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“This is your last chance to change your mind.” He lifted his hand, cupping my throat and giving it a slight squeeze before he ran his thumb over my lower lip. “You can walk out that door now, and we won’t go any further. We can figure out another solution.”
I stared into his cobalt gaze and for the first time since I came back, I saw the vulnerable boy I’d fallen so hard for. He’d always acted the part of the hard, overconfident man, but deep down he had his own demons and insecurities.
“I already said I accepted your offer.”
“From this moment on, this body.” He shifted until there was nothing separating us.
He gripped my waist, and then trailed the fingers on my throat down between my breasts and to my lingerie-covered crotch. “This pussy.” He grazed my clit, eliciting a moan. “Every sound of your desire will belong to me.”
His palm splayed over my abdomen. “As will the child I plan to put inside of you.”
I opened my lips to respond but nothing came out. Pierce stepped away from me, moving to the far end of the room near the cabinets.
I stood frozen.
This was it. I was now back in the world of those desires I’d tried so hard to repress.
He glanced over his shoulder. “I said, strip.”
His voice had changed to the thick timbre that caused my skin to tingle and breasts to swell. He took a seat in an armchair and watched me, not saying a word but ordering me to follow his directions or stuff the consequences.
I moved to a chaise, using the back to help me keep balance as I slipped off my heels. Slowly, I opened the threaded binding of my lace corset. Once it was off, I set it on the sofa. Next came my stockings and underwear. In a matter of minutes, I’d gone from Amelia Thanos, international sports promoter-manager, to Pierce Lykaios’s submissive.
“Now come here.”
Taking ginger steps, I walked toward him. His hooded gaze had my pulse jumping. When I was a foot from him, he settled his hands on my waist, pulling me closer. I caught myself from tumbling by clutching his shoulders.
He traced one of the tattoos on my hip.
It was the exact replica of the one he had on his hip. I’d convinced Pierce to get the symbol as a way to commemorate his six gold medals and name the press had given him as the American Poseidon.
He lifted his head, beautiful blue eyes locking with mine. There was pain and confusion warring in their depths.
“So I left a mark on you too.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.
He hadn’t a clue as to the marks he’d left on me. When we were younger, I reveled in the torrent of emotions I’d felt for him. Now it was like drowning with no way to escape.
About SiennaInspired by her years working in corporate America, Sienna loves to serve up stories woven around confident and successful women who know what they want and how to get it, both in – and out – of the bedroom. Her heroines are fresh, well-educated, and often find love and romance through atypical circumstances. Sienna treats her readers to enticing slices of hot romance infused with empowerment and indulgent satisfaction. Sienna loves the life of travel and adventure. She plans to visit even the farthest corners of the world and delight in experiencing the variety of cultures along the way. When she isn’t writing or traveling, Sienna is working on her “happily ever after” with her husband and children.