Most of the soft sounds she makes are lost to me, and I hate being robbed of the opportunity to hear her little moans and gasps as she rides me. But I can still feel her breath mixing with mine. The tips of her fingers as they stroke my face. The shivers that pass through her body. Every single thing she does makes my soul glow.
“Yellow isn’t my favorite color,” I mumble into her lips as I assault them with vigor. “You are, mila moya.”
Chapter 25
One week later
Sienna
“What’s so important that you can’t stop looking at your phone?” I ask as Drago lowers his cell to the table for the tenth time in the last hour. “A business emergency?”
“Yeah.” He nods and, nonchalantly, reaches for his coffee.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Mm-hmm . . . If there is an emergency, why are we still sit
