ZANE

I broke Sienna, and I broke her badly, too.

The way she had looked at me after my questions sent a shiver down my spine. She had felt hurt deeply. But how was I to know it wasn't just a show? Just as she had been playing me since day one.

"Dammmit!" I pulled my right hand into a fist and hit the bag. The heavy bag swayed under the force of my fist, the chain groaning as it absorbed the blow. I had been at this all morning, knowing I needed to ease the tension within me, and the gym was the best way to release the heat.

My knuckles had started to sting from the relentless pounding, but I didn't stop. Each hit sent a jolt through my arm, sending my breath out in a sharp rush, matching the rhythm of my punches. I would switch the punching fist between my palms, making sure both were getting equal aim at the bag.

The fight at the lounge replayed in my mind as I tried to process the fight from a viewer's perspective. Each time, I came to the conclusion that the men had stormed in targeting her and merely fought us off to get to her. We were never their target. Sienna was.

I had orchestrated it, hoping they would come for me and my brothers, but though the plan had worked, the outcome wasn't what I had expected. I took another swing at the lurching bag, hitting harder this time. My company, which had enjoyed years of smooth operation, was now threatened by their relentless pursuit. They weren't after me or Atlas, they were after her. Why? What made Sienna Carter worth their time and their resources? The gang leader's words haunted me. It may have been a taunt for them to plant a seed of doubt between us and it had taken root. Was she playing me? Hiding something? Or was she just as lost in this mess as I was?

I drove my fist into the bag again, the impact jarring my wrist, but it wasn't enough to drown out the questions. I had always trusted my instincts and that had built my empire and kept me alive. But with Sienna, they faltered.

The bag took another hit, the chain rattling under my punch when my phone buzzed on the bench, cutting through my thoughts.

I ripped off my gloves, the Velcro tearing loudly, and walked to the couch and picked up the phone. Damian's name lit up the screen. "Yeah?" I said, leaning against a pillar.

"Zane, it's Noah. He's stable. Cleaned up, stitched, and on bed rest. Doc says he's out of danger, but he's down for a while," Damian replied.

Relief hit me, sharp and fleeting, followed by a fresh wave of guilt. Noah had almost lost his life because of my plan. "Good," I said, my throat tight. "Anything else?"

"Yeah." Damian's voice lowered, cautiously. "We have got the IT spy. He's in the bunker, right where you wanted him."

My pulse quickened. "I'm on my way," I said. "Keep him locked down."

"Zane," Damian added, hesitating. "What's the guy at the lounge saying some stuff about Sienna?"

"Weird stuff. I don't know what to make of it yet." My grip tightened on the phone.

"If you say so," Damian said, sounding very unconvinced.

"Would be there soon," I said, and hung up. My mind raced, the leader's words echoing again. She's not what you think. The idea of Sienna working with them, playing me from the start, made my blood run cold. But the image of her broken expression, the way she had recoiled from my accusations, didn't fit. None of it fit. I needed answers, and I needed them now.

I grabbed my jacket, the leather cool against my overheated skin, and headed for the hallway. As I passed the guest room, I slowed, my hand twitching toward the door. Sienna was there, probably awake, probably replaying our argument. I could still see her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Part of me wanted to barge into the room and shake her until she spilled every secret so we would both be out of our misery. But I couldn't trust myself to stay calm, not with my head this screwed up.

Instead, I walked on, heading to my room to get cleaned up.

Thirty minutes afterward, I was ready to leave the house. I called out to Jason, her security detail, stationed at the end of the hall. "Keep her safe. No one in or out until I'm back."

Jason nodded. "Understood, boss."

I turned away, my boots heavy on the hardwood, and stepped out into the driveway. The cartel was all closing in, and I was running out of time to figure out who I could trust.

