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Adrian’s eyes followed her through the crowd.

A minute later, he followed.

Just as she neared the ladies’ room, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her back.

Without giving her a chance to react, his strong hand wrapped around her wrist and dragged her into a nearby side room. The door slammed shut behind them, echoing like a gunshot in the quiet. The space was dark, scattered with a few decorative items, but otherwise deserted.

He pressed her against the wall, and before she could speak, his lips were on hers—hungry, fierce, desperate.

“Mmm!” Sienna gasped, struggling in his iron grip, unable to see who it was in the dim light. The kiss was raw, rough, and completely lacking patience. His mouth moved over hers in short, frantic bursts, tasting, devouring.

She fought against him, trembling in fear, but then his lips brushed her ear, his voice a deep rasp.

“Hush. It’s alright. It’s me.”

Her body stilled.

The kiss stopped. He pulled back just enough to look at her, but didn’t release her.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she whispered, breathless. “Someone could have seen us!”

Adrian’s jaw tightened, but his voice was calm and biting. “Your husband can kiss you in front of everyone, but I can’t even touch you in private?”

“Adrian, let go of me!” Sienna hissed, pushing against him and glancing nervously at the door.

He gripped her jaw, tilting her face back to him. His breath fanned her lips, their lips almost touching and his voice was possessive and cold.

“The door’s locked. No one’s coming in.”

“The windows—”

“One-way glass.” His eyes gleamed. “They can’t see you. I won’t let anyone see you panting for me, Sienna. You’re mine. I don’t share.”

Then he crashed his lips against hers again.

There was nothing soft about it.

He kissed her like he was starved, like the past two years without her had been a slow, suffocating death. His mouth moved over hers with wild hunger, lips bruising, tongue demanding, dragging a desperate groan from deep in his chest. Her lipstick smeared, smeared and gone under the force of his kiss, replaced by the taste of him.

His tongue pushed into her mouth, deep and possessive, tangling with hers, pulling soft gasps from her throat. He sucked on her bottom lip until it swelled, then kissed her again like he couldn’t bear to stop, like breathing meant nothing if it didn’t come through her.

Her scent hit him hard—sweet, warm, maddening—and for the first time in years, Adrian felt like he could actually breathe.

But he didn’t give her space to catch hers.

His mouth trailed to her jaw, then lower. Wet, open kisses along the edge of her neck. His lips were hot, his tongue licking slow lines down to the curve where her neck met her shoulder. Her body trembled in his grip, breath catching with every stroke, every press of his lips.

“Adrian…” she whispered, voice thin, wrecked. Her hand pressed against his chest weakly. “I have to go back. The party’s still going. I need to leave.”

He didn’t stop.

“Leave?” His voice rasped against her skin. “I’m not letting you go. You wanted to test me, right?” His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer. “Then test me properly. Don’t run now, Sienna. Not when I finally have you.”

Then he bit down on the side of her neck, just enough to make her gasp, enough to leave a mark. She cried out softly, back arching, body leaning into him.

His kisses turned rougher, wetter, like he couldn’t get enough of her. He moved from one side of her neck to the other, licking, sucking, leaving trails of heat in his wake. His hands slid up, cupping her face as his mouth devoured her skin—frantic, wild, insatiable.

He kissed her like he wanted to leave proof, something no one could erase.