I stride through the casino with my hand clamped around Sienna’s arm, pulling her into my private elevator and away from the hands of that bastard.

What was she even thinking going out with a guy like that? Can't she tell bad news when she sees it?

I am absolutely disgusted by that mockery of date I saw down there. If Sienna thinks this is the only way to make money then she needs to be taught a lesson.

Someone has to show her how to protect herself.

Or at least step in and do her bidding for her.

Having her here with me goes against everything decision I tried to make with the best intentions. I vowed not to get wrapped up in her.

Fuck. She smells so delicious. I want to bury my face in her hair while I bury my cock deep inside her pussy.

I clench my jaw, trying to erase the images that won’t fucking stop coming.

She looks even more stunning than she did last night. Her body is tanned and tight like it is calling out for my touch. I want every perfect inch of her to beneath me. I want to push her up against this elevator wall taker her, claim her, just like I claimed her once before.

She's still the best I've ever had. I'll never forget that night and I don't want to. Right now I just want to retake what my body is fucking screaming is mine.

"What were you thinking?" I ask her with barely suppressed rage, lust coiling to the surface.

She looks at me like I have some nerve. "Who are you to question my motives? You're not even in my life anymore. You don’t control me."

It's not what she says but the way she says it. So defiant. Her tone has a biting quality that simultaneously turns me on, makes me want to control her, but that also stabs me right through the heart.

I left her, it's true, but I don’t think she has a clue about the real reason why.

That’s no excuse. My cock wants to make it all better. My mind doesn’t want to reason with what’s right.

I look away, not wanting my face to reveal my warring thoughts and the untamed hunger she draws from me. "It seems like I'm the only one here for you now. How did you expect to fend that guy off? Were you just going to leave with him?"

"Of course not!" She sounds indignant but from what I saw, she was in way over her head.

"I don't know how you could put yourself in that position. I mean, that lecherous old man was pushing the limits. Do you let every guy handle you like that these days as long as there’s something in it for you?"

She looks enraged. And then her hand flies up out of nowhere and she slaps me in the face. I stare at her in disbelief and put my hand to the burning skin.

Something about it turns me on, makes me crazy. I've never had a woman stand up to me like that.

It makes me want to turn her over my knee and punish her in my own way. I want to prove my dominance over her feisty little attitude, and I decide right then that I won't stop until she knows just how powerful I am.

"Aren't you a fiery little thing?" I say through gritted teeth.

She stares up at me unapologetically.

I did deserve it. I basically called her a whore, even though I know in my heart she's the farthest thing from it.

Still, I don't understand how she could sell herself like this for money.

I know she's just beginning to work as an escort and that she has no intention of sleeping with the men she dates for pay, but she doesn't know the business like I do.

Doesn’t know the men like I do. They're always going to try something.

They’ll always try to take things too far, and she needs a personal bodyguard to handle that safely.

She's like this innocent princess in a world of sharks. And this is especially true in Vegas.

"You deserved it," she says boldly, though her hands are shaking.

"I know."

My confession seems to appease her, and I hope we can let it go because my cock is straining hard against my pants and it's hard to contain.

She’s just upped the ante by standing up for herself like that.

Now I want her even more, and I always, always get what I want.

I know I shouldn’t be thinking like this. I told myself she was off limits.

Fuck, her goddamn brother showed up begging me to make her mine, and I told him no. But it’s getting harder to resist her with every second that passes.

Fucking finally, we reach the penthouse. I want to spread her over the dining room table and shove my cock into her over and over again to show her who’s really in charge, but I play it cool.

If I’m going to have her, I’ll seduce her first and then make her beg for it.

I casually walk up to the expensive backlit glass bar. "Want a drink?"

"Yes, please. Jameson."

She takes the liberty of inspecting my apartment, or rather, my deluxe penthouse bachelor pad. It's pure luxury and all male; there’s a not a hint of a feminine touch anywhere. It's all leather, chrome and wood.

Everything is perfect, situated to a tee, and that's how I like it.

I need to have control over every facet of my life, starting with where I lay my head at night and where I bring my women.

Those women never stay long, but I love seeing their shocked faces when they realize I live in a mansion on top of the most exciting city in the world.

I literally have it all at my feet.