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I pulled up to the bunker, inches away from the door, and hesitated, holding both hands on the wheel. I wondered if I had made the right decision, leaving Sienna behind. She was going to be safe inside, under Jason's watchful eye, and for now, that was enough. Both cartels had taken heavy hits in yesterday's clash in the lounge and for a brief moment, the power balance had shifted. It gave me breathing room, but not much. The war wasn't over, and the traitor in my ranks was still bleeding my company dry. That IT spy was my next target, and I'd carve the truth out of him if I had to.

I have always hated snitches. Betrayal was what birthed the dangerous side of me and whoever the spy was, his fate would be no different from Robert's.

I stepped out and nodded to the guard at the door. He opened it without a word, and I strolled in.

The bunker was my domain, a high-tech vault where I handled the most sensitive and complex aspects of my business. The torture room was down a concrete corridor, its walls soundproofed, its tools gleaming under intense fluorescent lights. I pushed open the door, my boots echoing, and took in the setup. I walked to the steel table, which held an array of equipment, including blades, pliers, blowtorches, and syringes filled with chemicals that could break a man's mind. The huge water tank sat in the corner. I spared no expense when it came to answers. Every tool was precise, designed to inflict maximum pain with minimum mess. I had learned from the best and perfected it.

Damian stood nearby, arms crossed, his face unreadable. "He's been babbling," he said, nodding toward the guy. "Keeps saying he didn't have a choice."

"Rookies love to blab," I laughed as I walked over to the center of the room.

The spy was younger than I had expected; he was a nobody, but one who had cost me millions and put my people on the ground.

"They always say that they don't have a choice," I muttered as I shrugged off my jacket, tossing it over a chair, and rolled up my sleeves. The guy's eyes widened, his breath hitching as I approached. Good. Fear was a great motivator.

"Zane," he stammered, his voice cracking. "I didn't want to do it, I swear. They threatened my mother, said they would..."

"Shut up," I snapped, leaning in close, my face inches from his. "You sold out my company. My people. Noah's in a hospital bed because of your leaks. So you're going to talk, and you're going to tell me everything. Or I'll make you wish you'd never been born."

Adam's apple bobbed, and he nodded frantically. "Okay, okay! I'll tell you what I know!"

"What's your real name and how did you get tangled up in this?"

I straightened, my jaw tight, and glanced at the table. My fingers brushed over a pair of pliers, the metal cool against my skin. I haven't picked them up...not yet. I wanted him to feel the weight of what was coming.

My mind was a tangle of rage and doubt, Sienna's face flashing again the way she had looked at me, like I'd betrayed her. Was she the real traitor? Or was this guy about to confirm my worst fears? I needed clarity, and I would rip it out of him if I had to.

"Start with what you know about Sienna Carter," I said. "What's her connection to the Reyes Cartel?"

His eyes darted to Damian, then back to me. "I am Raul Agadez. Robert recommended that I act as the IT rookie, so the cartel could gain access to Atlas's operations."

"Dead and still haunting me with his betrayal" I shook my head, wishing I could kill Robert all over again.

"Go ahead," I added,

"I don't know much, I swear. I just overheard stuff. Rob was the direct link to them. They said she's important, as if she has something they need. Something big."

"Like what?" I pressed, stepping closer. My shadow fell over him, and he shrank back.

"I don't know! They didn't discuss details. Just that she is tied to Victor Rey. Not just a target, she is someone they know. Whatever she had on them is colossal," he said, breaking into a smile.

"Think this is some comedy show, right?"

Knowing he was merely playing along made my control slip. I grabbed his collar, yanking him forward, and the chair scraped against the floor. "Playing me how?" I growled. "What do they want with her?"

"I don't know!" he wailed in panic. "They just said she's the key! Something about a deal, leverage, I don't..."

I backhanded him, the sound sharp in the quiet. His head snapped to the side, blood trickling from his lip. "You're lying," I said, "You think you can hold out on me? You think I won't break you?"

"I'm not lying!" he sobbed, "I swear, that's all I heard!"

I turned to the table and picked up a roll of cellophane. His eyes followed me, widening with terror. "No, please," he whispered. "I'll tell you anything, just.."

