Page 26 of Dominant Billionaire's Irresistible Possession

“Now I know how you felt. When all those times I didn’t show up for you when we were together.”

Sienna's eyes flickered, pain flashing through them like lightning. A raw wound reopening at the memory—being left waiting, feeling forgotten—crushed her chest all over again. Her lips parted, trembling.

“I didn’t—” she began, but then exhaled shakily and steadied herself. “I know it looked like that, but I wasn’t trying to get revenge, Adrian. I had something important to handle last night. That’s why I couldn’t come.”

The truth was, she hadn’t fully made up her mind about seeing him. She’d still been debating whether to go when Theo whisked her away. So it wasn’t entirely a lie. Her absence hadn’t been out of spite.

But Adrian wasn’t listening to the details.

He pulled her face closer to his, their foreheads almost touching, his intense, dark gaze locked on hers. His voice dropped lower, more dangerous.

“What about right now?” he asked.

“What?” she whispered, her breath catching.

“Let’s finish what we couldn’t last night. Right now.”

***

Sienna stepped into the Vaughn estate, her heels clicking against the marble floor. The place was frozen in time, the same beauty, the same air of power. But she barely had a moment to absorb it.

Adrian didn’t let her linger.

His large hand wrapped tightly around hers, dragging her along with him like a man on a mission. His grip was firm, almost desperate. They ascended the grand staircase, his broad shoulders tense, back straight, his movements fierce and sure. He pushed open the bedroom door.

The moment they entered the bedroom, she froze. It was untouched. Exactly the same.

The same bedding. The same sleek furniture. Even the scent—it smelled like him. Strong, masculine, intoxicating. Her gaze flicked across the room in disbelief.

‘How am I back here?’ she thought, heart pounding. ‘This room… I swore I’d never step foot in it again.’

Two years ago, she had walked out of this room, out of Adrian’s life, telling herself she’d never return. It had taken everything in her to let go after spending five years with him. But here she was—back in the same place, like nothing had changed.

And that was the biggest shock. Adrian used to redecorate every six months. He hated being in the same environment for too long. But this room was still the same.

Her heart ached.

Then she turned, and froze.

Adrian had already unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a broad, chiseled chest. His tanned skin stretched over hard muscle, carved like stone. Each ridge of his abs flexed as he let the shirt fall to the floor. Her breath caught.

In one swift, effortless move, he stepped forward, his hand wrapping around her throat—not with force, but just enough pressure to tilt her chin up. The next second, she was falling backward onto the bed, her back hitting the mattress as Adrian climbed over her, his tall frame caging her in completely.

His face hovered just inches above hers, his lips curled in a shadow of a smirk. But his eyes were softer now, brimming with raw affection.

“Even my bedroom’s brighter now that you’ve come back,” he muttered, his lips curling into a slow, rare smile.

Sienna’s hands rose, fingers trembling slightly as they brushed across the heat of his chest, tracing over the sharp ridges of his abs. Then, without thinking, she arched up and pressed her lips to his.

That was all he needed.

Adrian crushed his mouth against hers, unleashing years of buried longing in a kiss so fierce it stole her breath. His lips moved over hers hungrily, urgent, consuming, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, tangling with hers in deep, heated strokes. He tilted her head just enough to angle her perfectly beneath him, deepening the kiss as if he wanted to taste the very soul of her.

One hand curled tightly around her waist, fingers digging in with desperate need, while the other slid up to cradle the back of her head, keeping her close, anchored to him.

Then his mouth began its descent. Slow. Intimate.

He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, his tongue darting out to taste her skin as he moved down her neck. When he reached the tender hollow just below her ear, he lingered. His tongue flicked slowly across her pulse point, circling it, then flattened and dragged downward in a heated stroke that made her shiver.

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