Siena bit her lip. She should have been afraid of him—the dangerous warning in his tone was darker than ever—but instead, her voice came out low and sultry, laced with need.
“Then tell me… or better yet, show me.”
Cristiano froze, caught off guard by her boldness. But before he could speak, she whispered again, breathless and defiant,
“Don’t hold back. I want you to claim me in every way. I’m yours, husband. You have every right to do anything you want to me… to my body.”
His chest rose sharply, his breath catching as his eyes darkened further.
“You… are… mine,” he murmured, almost as if spellbound.
“Yes…” she breathed, though he could see her reflection in the mirror, she turned her head slightly, bringing her face closer to his. “My body, my heart, my soul—my every breath—you have
