shove away from the redhead, ignoring how she laps at the saliva dribbling down her chin from my sudden withdrawal—like she’s trying to tempt me to return. For some reason, the gesture only serves to disgust me further. Siena is too fucking easy. A puppy vying for my attention. I want the lioness—the woman I have to work for. Beg for. It’ll make her surrender all the more sweet.