"You had your chance," I said, unrolling the plastic. I wrapped the cellophane around his head tightly, cutting off his air. His muffled screams vibrated against the plastic, his body thrashing against the restraints.

"Talk," I said, but he couldn't. Not yet. I held it for ten seconds, watching his eyes bulge, his face reddening. Then I ripped it off, letting him gasp for air.

"What does Rey want with her?"

"I don't know," he gasped, tears streaming.

I grabbed his head, my fingers digging into his skull, and dragged him to the water tank. The surface of the water rippled as I shoved his face under the cellophane back in place, sealing his screams. He thrashed, bubbles erupting, his body jerking against my grip. I held his head inside the water for minutes until his struggles grew weaker.

While he struggled against my grip to no avail, all I could think of was getting my answers. I was no longer acting cool. They had unleashed the monster and there was no going back.

A hand touched my shoulder, "Zane," Liam's voice cut through my raging thoughts, "Enough. You will kill him."

I froze, loosening my grip on his neck. I hadn't even noticed Liam walking into the room. I glanced at Damian, who was clearly enjoying watching me torture the guy. I could see the faint lines of disappointment as he glared at Liam.

The guy coughed and raised his head a little out of the water, but didn't move out of the tank. He couldn't. I stepped back, water dripping from my hands.

I realized that it was Liam's voice and touch that had pulled me back from the abyss. I had let the rage take over. And for what? A few scraps of information, none of it clear enough to solve the puzzle.

"Get him up," I said, turning away. I wiped my hands on my pants, the fabric clinging to my skin. Liam moved silently, hauling the guy back to a chair, checking his pulse. The guy was alive, barely, his breath a wet rattle. I didn't look at him. I couldn't.

"Keep him alive," I said to Liam. I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door. I stepped out, the door slamming shut behind me.

SIENNA.

I was pacing the guest room that felt like a cage, its walls pressing in with every breath I took. The accusing words he had hurled at me were a cruel reminder of the fight that had torn us apart. The accusation had hit like a slap, leaving my chest hollow and my mind spiraling. I had seen the distrust in his eyes, the way they had hardened, and it had broken something in me.

I stared at the closed door, half-expecting to hear his heavy footsteps, to see him barge in and demand more answers I didn't have. But the penthouse was silent, save for the faint hum of the city beyond the windows. Zane had left that morning without a word to me, but there was a low murmur as he spoke to Jason, my security detail, before the front door slammed. He hadn't even looked in on me. I didn't know who I was to him anymore or who I was to myself.

For years, I had been running from the Reyes Cartel, who had taken everything from me and had been hunting me ever since. Yet, I had never once stopped in my tracks to ask why I was that important to them. Facing the truth scared me. Running, starting new lives, and changing names felt easier than confronting the truth that surrounded my family.

Sienna Carter was a lie I crafted to keep the world at bay. I had abandoned my family name because it felt like a target painted on my back. But was it to protect myself, or something else? Something I didn't even understand?

I pressed my palms to my eyes, trying to stop the flood of questions that Zane's accusations had cracked.

Who are you, Sienna?

I hadn't answered because I just couldn't since the truth was a void. I didn't know who I was. Was I a fraud, like he had said? A pawn in some game I didn't understand? The cartel's obsession with me wasn't random; I had always known that deep down. But what did they want? A secret? A debt? Or was I tied to them in a way I couldn't face?

I paused to get my phone from the dressing table and sat down to dial Belinda.

The line rang thrice before I suddenly recalled it was a working day and she was probably working her shift. I tossed the phone onto the bed as frustration bubbled up. I needed her clarity to pull me out of the spiral of questioning I was in. Without her, I was alone with my thoughts, and they were tearing me apart.

I stood, pacing the room, then I stopped at the window, staring at the city below. My reflection stared back. I couldn't stay there, trapped in that room, suffocating under the weight of my own questions. I needed air, and space to think.

I headed to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to get the puffiness out. Then I changed quickly, pulling on jeans and a black sweater. I didn't care where I went, as long as it was away from there.

