Greed.

Mania.

Hunger.

Madness.

Sienna evokes a thousand conflicting sensations within me. I want to own her. I want to possess her. I want to make her mine.

In that same barrage of primal urges, I know on a logical level that I need to get as far away from her as I can.

She’ll be my undoing. She makes me weak. I can’t afford to be weak.

Not anymore.

I want to punish her for making me feel this way, for dredging up all the memories that I’ve fought against for so long.

What I really need to do is send her right out that door.

I know that I can’t. That I won’t.

Sienna’s mine now. For the next thirty days, I own her.

The thought makes my cock throb, almost painfully.

The way she completely surrendered to my touch, let me ravage her hot, tight little pussy, makes me wild.

I want to shove her dress up and drill my cock into her until neither one of us can think anymore. Fuck thinking. I need to be inside her. Everything will make sense when I fill her up with my cock and hear her soft little moans.

Sienna fights against my restraining grip, trying desperately to free her hands.

“I said I’m not done with you yet,” I whisper, my voice tense with the thin grasp of control I have left.

I know she doesn’t want to get away from me. Her eyes drop to my hips that still have her pinned, to my cock that’s demanding to be freed. “Leo,” she whimpers. “I want to see you. I want to touch you.”

Fuck.

My sweet, innocent girl from years ago is gone. In her place is a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Right now, what she wants is me.

This shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. I shouldn’t be ready to give her whatever she wants if she’ll just make those hot little noises again, calling out my name in a blissed out cry of pleasure.

I click my tongue and cock my head, my eyes burning into hers. “How soon you forget. I’m the one calling the shots here, Sienna. I own you.”

Her eyes flare at my words, her pupils dark and dilated. She likes the sound of that, even if she’ll never admit it.

“I’m not a whore for you to fuck whenever you want.”

I chuckle. Her breathy, needy voice does nothing to convince me that I’m wrong. I’m not in the business of being fucking wrong. I am in the business of owning her and she is going to admit it. “But you are mine.”

Mine.

The word echoes in my head, a primal chant demanding that I claim her. She may have become my escort by default, but I’m going to make sure every second of the next thirty days counts.

My hips surge forward again, and she lets out a low, throaty moan. “Leo…”

“Tell me you’re mine.” I order.

Her mouth drops open, the words suspended as she wages an internal struggle. I can see it all over her face. She wants more of this, but she’s still fighting for control. She doesn’t want to give me the upper hand.

I fucking love it.

Yeah, I like to be in charge and call the shots…but so many women submit to me all too easily.

There’s no challenge.

It’s completely different with Sienna. If challenge were a woman, my golden fucking temptress is that woman.

There’s no doubt she wants me, but she’s fighting it off as hard as she can, even after I just made her come all over my hand.

“You taste delicious,” I whisper, lowering my mouth to her neck, scraping my teeth along her flushed skin.

Her pulse pounds beneath my mouth, and I flick my tongue over the hollow of her throat.

Then because I want to see what she does, I loosen my grip on her wrists, giving her full use of her hands for the first time since I pushed her up against this glass.

Her fingers go straight for my head, tangling in my hair as I lick lower. Over the top of one tit, down into her cleavage that I really want to shove my cock into.

I groan at the image of fucking those glorious tits and spraying cum all over her.

Jesus, she’s making me crazy. I drop my head and capture her nipple in my teeth, biting down hard through the thin fabric of her dress.

She cries out again, and I bring my hand back to her pussy in time to feel more of her hot, sweet juices gush out. I swipe my fingers through it then lift them up between us as I raise my head to watch her reaction.

Her eyes flick between me and my cum-coated fingers, her mouth open as she practically pants with lust.

My gaze trained on her, I run my sticky fingers over her lips, painting them with her own arousal.

When her pink little tongue flicks out, I about fucking lose it. Without thinking, I shove my fingers deep in her mouth, so deep I’m sure she’ll gag. I want her to gag. I want to imagine she’s gagging on my thick cock.

Her eyes water, but she doesn’t struggle. Instead, she surprises the fuck out of me by swirling her tongue around my fingers, lapping up every drop of her own cum. Her muffled moans make my cock twitch.

