorce him."

Sienna burst out laughing. The sound was bitter, full of disbelief. She placed a hand on the wall, leaning back against it as her eyes met his again.

“You’re insane,” she said, shaking her head. “What do you even think of yourself? That I’ll just throw away my marriage becauseyoumiss me? Who do you think you are?”

Adrian’s fingers twitched. He wasn’t used to this space between them.

They had spent five years together. For five years, they had been inseparable. Five years of constant touch, stolen kisses, shared nights. And now, standing so close to her yet feeling this far—it was torture.

“Sienna,” his voice dropped, low and husky as he slid a hand into his pocket and stepped closer, his gaze locking onto hers, filled with desperation. “Come back to me. Let’s be together again. Like before.”

“I said no.” Sienna looked at him like he was mad. “I’m married. To Theo Montgomery. You know that, don’t you? I won’t do anything that disrespects my husband. I will never leave him for anyone, especially not someone like you.”

The moment she said Theo’s name—called him husband—Adrian’s expression darkened.

His eyes, once stormy with frustration, turned cold and hard like stone. The muscle in his jaw flexed.

Then came a low scoff.

Without saying a word, he reached into the pocket of his tailored suit and pulled out his phone. His movements were calm—calm in the way only a man used to control could be.

"Husband?" His deep voice carried a dangerous edge, rough with sarcasm. He turned the screen toward her.

A photo. Theo. Kissing another woman—hand tangled in her hair, lips too familiar.

Sienna’s blood ran cold. Her breath caught. Her face lost all color.

For a split second, everything stopped.

And then her hand shot out, a reflexive move driven by panic and disbelief, but Adrian was faster. He pulled the phone out of reach, lifting it high above her head. She lunged again and stumbled, crashing into his chest.

His arm snapped around her waist instinctively, holding her there. His body was tense, muscles taut beneath the fabric of his shirt, heart hammering in sync with hers. He didn’t let go. His hand pressed into her back, searing hot through the dress.

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