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“I guess I am.” I slam into her from below and one of the stitches gives away.
My name leaves Sienna’s lips, a scream, probably, since I catch a part of it. I watch her as she rolls her hips, each move bringing me closer to the brink.
The door to the room suddenly flies open, and a nurse rushes inside. Yeah, it was definitely a scream. The woman’s eyes bulge at the sight of us, her hand flying to her mouth in shock.
“Out!” I snarl. “Now!”
The nurse crosses herself and, turning on her heel, hightails it out of the room.
“Drago,” Sienna pants as she rides my cock. “Did someone just walk in on us?”
“Of course not,mila moya.” I move my hand to her pussy and press my thumb on her clit. “Now, come for me, my sparkling star.”
Sienna throws her head back, her body shaking as her muscles spasm.
“That’s my girl,” I groan and explode into her, all the while feeling a few more stitches break.
Chapter 24
Two months later
“Seat belt first, Sienna.”
Trying my best to keep my face serious, I strap myself in and place my hands on the wheel.
“You turn on the ignition here.” Drago points to the button on the right side of the dash, then moves his hand to the shift lever. “We’re in park now. You need to press the brake and gear into drive.”
My resolve slips, and I feel my lips tilt upward. While I’m not a super proficient driver, I know very well how to start a car.
When I asked Drago to teach me to drive all those months ago, we weren’t on speaking terms, and I was just looking for a way to spend some time alone with him. After everything that happened since then, it completely slipped my mind, until today.
Drago has been so stressed lately, going around with a scowl on his face, trying to catch up on all the work after spending weeks recuperating from being shot. So, after lunch, I decided it was time to do something fun and asked him to finally give me that driving lesson. And I conveniently withheld the fact that Arturo taught both me and Asya to drive when we were sixteen.
“Make sure you check the rearview and side mirrors before you pull out,” he continues.
“Oh, I already checked my makeup. I’m good.”
Drago narrows his eyes at me. “To make sure no one is behind or beside you, Sienna. Not to reapply your lipstick.”
“Oh, sure.” I chuckle. “How about we wash the windshield first? Where’s that thingy that sprays water?”
“The windshield is fine as it is. Put your right foot on the gas ped—” He looks down at my feet. “Jesus Christ, Sienna.”
“What?” I ask when his eyes meet mine, an incredulous look on his face. “You told me to put on comfy footwear.”
“You’re not learning to drive in four-inch heels.”
“Why? These are my favorite boots. Super comfy. See?” I turn on the ignition, shift, and step hard on the gas. The car lurches forward.
“Jebote!” Drago roars and grabs the steering wheel. “Stop! Now!”
I ease off the gas and apply the brake, stopping just a foot from Beli’s flower bed. “That went well, didn’t it?”
Drago’s eyes wrinkle at the corners as he watches me. His lips are pressed tightly together, as though he’s barely containing a burst of laughter.
“Yes, it was fine, baby. Shift in reverse and back up a bit.” He lays his hand over mine on the shifter and guides it into gear, then moves his palm to my leg. “Press the gas lightly.”
“Okay.” I drive to the starting point, but, on purpose, stop later than I should. The back of the car ends up inside a juniper shrub.
