Page 8 of For Toron's Pride (Toron's Pride 1)

She drew in a shuttering breath, her hands shaking. The button came undone. Even before she got the zipper lowered, she saw how big he was, thick and curved behind the denim. Her mouth watered she was so hungry to see.

With the two sides of his jeans parted, she noted he hadn’t worn boxers, and his cock bulged into view, a thick vein running the length of it. Sienna licked her lips and put a hand out.

“Toron.”

They both jumped at the voice. Sienna turned to flee, but Toron captured her wrist to keep her where she stood.

“What is it, Stella?”

Sienna closed her eyes. Humiliation, anger, and frustration all vied to make her want to sink into the ground and disappear. In a heartbeat, she had given in to him and been ready to have sex right there where anyone could see.

Earlier, she had come out here to get away and clear her head, but she hadn’t walked far into the trees. Who knew what lurked in the woods, and a fear of getting lost kept her near the house. Where she stood was visible from the house, yet she had opened his pants and was ready to get on her knees and suck him. This was his fault.

“They’ve got a situation up at the plant,” Stella explained.

“Holt accused Larry of fixing the books, and now they’re fighting. No one’s been able to stop them. They’ve already halted the line. Nothing’s getting done.”

Sienna looked up at Toron. She saw the battle in his expression between continuing what they had started and going to get his people in line. “We’ll finish this when I return,” he promised. “Wait for me.”

Right there in front of Stella, he kissed her and then walked away. Sienna didn’t move. If she dared, she might fall flat on her face, so she waited to get her feet back on the ground. She had assumed Stella followed Toron, but her petulant tone startled Sienna a second time from her thoughts.

“He’s never going to love you, you know.”

Sienna frowned. “Excuse me?”

The woman stalked over, her first mistake. “You heard me. He’s never going to love you. Or you can say, Toron is the kind of man who will love all women, not just one. It’s in his nature.” She shrugged. “If you think you’re going to be the one to change him, you’re setting yourself up for failure.”

Sienna had had enough. “Look, bitch, I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but you don’t know me well enough to get in my face about anything I choose to do. Second, I can read you. You’re the kind of woman that makes herself invaluable to the man she loves, hoping one day he’ll notice her for more than just his secretary.”

Stella’s face flamed.

“Oh yeah, I have your number. You’re jealous, probably eaten up that Toron’s paying me attention when you figured this weekend was a perfect chance to get him committed.”

Rage burned in Stella’s eyes, until the green in the depths bled to golden. She curled her fingers with already naturally long fingernails as if she would attack. Stella took a defensive stance. “Bring it.”

Stella heaved her shoulders and retreated a step. “I was only trying to help you. Since you’re too dense, let me lay it out for you. Up until you came, I was Toron’s main lover. I knew he had other women, but I took it in stride because I know that’s how he is. He keeps several women in his pride for his pleasure and his alone. I accepted that. I know eventually he will choose a woman to be his mate, to mother his children. When that time comes, that woman will be me. If you want to have sex with him, fine. Just don’t think it will be anything more.”

The woman pivoted on her heel and stomped away.

Sienna took long enough to gather her wits, and then she headed to the house as well. She ran straight up to her room and began packing her bag. In one way, she wanted to one up Stella and knock her from her high horse, but giving in to Toron wasn’t worth it. One would have to be blind not to see Toron was the kind of man Stella had described him to be. So she would be out before he got back. Stella could have him.

Sienna jumped into the shower and soaped her body.

Just running her hands over her breasts and belly brought back thoughts of Toron and the way she came to life when he touched her. Her pussy ached, and she leaned her head on the wall with her eyes shut as she waited for the feeling to pass. Maybe with some distance between them, her emotions would return to normal.

After she was done, she stepped out of the shower and toweled off. Just slipping into her panties, she dropped to her hands and knees when a wave of sadness pummeled every part of her being. She sniffed and reached up to find tears spilling down her cheeks. What the hell? Why do I feel like this?

At first she thought she was losing it. What they had almost done wasn’t that serious. She wasn’t in love with him, and she’d known before Stella said anything that whatever they did would just be sex and nothing else. So why did she feel like she’d lost someone precious to her?

A knock on the door forced her to scramble into a robe.

“Yes?”

“Sienna.” The woman in the hall sounded like she’d been crying. Dread tightened Sienna’s chest, and she ran across to open the door. The petite woman was one of the naturals, but Sienna couldn’t remember her name. Her eyes were puffy and red, and she held a tissue to her nose. “You must come to the square.”

“The square? What’s that and why?”

Fresh tears fell down the woman’s face, and Sienna knew without touching her face that more started in her own eyes. What the hell was going on in this place, and why did it affect her?”

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