Page 46 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
She doesn't have a choice.
He's going to send out a clear message to her and Eric and to the whole goddamn world that she belongs to him.
For the duration of their stay.
By the time Sienna returns, Jace has shaved, showered, and had another cup of coffee. He stands by the open window, smoking.
He doesn't look up even when she walks in and drops herself onto the large sofa, groaning a little.
"Chocolate croissants. Couldn't resist." She yawns hugely.
Pretending for all the world that she hadn't stripped last night in front of the guests and then gone off with Asher. That she hadn't spent the morning rolling in the fields with Eric.
Stubbing out the cigarette with more violence than is needed, he turns. His features are smooth, composed. No sign of the jealousy lurking inside.
His mouth goes dry.
Sienna's stretched out on the couch. Her T-shirt rides up to show a strip of skin at her waist. Smooth, soft skin. Skin that invites him to touch.
Fuck.
He can't stop following the length of her body. Over the flare of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the honeyed skin between her thighs. She crosses her legs, muscles clenching.
She too is on edge. Aroused.
When his eyes swivel to her face, it is to see her watching him with wary eyes. She's scared.
Good.
She should be.
Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips, and a curl of desire leaps to life in his belly. He plunges his hands into his jeans pockets to keep them from reaching for her.
"Seducing my friends again?" Jace snaps.
"What are you talking about?" Her cheeks flush.
"Eric," He replies, eyes still riveted by those gleaming lips, "I saw the two of you. Don't tell me you didn't come onto him. Did you ask him to help you with money too?"
She stays silent and that only maddens him further. Jealousy twists inside again, consuming him.
"And Tom." He bites out the name like it's an oath. "What's the story with him?"
"Careful, Jace, you're beginning to sound like a possessive boyfriend."
Her voice is steady, but she brings her fingers to her lips, biting her fingernails before clenching her hands at her sides.
Prowling toward where she is seated on the sofa, he bends, thrusts his face close to her. "And what if I am?"
"What?" She whispers, her voice sliding over his skin.
"Possessive."
Placing his hands on either side of her on the couch, he leans in. Knowing full well that she's effectively enclosed in the cage of his arms. Close enough for her to feel surrounded. By him.
If she can be a tease, so can he.
"Tom's a childhood friend. He had a crush on me growing up." Her voice comes out on a sigh.
