Jonquil

"Stop—" The word barely formed before his grip adjusted, tightening just enough to keep me where I was. The kiss deepened, pinning me still as his tongue slid inside my mouth and demanded for a response. My breath caught, oxygen thinning as his hand started to move on my body—sliding down my hips, grabbing my legs and pulled me closer than I allowed. My pulse spiked as I remembered where we were. "Nate—" He didn't stop. If anything, my resistance only sharpened something in him. His hand moved between my legs and cupped my core. He groaned over my lips. "I can f*ck you here," Nate whispered against my lips. "You're f*ck*ng wet, Sienna. You're so ready for me—" "Stop—" I gasped when his fingers slid inside my panties. "Nate.. oh—" Two fingers filled my entrance swiftly. I grabbed on his sleeve as he shoved his fingers even deeper inside me. "F*ck, Sienna—" he hissed and crashed his mouth on me. Nate moved his fingers in and out of me, and I whimpered in pleasure and panic that someone might see us here. "Nate…" I moaned. "Please—" "Please, what?" he asked, fingers moving faster inside me. "F*ck—" I tightened my grip on his shoulders and spread my legs even wider. "Nate—" My knees weakened and I started to shake as the pool of heat started to form under my navel. Nate held my body even tighter, making sure I won't fall with every thrust of his fingers. As his strokes became faster and harder, I buried my face on his chest. And with one more shove of his fingers, my whole body shook and I climaxed— Right there, in the middle of a dark corridor, with my husband's friend. *** After witnessing her husband's betrayal, the perfect wife Sienna drowns herself in a bar, contemplating a hookup to numb herself. But unexpectedly, her husband's friend Nate shows up, drives away her would-be one-night stand, and demands that she sleep with him: "Think about it. If you sleep with me tonight, it's not just about pleasure, Sienna. It's about power. It's about making him feel something he hasn't yet—the sting of betrayal by someone he trusted."

"F*ck," he muttered in a low curse as he withdrew himself from me. I blinked, still dazed by the aftermath of the bond. "Wait..." I managed to whisper, my voice raspy. I slowly turned around, but by the time I sat up and looked toward the doorway, he was already gone, leaving me alone and naked. A cold feeling settled deep in my stomach, quickly replacing the warmth of the mark on my neck. My mind reeled in shock. He had just marked me. He had just taken my body, bound our souls together, and then walked out without a single word. He didn't even ask for my name. He didn't tell me his. The image of Kael standing over my sister, looking at me with total indifference, flashed vividly in my mind. A bitter, painful realization struck me right in the chest. He was just like Kael. He was just another irresponsible mate who took what he wanted and walked away when he was done. *** Three days before her eighteenth birthday, Sophia caught her boyfriend, Kael, in bed with her own sister. Without a flicker of guilt, he called off their mating, declaring that Olivia was his true mate. Years later, Sophia is a single mother with a secret past and a cold, powerful Alpha CEO for a boss. Ronan Hawthorne built his empire on control. And he has reason to suspect that the quiet woman at his side is carrying more of his past than either of them is willing to admit. As enemies close in and an old betrayal resurfaces, a bond neither of them expected begins to awaken. He was supposed to be her enemy's Alpha. She was supposed to be beneath his notice. But fate doesn't ask permission. Betrayed by the mate she chose. Marked by the one she was always meant for.