Sienna sees this and tries to hide her reaction. I know she's as impressed as all the others have been even though she’s no stranger to luxury.

"Like what you see?" I meet her at the window and hand her a glass of the whiskey over ice.

"It's fine. I mean, I've seen better."

She's such a fucking liar. I want to laugh.

Although her brother is a politician with access to the world's most powerful leaders and her father’s company was worth a fortune before they lost everything.

There's no telling what she's seen.

I just know how much I want to show her. Fuck, she permeates my every thoughts in that maddening way where I can’t control myself. She’s a danger to me as much as I’m a danger to her.

I take a long, hard drink of the amber liquid and zero in on her, prepared for round two of battle.

"So, why are you escorting anyway? You know I think it's a bad idea."

She gazes at me with those golden eyes that haunt me.

"It's a good thing I don't really care what you think. I can do what I want, and I want to be an escort. End of story. I don't have to explain why."

I meet her defiant expression with my hardened gaze.

Fine. If she wants to play that way, I can play. I pick up my phone and send a quick text and then I shoot her a smug smile. Get ready for the fireworks.

"What did you just do?" She just can't help but ask.

"Oh, that?" I say nonchalantly. "I texted your boss. I now own you as my personal escort for the next thirty days."

"You what?" She's angry now, like I've hit a nerve. Her expression twists into a combination of fury and incredulity.

My lips curve up into a taunting smile, and I say, "You heard me."

It’s almost certainly a bad idea.

I refused Jax’s request, I denied myself twice already…yet here I am making sure she’s mine for the next thirty days.

I’m out of my fucking mind, I know.

But I refuse to let her be subjected to the perversions of the men who’d buy her. I tell myself I’m protecting her.

And while I’m at it, I might as well enjoy it.

"You wouldn't dare."

"I dare. It’s done"

She pulls her hand up to slap my other cheek, but this time I've seen her coming a mile away.

I catch her wrist and twist it so that she's curled into my chest, unable to escape.

"You're mine now. If you insist on being owned, I’m going to be the fucking one to own you."

"Let me go!" She says the words, but I can tell by her breathing, her flushed skin, her voice…she doesn’t want to be released. 

In fact, I feel the heat between us and I think it's time to make her admit she feels it too.

I pin her arms behind her back and wedge her between me and the window overlooking the vast heights of the city. My hips are pinned against her. She can't escape even if she wanted to. But I know she doesn’t want to.

She’s mine right now and she’s craving it like I do.

I have her right where I want her, though I didn't fully realize it until now.

I've missed her sexy body and that feisty spirit. Now I look forward to owning her body, mind, and soul for the next thirty days.

As for Sienna? Her eyes tell me she's just begging for it.

"You know, you might like being owned," I whisper.

The heat between us is so intimate and yet so fucking primal.

Sienna always delivers up something unexpected, and I can’t wait to find out what that is tonight, and every night that I want her thereafter.

This is going to be fucking good. So fucking good.

"No." She bucks against me, struggling to break free of my grasp, but I don't move a muscle. "You have me all wrong. I don't want this. I don't want you."

She says the words, but her body is quivering beneath mine. She may resist but I know I'm the one she wants.

"It's fine if you don't want me because I own you now. That's what you get for being an escort. You must secretly want to be owned."

"How dare you!" she continues to struggle. I push her back harder. And then I put both her wrists together with one hand and with the other I pull her chin up so she’s forced to look at me.

"Tell me you want this," I demand.

All I need is the green light to make her wildest dreams come true. Even though I’m commanding her body, holding her captive, I won’t make a move until she says so. I want her begging for it and she better fucking mean it. I’d never hurt Sienna no matter how goddamn much I crave her.

I don’t want her pain.

I want her pleasure.

I feel her hesitate. She stops struggling and I know she’s so close to giving into me at last.

I want to kiss her, hard and savage. I want to make her pay for driving me insane with this raging desire.

If she's going to sell herself, then she needs to know what it means to fully be owned.

By me.

She’s no virgin, but I need that trust she gave me all those years ago, placed in my hands like a total gamble…because she’s mine.

I am in control.

I need her to admit she likes it.

For tonight, she just needs to surrender, and I’ll claim her like we both crave.