Begging for a Second Chance (Sienna Sloan and Jarred Sterling) novel Chapter 25

Sienna stared at him, openly amused. "What? Did I strike a nerve?"

"You never know when to shut your mouth!" Jarred was visibly fighting back his temper. "You could twist black into white if you wanted to."

Sienna dropped the smirk. "Black or white, it doesn't matter. What matters is that in less than half a month, our contract expires.

Whether you want to or not, you're signing those papers, and I will finally be free of you."

With that, she tried to yank her hand back, but his grip only tightened into an iron vice.

"Free?"

Jarred reacted as if the word had physically burned him. His anger morphed into a terrifyingly dark chuckle, his eyes swirling with an intensity she couldn't decipher. "You're begging to be taught a lesson!"

Before she could process the threat, he leaned down and scooped her into his arms!

"Jarred! Put me down!"

Sienna screamed, but she was trapped securely against his chest as he closed the distance to the bed in three long strides, crashing down onto the mattress with her.

His heavy frame covered hers, enveloping her in his scorching heat.

His lips descended with purely punitive intent, effectively swallowing every word of protest she had left.

Sienna's mind instantly flashed with the image of him pressing intimately against Celeste just moments ago.

The thought that his mouth had likely been on another woman sent her stomach into a violent churn, nausea creeping up the back of her throat.

"Mmph... Get... off!"

She thrashed wildly beneath him, shoving her hands desperately against the solid wall of his chest.

In one swift motion, Jarred grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them above her head, his free hand expertly sliding beneath the hem of her shirt.

The rough, calloused pads of his fingers traced the soft skin of her waist, trailing downward.

"Jarred... don't you dare!"

Mortified and furious, Sienna drew her knee up to kick him, but he easily suppressed her movement with his own leg.

His burning lips traced the line of her jaw, trailing down the column of her neck, leaving damp, scorching heat in their wake.

His wandering hand grew increasingly brazen, sparking an undeniable, panic-inducing rhythm that plucked at her most sensitive nerves.

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