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“I’m not tolerating anything,” she snapped, her patience wearing thin. “This is my choice. Theo is sincere with me. That’s what matters. He’s good to me.”

Adrian’s jealousy exploded like a storm ripping through calm skies. His jaw tightened, fists clenched so hard his knuckles whitened. His breathing turned harsh, chest rising and falling like a man barely holding back a beast.

In one swift, feral motion, he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her flush against him. Her back hit the wall with a thud, and before she could speak, his mouth crashed onto hers—rough, claiming, desperate. His kiss wasn’t gentle; it was war. His tongue forced its way in, demanding surrender, tasting her as if her mouth belonged to him alone.

“Stop talking about him,” he snarled between kisses, his voice low and jagged. His hands gripped her waist, digging in hard enough to leave bruises. “Think about me. Want me. Everything in your life should be about me. I don’t want to hear that bastard’s name again.”

Sienna’s breath came in sharp bursts. Her chest heaved against his, her back scraping lightly against the textured wallpaper. She could feel the vibration of his words against her lips, his rage and need mixing until it became impossible to tell them apart. His kiss turned brutal, as if he could erase Theo’s name from her memory with every bite and pull of her lip.

“The door… it’s open!” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper through the haze.

Adrian didn’t care. His lips sealed hers again, pressing harder. And in a blur, he bent, hoisted her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing, her hair falling wildly around her face as the world tilted. His arm locked around her thighs, fingers digging into her skin as he stalked down the hallway. The floor creaked under his boots, each step echoing through the quiet, narrow corridor like a warning.

She clung to the back of his shirt, dizzy from the angle, from him, from everything.

Then came the jarring click of a lock behind them.

Adrian kicked the washroom door shut with his boot and slammed the lock home. The small, dimly lit room was cool and sterile, the scent of bleach clashing with the fevered heat pouring off his skin. The old bulb overhead flickered slightly, casting jagged shadows along the tiled walls.

He dropped her onto the porcelain sink with a thud, the cold surface biting against the back of her thighs. Her skirt bunched around her hips, blouse already hanging off one shoulder, buttons strained from his earlier impatience.

Before she could steady herself, Adrian was on her again—his body heat swallowing hers, his fingers tangling in her hair as he dragged her into another kiss, deep and breath-stealing. He kissed like a man who needed to claim her soul with his mouth.

His growl rumbled against her skin as he licked up the side of her throat, then down, slower this time—rougher, like he wanted to taste every inch.

“Ah!” Sienna gasped, her arms winding around his neck as his mouth found the dip of her collarbone, biting gently, sucking until her skin throbbed beneath his teeth.

He pressed her back until her spine curved along the edge of the sink. Her breathing hitched as the cold porcelain dug into her lower back, but she couldn’t pull away. Not when his hand slid under her blouse, pushing the fabric up until it pooled just beneath her arms. His palm cupped her breast, warm and firm, his thumb rolling over the aching peak through her bra.

She moaned, legs parting automatically as he stepped between them. In the mirror behind him, she caught her reflection—eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen. And Adrian—he looked possessed. His eyes were dark, wild, locked on hers with a heat that singed.

“Adrian… someone might—”

“Let them,” he growled, lifting her chin with his thumb. “Let them hear how you moan for me.”

He ducked to her neck again, lips finding the sensitive spot below her ear, sucking hard. Her hips jerked forward on instinct. His teeth scraped, just enough to make her breath catch and her nails dig into his shoulders.

His hands moved quickly to the back of her dress, yanking the zipper down with a sharp pull. The fabric parted as he shoved it aside, revealing the curve of her breasts, the flush climbing her skin.

Adrian didn’t wait. His mouth closed over one nipple through the lace of her bra, tongue working it mercilessly while his hands roamed her sides, squeezing, stroking, owning.

“Adrian… please—” she whimpered, voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she managed to whisper when he finally pulled back. “Theo’s waiting. They’re all waiting…”

The second the name left her lips, everything shifted.

Adrian froze. The air in the room thickened.

His fingers tightened at her waist, possessive, punishing.

“What did I say about him?” he asked, his voice deadly quiet.

Then—crack.

His hand came down hard against her ass, the slap echoing off the tiled walls. She yelped, jolting forward from the sting. Her breath came in fast, choppy gasps, but her body didn’t retreat. It arched into his.

“Say it again,” he hissed, dragging his lips over her ear. “Say his name again and I’ll make sure you can’t walk out of here.”