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I worship the ground she walks on, and I’d do anything for her. I’m sure lots of men feel the same way about her.

But none of them know Sienna like I do. They don’t know how to make her come. They don’t know how to really make her shine. It turns out she shines the brightest when she thinks nobody’s watching.

She’s definitely a star, but not in the way people think.

I thrust into her again, losing myself. She grips around my length, and this time she doesn’t let go.

Cash steps closer, holding the phone over her body, recording the entire thing as she comes apart.

Her entire body spasms, and I feel myself following her right off the cliff.

I come so fucking deep inside of her.

I don’t want her to ever have to touch herself again. She’s mine. Ours.

We’re all chasing the same thing: to get her to stay.

Sienna stays clenched around my cock, her walls pulsating as she rides out her climax.

White-hot pleasure fills my senses, making every nerve and muscle in my body tingle.

I’m completely spent by the end of it, needing a few moments to gather myself together before pulling out of her.

Sienna looks up at me, obviously wanting more.

Such a fucking minx.

I swap positions with Knox, wrapping my arms around her. She feels amazing pressed against my chest, her body so small and soft. I sink my nose into her hair, taking deep whiffs.

I feel my protective instincts tap in as I keep an eye on our surroundings. Trouble better not come knocking on our door. Because I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.

I’ve never shot a man before. But I won’t hesitate. I’ll pull that trigger if it really comes down to it.

I feel a burning passion in my chest as I hold Sienna close, next to me, where she belongs.

Chapter 27

Sienna

Ituck myself into Knox’s room for the night with a huge grin on my face. Speechless doesn’t cut it. I have never felt like that in my life. Like I was high on life, being lifted into the stars.

Hollywood lights are bright. But that pleasure rushing through me was simply blinding. Nothing compares.

No other men compare.

I’m in bed scrolling through videos from earlier. That’s right… I have much better things to look at now than the stupid comments people are still making about me.

I listen to myself gasp in the video, my moans ringing loud. Granted, I can barely remember most of the experience. That’s what good sex will do to you. It obliterates you—sending you into a different world.

Makes you fall out of love with the ex you thought you’d never in a million years get over.

But I look back in time and question if I was ever in love with Holden Gray. Was it love? Or some kind of fucked up dependency? Sometimes the two can feel interchangeable until you’re able to compare situations. One feels like suffering. The other feels like liberation.

I scoff as I zoom in, watching a cock slide in and out of me.

I look so blissed out. There’s zero acting going on in this video. I’ll never act for another man again.

I’m savoring these men in a way I didn’t think was possible.