Chapter 2
First Night
SIENNA
The sound of his belt hitting the floor felt louder than it should have.
Maybe because I was on my knees on cold marble, my pulse a war drum in my throat. Maybe because he didn't look at me like I was a girl anymore.
He looked at me like I was prey.
"You understand what you agreed to," he said, voice low, lazy, like he had all the time in the world to ruin me. "Say it."
"I agreed to be yours," I whispered.
"For?"
"One month."
He ran his fingers through my hair like he was testing the weight of it-then tightened his grip until I gasped.
"Try again."
"I'm yours for thirty days," I said, louder now, shame rippling under my skin.
He bent lower, eyes locking on mine, his grip firm in my hair.
"No, Sienna. You're mine for thirty nights. And they're goi
