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“He’s not available, either.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I haven’t said who.”
“Doesn’t matter. None of my men are free. Contain your sunny attitude, it won't do any good around here.” Drago’s jaw is set in a tight line, and his nostrils are flaring.
“Why?”
He grabs the back of my chair and leans forward until his cheek brushes mine. “Because I’m the only man who’s going to bathe in your sunshine, Sienna,” he says next to my ear. “No one else.”
He pulls back and glares at me. Someone is jealous, it seems, and trying very hard not to show it.
“And areyouavailable tomorrow?” I ask.
He clenches his jaw even more. “No.”
“Too bad. I’ll have to try to find someone else then.” I take my plate and stand up from the table. “Good night.”
The weight of Drago’s eyes on me is heavy as I make my way to the kitchen, and then again when I return and leave the dining room. Once I reach my bedroom, I take a quick shower and head to the mountain of stuff I keep on top of the dresser. There’s only one small closet in this room, and it doesn’t fit all of my clothes. I’m rummaging through the pile in search of pajamas when the door behind me bursts open.
Startled, I yelp and spin around. Drago is standing at the threshold, his eyes locked on the towel I’m clutching around myself. It’s a rather small towel. I wait until his gaze moves to my face and innocently bat my eyelashes at him. “You’re early. I’m still awake, so please come back in an hour.”
He covers the distance between us in several long steps and places his hands on the dresser, caging me. His breathing is labored and the muscles on his neck are taut. He’s angry.
I loosen my grip on the towel and let it fall to the floor, but Drago’s stare stays fixed on my face. I reach out and slowly undo a button on his shirt. And then another. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even flinch as I work through the rest. Next, I lower my hands to undo the button and zipper of his jeans, then hook my thumbs on the waistband and tug his pants, along with his boxer briefs, down, releasing his hard cock.
A low growling sound leaves his lips, but he remains still even when I lick his exposed chest. The self-restraint this man has is unmatched. Circling my arms around his neck, I lift onto my tiptoes.
“I miss you, Drago.”
With a swipe of his arm, clothes from the dresser behind me fly to the side. Drago grabs my thighs, lifts me, and slams my ass down on the cleared-off top.
Wetness pools between my legs as he slides his hands behind my knees, jerking me forward. His cock enters me in one swift thrust. I suck in a breath. Like I’ve been underwater and just broke the surface, gasping for air.
He stands perfectly still, not moving a muscle, while I revel in the sensation of his cock lodged within me. I tighten my arms and legs around him and take another deep breath. My pussy muscles contract around his thickness as it swells even more.
I look up and meet his gaze. He’s not just mad. Based on the look in his eyes, he’s consumed with fury. Leaning forward, I place a light kiss on the edge of his clenched jaw. Then one more, closer to his lips which are tightly pressed together. Other than our breathing, the ticking of a clock somewhere in the room is the only sound that breaks the silence.
I hook my feet together behind his back, but Drago remains motionless. It’s a punishment. Or that’s what he probably believes. Nine beats. Ten. He tilts his head slightly to the side and inhales. My legs are shaking. I’m going to come just from the feel of his cock inside me. Fifteen beats. Not even his hands move, they are still clutching the back of my knees. It’s a duel—his need to fuck me versus his will to have me punished. Eighteen. Nineteen.
“Drago,” I say next to his ear.
He sucks in a breath. The next second, he pulls out and slams inside of me again. And again. I let go of his neck and grip the edge of the dresser, clinging to the wooden surface as he pounds into me. Each thrust is harder, and faster.
The lights are on, so I can see anger war with satisfaction on his face as he plows into me like a madman. Breath leaves me in short bursts. He pulls my leg up with his left hand while the other slips around my nape, squeezing my hair. My whole body trembles, and I pant, staring into his lust-filled eyes. The dresser bangs against the wall behind me with each thrust of his hips. There are fifty people in this house, and I’m pretty sure every one of them can hear us. And I don’t give a damn.
“Say my name again!” Drago bites out as he keeps up his thrusts.
I tilt my chin up, lips tightly pressed together. His temporal vein is pulsing, and his muscles strain. The grip on my hair intensifies, canting my head back.
“Fucking say it, Sienna.”
He’s pounding me so hard that I probably won’t be able to walk tomorrow. There is no sign of indifference now. He’s losing it completely. I fucking love it.
“Drago!” I scream as my orgasm erupts while I’m lost in his eyes.
They look almost feral as he buries himself fully and explodes. He keeps his tight clasp on my hair and holds my gaze as his warm cum fills me.
Silence reigns again, fractured only by the sounds of our heavy breathing and the ticking clock.
