Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 100

Sienna woke up in agonizing pain.

It wasn't a sharp sting, but a bone-deep ache, as if she had been run over by a freight train and haphazardly pieced back together.

She twitched her fingers, the electrifying numbness jolting her fully awake.

Opening her eyes, she was met with rough stone walls, the damp scent of moss flooding her senses.

The lighting was incredibly dim, the sky barely breaking dawn, with only a sliver of hazy gray light filtering in from the cave entrance.

Sienna sat up, realizing she was draped in an oversized men's dress shirt. She didn't need to ask who it belonged to.

The crisp, distinct masculine scent enveloped her, sending a furious blush racing across her cheeks.

She scrambled to her feet, frantically searching for her own clothes.

The second she moved, an unbearable wave of soreness wracked her body.

Her collarbones and neck were entirely covered in deep, undeniable marks of passion.

The chaotic memories of last night crashed into her mind like a tidal wave, every single explicit detail making her ears burn.

Snapping out of her daze, Sienna finally remembered the man lying next to her.

She turned her head. Jarred was sound asleep beside her. His striking, typically razor-sharp features were softened in slumber, looking incredibly peaceful.

Sienna's brows instantly knitted together, a spike of pure irritation flaring in her chest.

Ever since she realized Jarred harbored an undying obsession for his first love, Celeste, she had deliberately kept her distance, avoiding any form of intimacy.

If she hadn't been drugged out of her mind last night, totally devoid of free will, she would never have slept with him.

But on second thought, it wasn't a total loss.

Jarred possessed a ridiculously aristocratic, drop-dead gorgeous face, paired with a towering, god-like physique. And as a former SWAT captain, his stamina was off the charts.

He was wildly gifted in bed, boasting perfect features and a flawless body. Technically, she was the one who scored.

Pushing away the chaotic thoughts, Sienna quickly threw her clothes on.

Her jacket was the only thing left, pinned firmly underneath Jarred's sleeping form.

She reached out to tug it free, but the moment her fingers brushed his arm, a terrifyingly high heat seared her skin.

The unnatural, burning fever felt like touching a literal furnace.

Sienna gasped in shock, immediately pressing her palm to his forehead.

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