“Cris…” she breathed out, finally managing to free her lips from his bruising kiss. “Someone might walk in—”
But Cristiano didn’t even seem to hear her. His hungry mouth crashed back onto hers, more desperate this time, swallowing her protest before it could escape.
“Bed…room,” Siena tried again, her words muffled against his lips. But he gave her no chance to finish. His mouth clamped down wholly on hers, devouring, relentless.
He kissed her with such desperate longing, as if he would never let her go—hard and rough, as though she were his favorite meal and he was starving for her.
His hands slid down, fingers tracing the soft skin of her thigh before daring higher, until he brushed against her wet cunt.
Panic fluttered in her chest, and she tried to turn her head away, gasping, “
