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“I’m not a traitor.” She was staring out the window as she spoke. “Persephone wouldn’t have made it through a trial. I did what I had to do.” She tapped her pendant again, stroking the chain with nimble fingers.
She’d set him up. When we charged into the room, she’d already been holding him at gunpoint. She played him at his own game and came out the winner.
This woman. She was both heaven and hell, effectuating a cataclysmic ending, and my only solace was the promise of her trembling beneath me. I wanted another taste, craved it. We pulled onto the highway, heading back to the city, but my thoughts were pillaged by images of her naked and moaning beneath me. My breath quickened, needing her to look at me. I wanted one of her hidden smiles. The most simplistic glancebefore I drove her wild and ravaged her tight body. I wanted her to moan my name and accept the cruelty I needed to enact on every inch of her skin.
“Pull over.”
I glanced up, realizing she’d been staring at me.
“And fuck me.”
I gripped the wheel tighter, threatening to rip it from the dashboard, as my mind was dislodged into a tailspin.
“Apollo.” It was whispered, a plea. “Apollo!” she screamed.
“Shit!” I snapped out of it, jerking the wheel to avoid a truck merging onto the highway. Once the car was righted, I looked at her again. She was glaring at me, her whispered moans a figment of my imagination. These strange recurring episodes were telltale signs of a disorder. Maladaptive daydreaming. In layman’s terms, intense moments where a subject became highly distracted and would stop engaging with reality. They became hyperfocused on whatever was in their mind, forging out their physical presence. It was a psychiatric condition often triggered by real-life events.
For example, Gio-fucking-Moretti. Another, Sienna-fucking-Agostino.
His exit from prison was due to plausible deniability. He was laying waste on the Agostino family, simply because he wanted things that didn’t belong to him. Like Sienna.
“What?” Sienna’s question forced my attention to her. “What’syours?”
“I didn’t say anything.” I stared back at the road, my heart rate increasing.
“You haven’t shut up the entire ride home. You’ve been mumbling for the last hour.” She crossed her arms over her chest, drawing my attention to how the material of her shirt—my shirt—pulled tight with the action.
“I didn’t say anything,” I repeated, my nose twitching as I fought to maintain sight of the road.
“Did you have a problem sharing toys as a kid?Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine,”she mocked, her snarky tone drawing the dark presence within me to the surface.
“Sienna. Stop.” I barely recognized my own voice, my hands shaking as I clenched the wheel.
“Sienna. Stop.” She continued her parroted indignation. “Mine. Mine. Mine.God, you’re an asshole.”
A chill settled inside the car, my hands shaking and my mind racing as I fought with myself to leave her unscathed. She was dancing with fatality, unimmune to the savage depravity that lurked in my soul and seeped free from my pores.
I already told her once. If she wanted him, she got him.
Chapter 15
SIENNA AGOSTINO
He had officially lost it. He’d spent the last hour disconnected from reality as he rambled incoherently. I only got small pieces, but those tiny parts killed me a little more. His need for me was there but it was never going to willingly reach the surface.
“Need help with that?” I stared at his dick, hard and pressing against his pants.
“Sienna.”
Was that a warning or a request?
“Just an offer.” I glanced out the window. “You do owe me for locking me in the fucking trunk.”
“Sienna.”Thatwas irritation.
“I’m hungry.”
His neck twitched and I laughed.
