Page 99 of Scorching Sienna

“What is the second one?” she asks, her tone low and sensual as she moves closer to me.

“They are all about you, rainbow. The second one is the way you say my name. My full name.”

“Damon Deangelo?” she repeatsas I put my drink down and hers before pulling her between my legs as I take a seat on the bar stool.

“Yes, exactly that, soon-to-be Mrs. Deangelo.”

She smiles and runs a finger over the scar on my face.

“What's number three?”

“That moan you make when I suck on those perfect nipples. I remember it clearly from this morning.” She blushes, looking around to make sure no one is near, as she places a hand on my thigh.

“Number 4?” Her hand strokes my thigh, edging closer to an area that is now rock hard with her this close and looking so damn hot in the red dress and black heels I’d picked for today's event. She has paired it with the black opal bracelet and necklace I gave her. Coupled with my ring sitting on that delicate finger of hers, it speaks to my possessiveness on a primal level, making my cock twitch.

“Your scent.” I pull her towards me and dip my head into her neck, inhaling deeply.

“Vanilla and pomegranate mixed in with my sweet Sienna.” She shivers as goosebumps paint her skin.

“Get a room!” Trixy shouts, approaching us hand in hand with Roger.

Sienna practically jumps out of my arms, embarrassment painting her cheeks as if she has been caught red-handed.

“You look so guilty. Are you two being naughty?” Sienna's face blazes red as she shakes her head, eyeing me as she pleads for assistance.

“We are the epitome of good,” I drawl, sipping my drink as they stop before us.

“I doubt that.” She laughs, hooking her arm through Roger’s as she introduces him to Sienna.

“Roger, this is who I was telling you about. Sienna, this is Roger.”

Sienna recovers quickly, smiling at Roger, who shakes her hand warmly.

“Congratulations. The wedding was so beautiful.” Sienna’s words make Trixy blush as she looks up at Roger lovingly. They are such a bizarre couple, but some might say the same about Sienna and me.

“Damon, nice to see you again,” he greets, his warmth toward me always surprising. I couldn’t figure out if it was because he genuinely liked me or because I adiosed that footage of him and Trixy fucking in the courthouse.

“I was going to come past the club sometime.” This surprises me. It was not the kind of place he frequented. As a person on the other side of the line of justice, my environment was not exactly conducive or welcoming to those outside of organized crime.

When I don’t say anything, he continues.

“It's about the George Miller case.” Fuck. I forgot about that. I asked him to keep his ears open in case someone was sniffing around, asking questions.

“What?” Sienna asks, her conversation with Trixy dying as she hears her father's name spoken.

“What did you say?” She is looking between Roger and me, the seriousness on her face jolting Roger's recognition and the link between the two.

“Oh shit. You’re Sienna Miller?” Roger looks at me apologetically, his lawyering skills failing him in this instance, as the connection is quite obvious.

“Sienna Walker now. But yes, I was Sienna Miller. My father was George Miller.”

“Ahh, that makes sense why Damon would be asking.” Roger's words send Sienna's gaze my way. She isn’t angry, just curious. She knew I was a stalker. So the fact I was looking into her father's death was no surprise, really.

“I asked Roger to let me know if anyone was accessing that case, considering it has gone cold.” Sienna nods, and her brows furrow as she looks at Roger again.

“And has anyone? The last time I got a call about my father's case was over three years ago.” Soon, she would know that I have the sick bastard, her Reaper, who also killed her father in my warehouse.

“Yes, actually, but I doubt it was the real individual's name. Bright Simpson.” Sienna shakes her head, not recognizing the name. Neither did I. I would have to see if Jordan and Kai could trace it.

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