WHEN SIANNA woke up the next morning, Eliezer was no longer beside her. For some reason, she felt a strange sense of emptiness in that moment.
She closed her eyes.
“Like it or not, Sianna, you’re mine…”
Those words from Eliezer…
Why did he have to say that to her? As if he had claimed her last night. Truly claimed her. As if whether she liked it or not, she belonged there—with him.
As she lay there with her eyes shut, the memories came rushing back. The way he had taken her right by the door… and again on the bed, over and over. As if he never got tired of her. As if he couldn’t get enough.
She swallowed.
It wasn’t her first time, but it felt like it was. Because last night, she wasn’t drunk. She knew exactly what was happening, and her body had felt every single wave of pleasure th
