Sienna's hands release my wrists. She brings them up to my chest, her fingers curling into the soft cotton of my henley, holding on as if I am the only solid thing in a world that just lost its gravity. Then, her hands slide upward, dragging over my collarbones, before her fingers push greedily into the silver hair at my temples.
She pulls me closer, deepening the kiss herself.
The action sends a shockwave of raw, primal triumph through my blood. She isn't just taking the kiss; she is returning it. Her tongue meets mine, tentative at first, then sliding against it with a hungry, desperate friction. She tastes like adrenaline and honey. She tastes like the only clean thing I have ever touched.
I angle my head, devouring her mouth, sucking gently on her lower lip before biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. I swallow the sound, drinking her breath into my own lungs.
My left hand slides down from her waist, my palm curving over the lush, heavy swell of her ass. I grip her cheek through the silk, kneading the soft flesh, pulling her hips flush against my aching cock. I grind my hips forward, a slow, deliberate roll of my pelvisthat presses my rigid length directly into the soft seam of her thighs.
Sienna tears her mouth away from mine, her head falling back over my arm as she drags in a ragged, shuddering breath. "Dominic..."
"Tell me to stop," I growl against the vulnerable, exposed column of her throat. I press my open mouth against her frantically beating pulse point, feeling the hot thud of her blood against my lips. "Tell me to let you go, Sienna. Say the words."
She doesn't say them. She can't. Her fingers tighten in my hair, her nails scraping lightly against my scalp in a way that makes my spine lock.
I drag my mouth up the side of her neck, my teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin just beneath her ear. My right hand leaves her hair, sliding down her throat, tracing the delicate line of her collarbone. The black silk robe has slipped open completely at the top, exposing the pale, flawless skin of her chest.
She isn't wearing a bra beneath the silk. The cool air of the suite hits her flushed skin, and I watch, mesmerized, as the tight, rosy peak of her nipple hardens to a point.
My breathing turns ragged, heavy, and harsh in the quiet room. I bring my large, calloused hand down and completely envelop the heavy curve of her breast.
Sienna's back arches instantly, a sharp, ragged gasp tearing from her lips. "Oh?—"
The weight of her fills my palm perfectly. The skin is impossibly soft, contrasting violently with the rough texture of my hands. I squeeze gently, kneading the heavy flesh, watching her eyelidsflutter shut in overwhelming sensory overload. I brush my thick thumb back and forth over her hardened nipple, the friction sending violent tremors through her entire body.
"You feel that?" I murmur thickly, my lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from hers. I drag my thumb across the sensitive peak again, harder this time, feeling the wet, answering heat blooming between her thighs. She grinds down against my hip instinctively, chasing the friction. "That is your body recognizing exactly who it belongs to. That is your biology telling you that I am the only man who will ever touch you again."
"You're... you're crazy," she stammers, her voice weak, heavily laced with arousal. Her eyes open, glassy and unfocused, completely blown with want.
"I am entirely unhinged," I agree, capturing her mouth in another bruising, deep kiss. I plunge my tongue inside, tasting her surrender, asserting my dominance over every inch of her mouth. I grip her breast tighter, my thumb rolling her clit—no, her nipple—relentlessly, my cock grinding through the wool of my trousers until she whimpers into my mouth, her hips rolling against mine in a desperate, erratic rhythm.
I want to take her on the floor. I want to tear the black silk from her shoulders, press her down into the Persian rug, and bury myself so deep inside her tight, soaking pussy that we fuse together at the molecular level. I want to mark her flesh with my teeth, flood her with my cum, and make her so irrevocably mine that the Bellantis, the city of Chicago, and the entire fucking world cease to exist.
But she is locked tight.
Beneath the arousal, beneath the explosive, undeniable chemistry, her muscles are completely depleted from adrenaline exhaustion. Her entire world has been overturned in less than twenty-four hours. She has witnessed a brutal mafia interrogation, been extracted from her life, and had everything she owns packed and moved while she slept.
I am a ruthless man, but I will not take her first time in a haze of trauma. When I bury myself inside her, she is going to be clear-headed, screaming my name, fully conscious of the permanent vow she is making.
Slowly, agonizingly, I pull my mouth away from hers.
Sienna chases my lips for a fraction of a second, a tiny, involuntary movement that swells my chest with a vicious, possessive pride. Her chest heaves as she drags oxygen into her lungs. Her lips are swollen, bruised a deep, flushed red from the force of my kiss. Her hair is a beautifully tangled mess from my hands.
I slowly slide my hand from her bare breast, my knuckles brushing over her ribcage as I pull the edges of the black silk robe together. I cover her back up, though the effort it takes to hide her skin from my eyes feels like a physical punishment.
I tie the silk sash securely around her small waist, my massive hands moving with deliberate, careful precision.
Sienna watches me, her chest still heaving, her hazel eyes wide and completely stripped of their earlier defiance. She looks utterly ruined, completely undone by a single kiss.
"What... what are you doing?" she whispers, her voice breathless.
"I am giving you a reprieve," I growl, my hand tightening one last time against her before I force myself to let go. "Because if I don't stop, Sienna, I'm going to shove you onto that rug, rip this silk in half, and bury my cock so deep inside you that you'll forget your own name. I want you fully aware of the weight of me when I finally bury myself inside you—not just having you, Sienna, but occupying you, until you forget there was ever a world outside these walls. You're exhausted. Eat. Rest.Your cage isn't going anywhere."
Her throat works as she swallows, her eyes dropping to the thick, obvious ridge straining through my tailored trousers before snapping back up to my face, her cheeks burning a bright, furious red.
"I am going to leave the suite," I say softly, my thumb tracing her lower lip one last time. "I have a war to manage. I will have Fabio bring you breakfast. You will eat everything on the plate. You will take a hot shower. You will use whatever you need in the bathroom. And you will not attempt to leave this suite. The door is locked from the outside. The windows are unbreakable."
I lean in, pressing a firm, claiming kiss to her forehead. The scent of her—peonies and fear and raw, wet arousal—imprints itself permanently into the synapses of my brain.