Jason was at the door when I opened it, his broad frame filling the hallway. "I need to get out," I said to him. "Take me somewhere. say a bar. Somewhere Zane doesn't know."

Jason's brow furrowed, just a flicker, but he didn't argue. "Are you sure?" he asked cautiously.

"I'm sure," I said, meeting his gaze. "I need space. Please."

He studied me for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. I know a place. Low-key, off the grid. Stay close."

I followed him out, my heart pounding with relief. I could feel his tension. He was Zane's man, loyal to the core, and I wondered what he thought of me now. Did he believe Zane's accusations? Did he think I was a traitor, too?

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Jason pulled into a dimly lit street, parking outside a bar with a faded sign. It was tucked between a laundromat and a pawn shop, the kind of place you would miss if you were not looking. "This is it," he said, cutting the engine. "Quiet. Nobody asks questions."

"Thank you" I nodded, stepping out of the car and into the bar. The smell of beer and cigarette smoke hit me like a wave when I set foot. The interior was filled with mismatched tables and a jukebox playing a jazz beat.

A few patrons glanced up, then looked away, uninterested. Perfect. I slid into a booth in the corner, Jason taking the seat across from me, his eyes scanning the room like a hawk.

"Whiskey," I told the waitress when she approached, "Make it the dirtiest you can."

Jason raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I didn't care. I needed something to dull the edges, to quiet the questions tearing me apart. The whiskey arrived minutes after my order, and I took a sip, letting it burn down my throat.

It didn't help, not really. My mind kept circling back to the cartel, to my parents, to Zane. Why did they kill my family? Why were they still after me? And why did Zane think I was one of them?

I leaned back, closing my eyes. I thought of Belinda. If anyone could help me piece this together, it was her. But she was out of reach, and I was alone, drowning in a past I couldn't grasp.

I took another sip, the burn sharper now, and glanced at Jason. He was looking at, the door, his posture rigid, ready to move at any sign of trouble as he took sips of his soda. "You think I'm a traitor, too?" I asked.

His eyes flicked to me, unreadable. "Doesn't matter what I think," he said. "My job's to keep you safe."

It wasn't an answer, but it was enough. I leaned forward, my elbows on the table, my head in my hands.

A man approached, his smile lingering too long. He was tall, with a leather jacket and an aura that screamed overconfidence. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, not waiting for an answer as he slid into the booth, his knee brushing mine.

I stiffened, my fingers tightening around the glass. Jason shifted at the bar, his posture tensing, ready to intervene. I caught his eye and shook my head, a silent plea to stay back. I didn't need a savior, not at that moment. I needed a distraction, something to pull me out of the spiral of Zane and the cartel and my own fractured identity. "Sure," I said forcing a small smile. "What's your name?"

"Jake," he said, leaning closer and my nostrils picked up his cologne. "And you're too pretty to be sitting here alone."

I rolled my eyes but let him talk about his job, his car and charming life. I nodded absentmindedly as I sipped my whiskey. I let it wash over me, a temporary shield against the questions since it was better than drowning in my own head. I laughed at one of his jokes, and for a moment, I almost forgot the weight of everything.

Then the air shifted, a sudden hush fell over the lounge, the jukebox stopped playing, and the crowd of patrons began to slip out, as if they had been given a silent signal.

I turned, and there he was... Zane walked in through the side door. His dark eyes locked onto me. My stomach dropped with dread and unwanted heat flooded me. How did he find me? This place was supposed to be a secret, like Jason had promised.

I shot a glare at Jason, who was already standing. His face was still unreadable but tense. Had he told Zane? Or had Zane tracked us somehow? The answer hit me like a slap...the car. Of course.

Zane was a billionaire, a cartel don with resources I couldn't fathom. A tracker on Jason's car would be child's play for him. He would never really let me out of his sight, did he? Even when he had left me with Jason, he had ensured he could find me. The realization made my blood boil with a fresh wave. The man was a control freak. He would never give it out.

