Sienna's POV

The morning breeze drifted into the room as I turned to look at him. His eyes were closed, like there was no chaos in his world.

His eyelids fluttered open, revealing those cold grey eyes. He's so handsome. I can't help but wonder what his baby would look like.

Shit... that reminds me. I haven't been on birth control.

"Good morning," he said, his deep, sexy voice snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Morning..." I murmured. He pulled me close and kissed my lips, his hand sliding down my thighs. We were both naked, tangled beneath the luxury sheets of my new penthouse.

"Take the day off, baby. You're sore down there," he said, sitting up. I blushed.

He carried me in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. Kissing me, he stepped into the large cubicle shower and turned on the water as he slid inside me again.

"Yes, Nic... yes," I moaned as he moved slowly, like he was trying to relive the moment.

"I love being inside you, Sienna," he groaned against my neck as he started pumping deeper. I clung to him, calling his name as he hit the right spot again and again.

"Tell me you're all mine..."

"I'm all yours, Nic. Just yours. No one else," I whispered, tightening my grip around his broad shoulders.

Soon, he came deep inside me.

Later, he was already on the phone. "I'll be there soon. Tell him to arrange the documents and keep them on my desk," he said, his hand grazing my neck, inspecting the hickey he gave me.

I eyed him warily.

"You seem stressed out, baby," he said as I stepped away from him.

"Thanks to you," I said, flopping back on the bed.

"Not my fault... you're just too sweet." He smirked, adjusting his shirt.

"My housekeeper will stop by today to drop off a few of my clothes. I'll keep some in the walk-in closet in case I decide to stay over sometimes."

"Okay," I said softly.

He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Prepare for the weekend, and text me if you need anything." Then, he walked out.

I stared at the door after he left. I didn't know exactly how I felt. But every time I was around him, I felt safe. Pampered. He knew how to talk to me, how to spoil me. Every moment with him made me feel like I belonged to him. Like there was something more than just pleasure happening between us...

But I knew better.

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"Hey bitch, drop the location to your new crib!" Kate said over the phone.

"Yes ma'am."

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A few hours later

A knock sounded at the door.

I opened it to see Kate standing there.

"Oh my God, babe. This is massive!" she gasped, taking in the luxurious penthouse.

"Okay girl, spill the beans," she said, flopping onto the designer couch.

"He was here," I said, sitting beside her and turning on the huge TV in front of us.

"I'm sorry-how many rounds?" Kate teased.

"Kate!" I laughed just as the doorbell rang again.

I walked to the door and opened it. A woman in her late 40s stood there, wearing a black T-shirt and white pants. She looked corporate and serious.

"How may I help you?" I asked.

"I work for Mr. Steele," she said, eyeing me cautiously.

"Oh... come in." I let her in. She held a briefcase in one hand.

"The room's over there," I said, pointing to the walk-in closet as she walked over.

"Who is she?" Kate asked, sipping her orange juice.

"Nic's housekeeper," I replied. "He said he might come over sometimes, so he's keeping some of his clothes here."

"Okay, mamacita... at this point, you've got him wrapped around your finger," she teased. We both laughed.

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Dominic's POV

"Hi, Mum."

"Nic, cancel whatever trip you have planned this weekend. We're having your engagement party. Yours and Clara's."

"It's an important trip. When I get back, we can throw whatever party you want," I said, cutting the call.

I just wanted to spend the weekend with Sienna. To have my arms wrapped around her. To feel like a man-not the man with a life full of chaos or a forced marriage.

Everything felt different when I was with her. She made me feel like I was enough. Like I was seen. Those bright blue eyes stared into mine like she wanted nothing from me but me.

"Hey, man," my friend Andrew walked in, holding a bottle of whiskey.

"What, Andrew?"

"You down this weekend for some... you know, clubbing?"

"I've got plans with Sienna," I said, taking a puff from the weed he brought and passing it to him.

"Oh shit-the side chick, huh?" He grinned. "Bruh, you're really playing with fire."

"I don't care. It's just pleasure between me and her. She knows what it is," I replied. Of course, Sienna knew. Even though sometimes, she looked at me like she wanted more. But she knew her place-my secret woman. The woman who spread her legs when I told her to.