I know she feels it because her eyelids drop halfway, hooded with drugging lust.

Sienna’s hands are back on my belt, working quickly. Probably hoping I won’t stop her again.

I wait until she has my pants and boxer briefs shoved down around my hips before I pull my fingers from her mouth and clamp them around her wrists again, holding them inches away from my throbbing cock.

“Goddammit, Leo,” she bites out in frustration, her eyes wild. She even stomps her foot on the ground, and I laugh.

“I told you to tell me you’re mine.”

I know it’s a dangerous game I’m playing, forcing her to say these things to me.

I can’t help it if I wanted to. I’ve wanted to hear it for ten fucking years, and right now I have her so horny I know she’ll say anything to get my cock inside her.

Sienna narrows her eyes. “I’m yours,” she says.

I drop her wrists instantly, and her fingers wrap around my shaft. My eyes close and I groan at the sensation of her soft hands on my steely cock.

“For tonight,” she adds.

My eyes snap open, and she’s fucking smirking.

I shake my head. Should have known she’d try to keep some semblance of control.

I start to tell her that’s not good enough, but then she starts stroking my cock, tugging and twisting her hand just fucking right, and I give in. It feels too goddamn perfect and I’ve wanted this for so long.

Fine. I’ll give her this one.

“Well played, Ms. Reid,” I say, bracing my hands on the glass on either side of her head as she continues to work me over.

Now that she has the upper hand, she seems determined to keep it.

Sienna drops to her knees in front of me, one hand still wrapped around my cock, the other cupping my balls. I smirk when she pauses for a moment, her eyes going wide when she sees up close and personally just how much I’m actually packing. She swallows, and the bob of her throat makes me impossibly harder. I want to see her swallow my cock as I pour hot jets of cum down her throat.

With a growl, I grip her head, wrapping my fingers in her silky blonde hair, and take advantage of the fact that her mouth is gaping.

I shove my cock right past her pretty lips until the tip rams into the back of her throat. This time she does gag, and I grin in satisfaction. But she barely bats an eye. She takes it all, flattening her tongue and hollowing out her cheeks as she creates a suction around me that threatens to make me blow my load right the fuck now.

Looking down at her with her lips stretched tight around my thick shaft, it takes every last shred of self-restraint to maintain control.

For years—fucking years—I’ve imagined what it would be like to have Sienna’s mouth wrapped around my cock.

The actual sight of it is a million times better than I ever could have hoped. It feels so fucking good.

In a goddamn heartbeat, I feel my balls tighten and a tingle start at the base of my spine, spiraling out as I feel myself getting ready to explode.

My grip on her head tightens and I fuck her mouth harder and faster, torn between the need to empty my cum down her throat and the need to draw this out as long as possible.

Indecision wars within me, but in the end, I don’t have a choice.

Because just as I start to pull out, Sienna shakes her head slightly, her eyes looking up at me while she takes my massive cock in her mouth. Then she swallows, her throat massaging my cock in a way that leaves me totally at her mercy.

Combined with the vision of her gorgeous face staring up at me, her eyes dark and hungry with desire, I don’t stand a chance. I let go of her head and brace myself again on the glass wall, then empty myself down her throat as the almost violent orgasm rips through me.

I’m left gasping for breath as I stare down at her. When she’s swallowed every last drop of cum, she pulls my cock from her mouth, licking the dripping tip for good measure, then stands up. Her breath is ragged and her golden hair is wild from where my hands were tangled in it, but there’s no mistaking the look of satisfaction on her face.

“Or, Mr. Asher,” she smirks, “perhaps it’s you who’s mine.”

Then she starts to step aside as if she’s done here.

I growl. This fucking girl is going to be the death of me.

I’m the one in charge. Always.

So why does her need to maintain some bit of control have my cock already—or still, really—rock hard and ready to go again?

I grab her dress and yank it up, exposing her pussy. And fuck, it’s so pink and swollen and glistening. I drag my eyes away from it for a moment to pin her with a hard glare.

“Still not done with you.”

I grab her by the hips and lift her up, this time trapping her against the glass with nothing but my rock-hard torso. Then I slam my cock inside her.