Zane's gaze shifted to Jake, who was still talking, oblivious to the storm approaching. Zane's lips curled into a dangerous smirk, and he moved with predatory grace, closing the distance in seconds. "Get up," he said to Jake.

Jake froze, his smile faltering. "Hey, man, we're just..."

"Out," Zane snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument. He grabbed Jake's arm, hauling him from the booth with a strength that was both effortless and terrifying. Jake stumbled, muttering protests, but one look at Zane's face silenced him. Zane didn't even glance at me as he marched Jake to the door, shoving him out. The remaining patrons scattered, not one bothered to rescue Jake, even the bartender was suddenly busy polishing glasses.

Zane turned to Jason. "Everyone out, including you, Jason," he said, his voice a command that echoed in the now-empty lounge.

Jason hesitated, his eyes flicking at me, but he nodded and headed for the door, leaving us alone. I stood, my hands trembling, my heart pounding. Zane's eyes were on me now, dark and intense, and I recognized that look.

Lust.

The same look he'd had weeks ago when he had taken me apart, piece by piece, in a frenzy of need. The memory sent a rush of heat through me, my body betraying me even as my mind screamed at the violation of my freedom.

"How did you find me?" I demanded, "This place was supposed to be a secret."

Zane stepped closer, "You think you can hide from me, Sienna?" he said. "You think I would let you run?"

"You tracked the car, didn't you?" I snapped, my hands clenching into fists. "You don't trust me, so you put a leash on me. That's why you left me with Jason, isn't it? To keep tabs on me."

His jaw tightened, but he didn't deny it. "I'm trying to keep you alive," he said, his voice rough, his eyes burning into mine. "You have no idea what's out there, what they will do to get to you."

"And whose fault is that?" I shot back, stepping toward him, "You don't get to play the hero now."

"You let that guy touch you.," His eyes darkened with jealousy sparked by Jake's flirtation. He closed the distance between us, his body inches from mine, the heat of him making my skin prickle. "You let him sit there, smiling at you, like he had a chance."

I laughed but my body was betraying me, the memory of our night together flooding me with heat. "You don't own me, Zane," I said, but the words felt weak, drowned out by the pull between us. "I needed a distraction from all of this."

"You don't get to distract yourself with someone else," he growled, his hand cupping the back of my neck, his thumb brushing my pulse point. My breath hitched, my body responding despite my anger.

His lips crashed into mine, hard and claiming, and I melted into him, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. I should have pushed him away, should have fought the fire igniting under my skin, but I couldn't. I wanted him, needed him.

The lounge faded out of my view as he lifted me onto a table while his lips trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, and I arched into him, my nails raking down his back, losing myself in the only thing that felt real. The cartel and my past were all waiting, ready to tear us apart. But for now, I was going to let my bond to Zane Calloway take me away.

ZANE

Completely alone in the dingy-decorated lounge, I pulled Sienna with me until we got to the booth at the end of the room. It was a double size, enough to hold us both lying down. The state of the lounge was as awful as the environment. If the car tracker had not been attached to his car, I never would have guessed where she was. I was going to make Jason explain his reason for bringing her downtown. Where everything could go awry in seconds, with us being in the open and under the watchful eyes of the cartel.

I had gotten back to the house to talk with Sienna when I realized she wasn't home. That set off an alarm inside me. I suddenly felt an emptiness within me and all I wanted was to comb Los Angeles until she was found. Now that I had her in my grip, I felt like everything was perfect in my world again.

"What the heck, Zane?" She said, her voice distracting me from my thoughts. I wrapped my arms around her small waist and tugged her onto my lap. She let out a soft grunt and tried to fight her way out of my hold. It didn't work. It never worked. I was too strong for her. She glared at me for a second, momentarily accepting the situation, then settled her knees on either side of my thighs. I tucked my face into the curve of her neck and tightened my arms.