"Just pray that evil Clara doesn't find out," he warned. "Little Brody whispered to me about your engagement party coming up. I wonder how Sienna will take all of this. Does she plan on being the side woman forever?" he asked, eyes sharp.

I hadn't thought of that.

Sienna being my side woman forever?

Yeah... there's no future between us.

But I can't imagine her with another man.

Can't imagine her moaning another man's name.

Sienna's POV

I sat beside him in his private jet, his hand resting on my bare thigh.

Yeah, Nic likes it when I dress like his whore.

Here I am, in a skimpy red dress that stops just below my thighs, showing off my thick, milky skin. The expensive Prada heels he bought me make my legs look even longer.

"You said we're going away to relax, not for business," I said, rolling my eyes as I looked out the window. He was typing something on his phone.

"Sorry, baby. I just need to send this quickly," he replied, kissing my cheek.

Then his eyes met mine-and damn. That man is fine as hell. A literal Greek god.

He pulled me closer, kissing me slowly, like he needed to savor the taste of me... like he couldn't get enough.

A throat cleared. We looked up to see the flight attendant standing there.

"Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Steele. Do you need anything?" she asked, eyeing him like she wanted to eat him alive.

I glared. She noticed and quickly turned her eyes away from his unbuttoned shirt.

"I'm fine," he replied coldly.

"How about you, miss?"

"Just water," I said, still glaring at her. She nodded and walked away.

"I really want you under me right now, baby," he murmured, kissing the back of our intertwined fingers.

"You just had me this morning, Mr. Steele," I replied, rolling my eyes again.

"You know I can never get enough of you, angel. You're like a drug-I'm addicted."

He pulled me into another kiss, his fingers working their way under my dress.

"Yes..." I moaned into his mouth, parting my thighs as his fingers slid deeper inside me.

"Miss, here's your water," the flight attendant interrupted, nearly causing me to snap.

"Thank you," I said flatly, shooting her another glare.

Nic chuckled beside me.

"We have the whole weekend to ourselves, baby," he whispered, kissing my forehead.

Yeah, we do. And I plan to enjoy every damn second.

Fuck.

Once again, I forgot to take my birth control pills. Why do I keep forgetting?

"You okay?" Nic asked, noticing my distraction.

"Yes, just thinking."

"About what?"

"How much fun this weekend is going to be..."

"Don't worry. I'm all yours for the weekend," he promised.

Yeah... just for the weekend.

After that, he goes back to pretending like he doesn't bend me over his desk and fuck me raw.

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The hotel resort was massive.

The room had a king-sized bed, a jacuzzi, and a private outdoor pool.

"God, this is so relaxing," I muttered to myself, taking off my sunglasses. Nic was nearby, talking to one of the staff.

My phone buzzed. It was my little sister, Ann.

"Hey baby girl, what's up?" I answered. I'd been distant from her since I moved out, but that didn't mean I didn't love her. She knew I did.

"Sis, I need your help."

"Are you okay?" I asked, suddenly worried.

"Yeah, just need a little cash. Girl stuff."

I glanced up. Nic was walking toward me.

"Send me your bank details," I said, then quickly ended the call.

"Mmm," I began, only to be cut off by Nic's lips on mine. He pulled me close and pushed me gently onto the bed.

"Who was that?" he asked, undressing.

"My little sister," I said, helping him slide the red dress off my body.

He squeezed my breasts, his mouth wrapping around my nipples, sucking like a hungry baby.

"Yes, Nic," I moaned, my fingers tangled in his black hair.

His fingers slid between my thighs, in and out, teasing me, making me beg.

"Yes... ahh, just like that..."

Then, he took out his massive cock. It stood proud-thick, veined, beautiful.

I wrapped my lips around him, sucking as he groaned.

"Fuck, Sienna..."

His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as he fucked my mouth.

Then, he pushed me down, spread my legs wide, and thrust deep into me.

"YES, baby! Just like that... harder!" I cried out, losing myself in the pleasure.

"Fuck, Sienna," he groaned again.

His phone buzzed on the bed.

The screen lit up: Clara.

He didn't even notice-he was too lost in me.

As he kissed my neck, I slid my hand over and hit Accept.

