Page 74 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

“You’re all mine,” I murmur.

“Fuck,” Jayce mutters.

“I like the idea,” I whisper, running my tongue up his neck. The pain has subsided momentarily, but I’m so turned on; I need him inside of me. Can’t he smell how much I need him?

Another rough growl escapes Jayce, but he’s moving again. I smile when I notice we’re close to his bedroom door, so I swing my legs down from where his arm is hooking them as he holds me, and instead of twisting lithely, I wrap them around his waist. A moan leaves me when I feel his hard cock against my ass.

“Oh fuck, Jayce,” I whisper hornily as I grip his jaw, his stubble feeling good against my fingertips, admiring how beautiful he is. Through the haze, I look into his dazzling blue eyes and smile seductively. Gone is my glamour, and I love how he’s reacting to me.

I bite my lip as another jolt rushes through me. All I need is for him to fuck me.

“If you’re pissed, you can hate fuck me?” I pout.

“You need to get in the bath,” he says tightly as he tries to unlatch me from around him, but I only tighten my hold.

“Make me,” I growl in frustration. I am not letting him go.

I’m being irrational; I know that, but…

“Sienna… you don’t want this,” he says quietly as I lean forward and he’s forced to stagger back against the wall. I smile; he’s weaker than usual; I guess that helps.

“I said I do,” I clarify with a pout.

“I asked you… And you said no.”

I say no to Jayce… I laugh, but it ends in a whimper when pain jars through me.

“I would never say no to you,” I whisper. For a moment, his eyes turn green, and in that moment, I come back to reality again.

What am I doing?

“I’m sorry,” I say as I quickly let go of him, almost falling to the floor, but his arm catches me around the waist, and he lifts me bridal style once more.

“Come on, let’s get you in the bath.”

I nod, unable to look at him, ashamed of myself. I’m making things harder for him again.

Stop being selfish, Sienna.

He carries me to the bathroom and places me on the edge of the tub that’s already filled with ice, and the cold tap is running at full blast. The bath is already half full. Now that I pay attention, my entire body is on fire.

I pull off the hoodie I’ve been wearing all day, leaving me in the sports bra, as Jayce kneels before me, and it takes me a moment to realise he’s removing my shoes.

I try to stop him, but he ignores me.

Through the hunger of how much I want to pull him close and kiss him, I know I’ve hurt him. In that very last moment when Jayce figured out that I was doing what I was doing because of Helios, a ray of hope had ignited within me. But then he threatened Jayce if I defied him.

I open my mouth, wanting to tell him because I just want him to forgive me.

He looks up at me, the concern in his eyes poorly masked, and I realise I can’t do it.

I can’t guilt-trip him into forgiving me.

“Grandma is looking for the injections and will bring them over immediately,” he says quietly as another agonising spasm rushes through me. How can a person feel so much pain and yet be so fucking turned on at the same time?

Realising I’m in pain, he rubs his hands up and down my arms, the sparks soothing the pain.

I nod as I stand up slowly and pull my sweatpants down. Jayce looks away, his nostrils flaring. This is hard for him, too. Jayce offers me a hand, helping me into the tub.