I get up and stride to the bathroom, feeling frustration and disgust well up inside of me, warring for supremacy. This shit with the Russos needs to get straightened out sooner rather than later, because I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind.
I twist on the water, getting it as hot as I can stand it, and then step under the spray. It can’t wash away how I feel about myself. I’ve tried to make a code for myself, tried to stick to rules that would let me live with the things I’ve done, and now I’m dangerously close to stepping over the only rule I haven’t ever broken.
I’m taking advantage of Sienna, even if only in my mind. And if I’m not careful, I’ll do it in reality, too.
I shut off the water when it starts to run cold, wrapping a towel around my waist without bothering to do more than a cursory drag ofit over my hair and upper body. I walk back out into my bedroom… and stop dead in my tracks as I see Sienna standing just inside the doorway, dressed in the flimsiest nightgown I’ve ever seen on a woman, fragile pink silk caressing her perfect body, her strawberry-blonde hair tumbling down to her shoulders in waves.
God, I’m so fucked.
12
DAMIAN
“Do you know how to fucking knock?”
The first words that come out of my lips make her flinch, but she doesn’t back down. Her eyes have gone wide, that full mouth parting, and for the first time since we met, I see her eyes rake down the front of my body. She’s always been too afraid to look anywhere other than my face, but now her gaze drags down to my shoulders, my chest, my hips, lingering lower for a moment. I see her cheeks turn pink as her tongue darts out and trails over her lower lip.
That’s all it takes for my cock to start to swell again.Two fucking orgasms, and her tongue is all it takes to get me hard again.I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, other than the fact that I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as beautiful as Sienna Monroe standing in my bedroom.
Her hair looks impossibly soft, her skin polished and glowing after her day at the spa. The pink silk nightie is fringed with white lace, the straps fragile, brushing her collarbone and reminding me of the thin straps she dragged down her arms in the video I just finished watching. The silk clings to her everywhere, to the curve of her small breasts, showing the peaked shape of her nipples, to her hips, evenher thighs. I wonder if she’s wearing panties underneath it, and just like that, my cock jerks upward, tenting my towel as a dizzying rush of arousal washes through me.
I wouldn’t have thought her eyes could get any wider, but when she sees the thick shape of my cock jutting out against the towel, threatening to pull it from its precarious place on my hips, they go entirely round in her delicate, beautiful face.
“What are you doing in here, Sienna?”
She licks her lips, and I feel as if I’m about to combust. “I thought you might…” She draws in a breath. “I thought you might like to see something else I bought today. You spent so much on me after all, I thought?—”
“Sienna.” My jaw tightens. My self-control is at its breaking point, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. “Have I not been clear?—”
“I don’t understand.” She swallows hard, closing the door firmly behind her and walking toward me. I should back away, but I feel frozen to the spot. Her floral vanilla scent wafts toward me, and I feel like I’m going to lose my goddamned mind. “You keep saying that you don’t want anything from me, and I don’t know what game you’re playing, Damian. I don’t know what you want me to do.”
“I’m telling you.” The muscle in my jaw ticks. “I’ve been telling you, Sienna. I want you to stay out of the way, keep your head down, and wait until the danger passes. Then, I’ll annul the marriage, and you can choose what you want to do next.”
“You’re lying,” she breathes, stopping a hand’s length away from me. “I thought you just didn’t want me at first, that you didn’t think I was pretty, or?—”
I briefly blank out at that.Not think she was pretty?A man would have to be blind to not think that Sienna is drop-dead gorgeous.
“But I can see that you want me,” she continues. “So you’re lying. You do want something else. And you keep baiting me for some reason, telling me that you don’t, and I don’t know what game this is, or what you want, but Damian?—”
She licks her lips again, sucking in a breath, and I can see thatshe’s afraid. “We can just do it,” she whispers. “Whatever you want. You’ve done all this for me, I’ll do whatever you want. Just stop?—”
“Stop what?” I stare at her, frustrated beyond belief. I’m frustrated with her for thinking that this is all some elaborate game, apparently, and with myself for somehow not being clear enough, and with my fucking cock for being rock-hard despite the conversation I’m having with Sienna right now. “Sienna, I’m not playing a game with you. I meant what I said.”
“Why?” She blinks at me, confused. “If you’re not toying with me, then why would you not just fuck me? You can, I’m your wife. I can see—” Her gaze drops to my cock, just as the wordwifetears through my senses, making my length jerk at the thought of everything I could do to mywife.
I feel my towel slip, dropping to the floor, and Sienna’s gaze freezes in place as she sees me naked for the first time.
I can only imagine what she’s thinking. I’m well aware of how large I am. I see her swallow, see her throat move, and her eyes flick back up to mine, wide and clearly frightened.
“Sienna, no more.” My voice is a rasp in the back of my throat, and I know I don’t mean it. I feel sure that she can hear it too.
“You married me,” she whispers. “You said you’d keep me safe. Why not take what’s yours?”
A groan wells in my throat. She has no idea how close to the edge she’s pushing me, how much self-control it’s taking right now not to throw her back on the bed, rip that flimsy silk away from her, and fuck her like I want to. “You’re too young,” I grit out, and she lets out a sharp, startled laugh.
“I’m twenty-two.”
“And I’m thirty-eight. Nearly forty, Sienna. I’m too fucking old for you.”
