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Sienna’s breath hitches. I stretch her slightly, then curl my fingers up, finding her hidden spot, and press a little harder. She closes her eyes and moans as her body trembles.
There is nothing more beautiful than seeing her like this. Unguarded. Without pretense. Mine. She might lie with her words, but her body always tells me the truth. I remove my fingers and position myself at her entrance, slipping only the tip of my cock inside. Sienna’s eyes snap open, searing into mine. Her green-painted nails dig into the skin of my arms.
“It’s okay, baby.” I lower my head until our foreheads touch as I slowly slide into her. “I’m in love with you, too.”
A strangled gasp leaves her lips as she takes all of me in. Her eyes stare into mine from beneath her dark half-lowered lashes and wisps of hair that have fallen over her face. It’s as if she is still trying to hide from me. I reach out and sweep the silky locks away, then caress the satin-like skin of her cheek with the tips of my fingers.
“No more hiding from me,” I say as I pull out and immediately slam back into her. “Do we have a deal?”
For a moment, sheer panic crosses Sienna’s face. I bury my fingers in her hair and pin her with my gaze. “I love every side of you,mila moya. I love you when you laugh, but I also love you when you’re sad. I love you angry—pissed off and determined.” Dipping my head even lower, I growl, “I even fucking adore when you threaten to shoot me.”
“You’re crazy.” She laughs while a single tear slides down her cheek.
“Trust me, there isn’t a sexier sight than my wife pointing a gun at me while wearing a gold tutu and fur slippers.”
My next thrust makes her pant. I quicken my pace, pounding into her and making the headboard bang into the wall along with my movements. “Promise me that you’ll try.”
“I promise.”
Hard, fast knocking breaks the silence of the night. I open my eyes and sit up in bed. The room is completely engulfed in darkness, not even moonlight pierces the gloom. The door screeches open—the sound so much louder than it should be. A figure of a man stands in the doorway. I can’t see his features, only his shape outlined by the light spilling from the hallway.
“Sienna,” the man says. My brother’s voice.
“Arturo? What are you doing here?”
He opens the door wider, and the strip of yellow light falls onto Drago’s side of the bed. It’s empty.
“I need to tell you something, Sienna.”
My lower lip trembles. No. “Get out!” I scream and leap off the bed, intending to run over and close the door, but my steps are sluggish like I’m treading through water. Everything is happening in slow motion.
“I need you to be strong now,” Arturo’s voice continues. It’s distorted somehow as if it’s coming from a deep dark pit. I still can’t see his face.
“Shut up! Shut! Up!” I yell as I force myself toward the door. Just a few more feet and I’ll reach it.
“I’m so sorry, Sienna.”
I freeze with my hand outstretched. My knees buckle and I hit the floor.
“Your husband is dead.”
Ringing fills my ears, getting stronger until I can’t take it anymore. I press my hands over my ears and scream.
“Sienna! Wake up!”
I blink. Drago is lying on top of me, holding my face between his palms.
“I had a nightmare,” I choke out.
“I could see that. What was it?”
There is so much concern in his eyes. I reach out to trace his furrowed eyebrows and stroke the tip of my finger down his nose to his tightly pressed mouth. My hand is trembling and my heart is beating at supersonic speed. I know it was just a dream, but I can’t shake off the terror.
“I dreamed that all my clothes and shoes turned white.” I tilt my chin and place a kiss on his lips. “It was awful.”
Drago narrows his eyes at me. It’s clear he doesn’t believe me. I thread my fingers through his hair and press my face to his chest, breathing in his scent.
“Sienna.”