"Yes, Nic! Fuck me hard... yes, baby... YES!" I moaned loud enough for that bitch Clara to hear every word.

"Fuck, Sienna, you're so sweet," he groaned, still thrusting.

I smirked.

The call ended. Perfect timing.

Nic pulled out and flipped me over, bending me on all fours. He spanked my ass, then slid back inside, pounding into me.

He filled me with his cum.

I stayed bent over, letting every drop stay inside.

Smiling to myself.

If Nic finds out about the call, he'll be pissed. But I'll handle him.

Clara needed a taste of her own medicine.

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A knock came at the door.

Nic got up, wrapped a towel around his waist, and opened it.

He returned a moment later.

"Come on, let's take a bath. We've got dinner plans."

"Okay," I said, letting him scoop me up in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I wanted to be his.

I wanted the world to know he was mine.

He knew how to pamper me, spoil me, make me feel like a queen-

From the designer shoes, the luxury bags, watches, endless shopping sprees, and now a new penthouse.

Dominic Steele is everything I want in a man.

Too bad... I'm just his secret.

And I wonder when my time will be up.

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I slide the seat back for her to sit.

I know she answered Clara's call. I know she crossed the line by picking up while we were having sex - but I don't care. Besides, Clara is a pest I can't wait to weed out.

"These dishes look delicious..." she says, picking up her fork.

She looks breathtaking under the starlight - her blonde hair, blue eyes... everything about her is just alluring.

"If you want more, let me know."

"I'm not a glutton, Mr. Steele," she mutters, rolling her eyes.

"Never called you one," I say, wiping away a crumb from her lips.

In a world filled with chaos, whenever I'm with her... I find peace.

Sienna's POV

I walked hand-in-hand with Nic as we strolled quietly down the beach. My long sleeveless dress danced in the breeze. I could feel his stare - I turned to look at him.

"You're a beauty, Sienna - an art meant to be worshipped," he murmurs as we walk.

"Thank y-" I begin, when my phone chimes.

KEVIN.

"I'm sorry - I have to take this," I say, noticing the jealousy blazing in his eyes.

"Don't. Even. Dare," he growls.

"But-"

"But nothing, Sienna. If you still want that fucker to keep his job, don't pick it up. But if you want to test me... go ahead." He walks off, leaving me standing there alone.

What the actual fuck - he just showed me that side. That possessive, jealous side.

Nic, I've got you right where I need you... I smirked, walking after him.

The Resort Room

"Nic?" I call out. No answer.

I step onto the patio where the luxury jacuzzi sits. He's there - bathed in blue light, looking sinfully gorgeous. Pierced ears. Tattooed chest. Bulging muscles. Compared to him, Kevin is nothing but a pest.

I want to scream to the world to fuck off - he's mine.

I approach and slowly peel off my clothes, leaving only matching thongs.

His eyes drink me in as I lower myself into the bubbly water, hips swaying. Lust burns in his gaze like he can never get enough of me.

Reaching him, I wrap my arms around his neck and straddle him, brushing my lips against his skin.

"Are you angry at me?" I whisper in his ear.

"You're mine, Sienna. All mine. Which part of that don't you understand?" he growls, grabbing my waist and forcing me to grind against him.

"Ahh..." I moan. "Yes - I'm yours. All yours, Nic. No one else."

"Tell me Kevin is a pest, baby."

"Kevin's a pest. A nuisance," I breathe, moving my hips harder as I feel his length against me.

He crashes his mouth on my neck, then my lips - hungry, punishing... like he wants to brand me.

"Mmm..." I moan as he shifts my thong aside, pulls himself free, and slides into me.

"Ahh..." I cry out as I start riding him. Our moans fill the night air as the water splashes around us.

I ride him like a wild stallion.

Suddenly, his phone rings - Clara.

Then my phone buzzes.

"I'm going to kill you, bitch. Stay the fuck away from my man..."

- Clara

I only smirk as he rejects her call and focuses on thrusting up into me - consuming me like gasoline to flame. He moans my name like I'm a poison sent to destroy him.

The fact he ignored her... for me?

The line has definitely been crossed.

And I can't wait to rub it in her face.