Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
But damn, Noah’s ego took a hit.
His girl was a cheating bitch, but somehow, we paid the fucking price.
Maddox and I made a run for it when the cops came to the scene. I’m sure Daddy Bennett is going to get a call soon. Oh well, fuck it. Damage is done now.
It’s not the first time, anyway.
I pass Cole’s room. I’m half-tempted to knock on his door, to check on him. Like I do every night. But the thought quickly leaves. It’s really late; he’s probably already asleep.
I get to my room, but halt at the doorway when I see who is inside.
Sienna is sitting on the edge of my bed, waiting. “You’re injured.” She gasps, standing up at the sight of my bloody shirt. Her hand goes to her mouth, her eyes round in surprise.
With a grunt, I shove my door closed and lock it. My mood is instantly soured.
“What happened? Did you get into a fight again?”
“Something like that,” I grumble under my breath.
“Wait here and take your shirt off. I’ll get the first-aid kit,” she orders.
“It looks worse than it is.” I watch as she walks comfortably into my adjoining bathroom. She rummages through my drawers and then walks back out with the kit.
Sienna silently points to the bed. “Sit. Shirt off.”
I roll my eyes, before dragging the bloodied shirt over my head. She gasps again, taking in the damage. Jesus Christ, can she get any more fucking annoying?
I sit on the edge of the bed and she stands beside me, in order to get a better view of my injuries. “There are some broken shards stuck underneath your skin. Don’t worry, I’ll get them out.”
I merely grunt in response.
She uses tweezers to remove all the broken glass, and I fight to hold in my painful grimace. I have a high pain tolerance, but damn, this burns. I wonder if I poured some of my father’s expensive whiskey on it, if it would numb the pain.
Once she’s done, she finishes cleaning the wound with antiseptic wipes and then bandages my shoulder. “You’re welcome,” she says, with major haughtiness in her voice.
“Thanks,” I mutter under my breath. I really hate being fucking indebted to her.
This will be the second time now.
“You really need to stop getting into fights,” she lectures me, as if she has every right to do so. “I think that Coulter boy is a bad influence. Every time you hang out with him, there’s always some kind of drama that follows you two.”
My hackles immediately rise, feeling defensive of both Maddox and myself. Sienna doesn’t know shit. She doesn’t understand shit. “You’re not my mother.”
The moment the words are out of my mouth, I know it was the wrong thing to say. I spoke the truth, but the timing was wrong.
Sienna places her index finger under my chin and lifts my head up, so that I’m staring at her face. There’s a coy smirk on her lips — shameless and insincere.
Her thumb brushes along the length of my jaw. “You’re right, I am not your mother.”
Sienna leans down, bringing her lips closer to mine. I feel her breath on my skin as she whispers suggestively, “But that’s the thing, whatever I feel for you is most definitely not motherly, Colton.”
My skin crawls, but I don’t push her away. I know her game now. I know what she likes and the sadism that she craves.
Sienna Bennett is a master manipulator.
Too bad I didn’t recognize it earlier, before I had already fallen into her trap.
She forces me back onto the bed, until I’m leaning against the headboard. She removes her silk robe, letting it drop to the floor before moving onto the bed to straddle me. Her hand flattens on my chest, before moving lower to my abdomen. Her nightgown has ridden up, and I clasp her bare thighs.
“Get on with it,” I demand impatiently.
The faster she’s done, the sooner I can get some fucking sleep.
Her nails dig into my abs, and her smirk widens when I suck in a breath. Sienna leans forward, her lips brushing against my throat before she nips my earlobe. She rolls her hips in circular motion, creating friction between us, and my dick hardens of its own accord.
A piece of my heart chips away.
I don’t like not being in control, and the only time when I’m ever not in control is with Sienna. Her closeness makes me dizzy, and definitely not in a good way.
“Tell me something,” she purrs in my ear. I hate her voice. I hate how high and squeaky it is. She tries so hard to make herself sound sweet and seductive, but it’s all so fake and unpleasant. “Did you try to send Cole away because you were jealous that I was starting to pay attention to him?”