19
Sienna
"I am so sorry," I whisper. It sounds so inadequate.
I'd betrayed him, and before those who mattered to him. Now all I can feel is this compulsion to put things right.
"Let me make it up to you," I say, my voice soft.
His nostrils flare. Can he sense the conflicting emotions inside me?
The fury on his face gives away to a more assessing look. His eyes narrow, giving him a predatory aspect―one I associate with the Jace I’d heard about by reputation—the spoilt, eccentric multi-millionaire.
His eyes sear a path down my body, touching on the hollows of my throat, over my breasts, dipping down my waist, between my legs.
His intent clear.
I know he wants me.
I've been drawn to Jace from the moment I set eyes on him. I want to take him to bed. But is sleeping with him a last-d