The sweet scent of this perfect woman overwhelmed me as I breathed her in. I couldn't quite put my finger on exactly what it was, but it always calmed me, and seeing her feel very at ease with the weird guy earlier unsettled me. What was that feeling? Jealousy?

I ran my hands down the back of her sweatshirt, then let them rest on her bare legs. My fingers toyed with the edge of her jeans. She tried not to giggle but leaned her neck to the side.

"Stop" she said, as she scooted her ass around in my lap. The movement sent a jolt of electricity to my groin and I sucked in a breath as my hands shot out to stop her. Her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion at my slightly pained face.

"Don't fight this, you can't stop it even when you try," I breathed as I lifted a thumb to smooth out the wrinkles between her brows. A light blush spread across Sienna's nose as she looked down and realized what I meant. I grimaced as I felt myself get harder underneath of her. I moved to take her off my lap but she clamped her hands down on my shoulders to stop me.

"I see," she said. Slowly, she lowered herself further onto my lap as she looked up at me. Her expression was no longer filled with panic, but mischievous. What was she up to?

I locked my jaw tightly as I felt the heat from between her legs through my jeans. My hands moved on their own accord to her sides as my thumbs ran over her delicate hipbones.

"Sienna..." I began but stopped short when she rocked her hips on top of me. "Fuck," I seethed. My reaction seemed to embolden her as she slipped her hands behind my neck and brought our lips together.

My control drained out of me as she sucked on my bottom lip. Fuck I loved it when she did that. Sienna, on top of me wanting control, was so fucking hot so I let her take the lead as her plump lips massaged my own. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I deepened the kiss.

My hand went to her curls as I slipped my tongue in her mouth. A shudder ran down my spine as she swirled her hips in my lap. I was rock-hard at the point, there was no way Sienna couldn't feel me pressing against her core. I so badly wanted to unzip my jeans and remove any fabric that separated us. I flexed my pelvis up into her and relished the moan that slipped from the back of her throat.

Our kiss became frantic as the tension in the air thickened. Our lips smashed together, and occasionally our teeth as we fought to keep a pace through the overwhelming need to have each other. Sienna seemed to have let go of any inhibitions as she ground into me. I groaned as my erection pushed against my jeans, dying to take her.

I dragged my lips along her jaw and flicked her earlobe with my tongue. The little sighs and mews of pleasure that poured out of Sienna's sweet mouth only egged me on. She stretched her neck, giving me more access, which I took advantage of. I sucked on the sensitive skin behind her ear as I used my hand to help her hip find a rhythm against my groin. I trailed my kisses down her neck, sucking and nipping on her pale skin.

I slipped my hands under the band of her jeans and played with the back of her panties. My mind went in a million different dirty directions as the soft lace brushed my fingers. I ran my hands over the globes of her ass and squeezed hard as I nipped her shoulder.

A gasp from Sienna made me worried that I had been too rough. I looked up quickly to apologize, but she arched her spine as her head lolled back. I was stunned for a moment at how unbelievably fucking beautiful she was. Her eyes were closed, so her lashes fanned out across her bright red cheeks. Her lips were swollen and glistening as they relaxed open. Her dark curls were wild as they fell down her back.

"You like that?" My voice was deep and gravelly as I stared intensely at her.

She opened her eyes and I could see the hunger swirling inside of her dilated pupils. "I need more," she whispered. The unusual husk in her voice made my breath come in heavily as I massaged her ass with my hands. Her eyes fluttered closed again as her teeth tugged at her bottom lip.

"Maybe we should stop," I said. Every nerve in my body recoiled at the thought, but I didn't want to move this fast with Sienna. She was still a mystery I needed to crack.

"No Zane, finish what you started," she sighed, grasping her little fists in my shirt. I licked my lips as I tried to think clearly. Sienna cupped my cheek in her small hand and smiled at me, "I trust you."

I flipped us over and dropped my hips between her legs as I reclaimed her lips. Her hands tightened on my shoulders as I pulled back and lifted my body off of her. I chuckled and gave her a quick kiss to let her know I wasn't going far. I settled on my side and slipped my arm under Sienna's head to hold her. She shuffled to turn on her side as well, but I stopped her, keeping her on her back.

