Chapter 5. Morning Make Out
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The cold metal against her warm skin made her scream, her eyes squeezing shut in horror.
She felt his breath—hot and heavy—fanning her face, and the unmistakable weight of his body pressing down on her.
Slowly, she dared to peek through her lashes… and froze.
She was lying beneath him—her husband—his solid, muscular body pressed against hers. Every inch of him hard, heavy, and far too close.
“f**k, you would’ve get killed yourself,” he muttered, his voice hoarse and thick with sleep, that deep, raspy accent somehow making it sound even sexier.
God. Now she understood what people meant when they said danger was seductive.
She was under threat, a gun still near her head… and yet, here she was, noticing how ridiculously hot he looked?
Great.
Just great.
Now it was official—her brain was broken.
“Don’t ever try that again, okay?” he rasped, and Siena’s eyes were drawn to the movement of his full, pink lips.
Her own parted instinctively—and the next moment, she felt the cold touch of the gun grazing her mouth.
Her breath caught. Her frantic eyes lifted to his, only to find his gaze pinned to her parted lips. Before she could even think to close her mouth, his lips crashed onto hers.
His lips locked onto hers, and his tongue pushed into her mouth with a fierce urgency. Siena’s eyes fluttered shut as a rush of sensation flooded her body, sparking straight to her throbbing core.
His hands slid to her hips, gripping her tightly, fingers brushing along her curves. She was lost in it—in him—as his teeth grazed her lips, sucking and nibbling with expert control. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, and his grip tightened instantly.
His kiss grew hungrier, more demanding. He was heavy on top of her, his body pressing her into the mattress, kissing her like he needed her breath to survive. Her head spun, chest heaving. She felt dizzy—like she was about to pass out. The sensation he was driving into her was too strong—so overwhelming.
Then, just as suddenly, the sharp ring of his phone broke the moment like glass shattering.
He pulled back in one swift motion, just as breathless as she was. His chest rose and fell, matching hers—but his face remained unreadable.
Without saying a word, he got off the bed, grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and walked out to the balcony to answer the call.
Siena remained where she was, staring up at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened.
That kiss.
Holy hell.
She fought the urge to groan loudly as she covered her face with her palms. She’d never been kissed like that before. Not even by Fabio.
And what terrified her the most… was she loved it.
What the hell was happening to her?
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Cristiano was still breathless, his heart beating loudly, as he answered the phone.
“Speak!” he barked without checking the caller ID. He was utterly frustrated that the call had interrupted him. His wife was melting in his arms, and he had been so close to reaching his goal.
The person on the other end momentarily forgot the reason for calling, startled by the threatening growl in the boss’s voice.
“B-Boss, it’s me, Rony. The consignment has arrived, and the dealer wants to meet you personally,” he stammered, tripping over his words.
“Tell him if he wants to do business with us, he doesn’t get to place conditions. Otherwise, the deal is off.” And with that, Cristiano ended the call.
He didn’t even wait for Rony to finish—his words were still half-formed when Cristiano hung up.
He took a deep breath before correcting his expression and returning to the bedroom. Siena was still on the bed, now tucked under the blanket, pretending to be asleep. But as soon as she heard his footsteps, she peeked through her slightly parted eyelashes.
Cristiano walked straight into the bathroom and emerged a while later with wet hair and water droplets sliding down his bare chest. A white, fluffy towel hung low on his waist.
Siena’s mouth went dry. Now she could finally see what she’d only caught glimpses of before—the ink peeking from under his sleeves. That tattoo started on his middle fingers, curled over the back of his hands, climbed up his veiny arms, spread across his broad shoulders, and dipped down his chest.
Holy s**t. This man was sinfully hot. That chest… those sculpted abs… she could actually count them. God help her, there were ten.
Was it even legal for a man to be this gorgeous? He could seriously give the Greek gods a run for their money.
He walked into the huge walk-in closet, and when he came out, he was dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt and tailored black pants, paired with matching handmade Italian leather shoes. A fitted waistcoat hugged his torso, holding a holster—and the sight alone made her breath hitch.
Who was she really married to?
But she didn’t have the strength to ask that question out loud. Her eyes squeezed shut as she continued pretending to be sound asleep.
Cristiano picked up his suit jacket and slipped it on with cold precision. Then, he left the room.
After the door closed, Siena threw the blanket off and sat up with a sigh of relief. She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed her mother’s number. There was so much she wanted to say—so much to ask and tell.
But the call rang and ended with no answer.
She tried again. Still no answer.
Then she dialed her brother’s number. Then her sister’s. Her father’s. One by one, she called every single person in her family.
No one picked up.
Her heart sank with a heavy, uneasy feeling. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Why were they all suddenly ignoring her?
Had they married her off just to get rid of her?
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