I dropped my hand on her stomach and rubbed gentle circles as I moved my hand down and under her sweater. Her soft skin was hot against my palm as she wiggled and tried to sit up to kiss me again.

"Hey," I whispered as I nuzzled my face into her hair. "I let you have control, now it's my turn."

I licked my lips as Sienna dropped her head back against my arm and looked up at me. A breathy whimper escaped Sienna's lips and shot straight at my hard-on. I locked my body stiffly to stay in control. I brushed my hand down the curve of her stomach and slipped my fingers under the waist of her shorts. My breath quickened as I felt the soft skin of her mound under my hand. My eyes were locked on Sienna's face as her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth popped open.

I trailed my fingers down her slit and groaned when I felt how wet she was. Sienna's eyes flew open and she looked up at me with curiosity,. I dropped my face to hers and pressed a hard kiss to her lips. "You are so fucking wet," I mumbled against her mouth. She tried to deepen the kiss but I pulled back. I couldn't lose myself in her again, I had to stay in control.

A little pout pulled at Sienna's mouth, but it disappeared when I slipped my middle finger between her wet lips. The arm that was still under her head tensed as my brain began to fog up. I rubbed gently at Sienna's core with the palm of my hand until I felt her relax against me.

I used my middle finger to run Sienna's wetness up between her slits, leaving a trail of lubrication. I bit my lip hard as I moved slowly back and forth, never quite reaching her clit. Sienna's face was flushed red with heat as she wriggled in my arms. I watched her closely as I finally allowed my finger to brush past her pleasure point. I was rewarded with the sexiest image of her as her chest arched up towards me and her eyes rolled back.

I brushed gentle circles around her clit as I watched her lose herself. I had never been more engrossed in anyone else's pleasure than with Sienna. Hers was intoxicating. Heat flushed my neck as I quickened my pace, dipping my finger back to her wetness occasionally for more lubrication.

I could see Sienna losing control of her body as I continued to rub her core. She flexed her hips upwards, and I knew she was close. Her eyes flew open and stared up at me as her breathing became ragged. Every muscle in her body looked tight and tense as I put more pressure on her clit.

"Let go," I groaned in a low husky voice that I barely recognized.

I could see the moment Sienna's orgasm hit her. Her spine curved up and for a moment, she was still. She didn't even breathe. "I love you," she cried as she shattered. I slowed my pace but continued to rub her as she moaned and convulsed against me. My arm that was wrapped under her tightened as she rode out the pleasure against my chest.

I was mesmerized as I stared down at her body pressed against me.

I chuckled at her outburst. Sienna looked up at me with an embarrassed grimace. She recovered slowly as her breathing went back to normal. She tried to hide her face in her hands as I dropped a kiss on her forehead and continued to laugh.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You love me?"

Repeating the words felt even funnier and I burst into a hysterical laugh. It went on and on, and I couldn't stop it.

Sienna stared at me, waiting, but I couldn't stop even when I tried. She hastily grabbed her jeans and sweater. She was going to get off me when I reached out for her. Missing her arm by a second, but in my bid to quickly hold her, it was her locket my fingers caught. She pulled away and that made my grip on the chain get firm enough to snap and break.

"What!" She screamed as the chain broke off her neck, and the locket pendant on it fell to the ground. Our eyes followed the pendant as it rolled off the booth to the floor, shattering into two.

"You bastard," She cursed, jumping off me to the spot where the locket was. She picked up both pieces, and I saw a frown appear on her face.

"Really?" She whispered, turning the broken pieces over while she scrutinized them.

"What are those?"

"Not your fucking business" she said, putting the pieces into her palm, she walked over to the booth, grabbed her jean and sweater. She wore them hurriedly, and without a single glance in my direction, Sienna walked out of the lounge.

I sighed, adjusting my jeans, ready to go too.