Savoring Sienna (Submissives of Rawhide Ranch #31)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Montana… somewhere, who knows where…

Sienna

“Ugh! Where the devil am I?” The irritated growl split the silence of the rolling meadows.

The petite redheaded woman squinted against the glare of the sun as she glanced around at the plethora of trees and the mountains reaching toward the sky.

“Fat lot Google maps help when there’s no freaking cell service.

” Sienna Weathers glared at her smartphone as though a look would spark a miraculous couple of bars.

“Well, that didn’t work. Yeah, genius! What would have worked was to download an offline map of the entire state of Montana before you blindly ran off into the wild wilderness. ”

She wasn’t bothered at the soft sound of her voice echoing back since she always talked to herself. Some would call it a bad habit. Her? Hell no, it was a necessity to remain sane in a world that had slowly swallowed her up, ripped her apart, and spat her back out.

“Yeah, think before you run,” she snorted at her own stupidity. Run being the operative word. I am running. Period. When choice was taken away from you, when terror overwhelmed you, what other option did you have? Especially, when your life was in danger.

Like hers was… “Is. I am in danger and lord knows…” Glancing around, she blinked away the sweat dripping from her eyelashes. “I am so tired of running.”

Gingerly, she pushed to her feet. “Well, feeling sorry for myself isn’t going to offer me safety, nor a cool and dry place to sleep tonight.

” Clenching her teeth with every move she made, she let out a soft groan, “Ahh, shit.” The utterance as she started walking was soaked in pain as a mocking reminder of why she was here.

“Here,” being somewhere amid an impressive mountain range in Montana.

She was cut and battered and, as the cherry on the top, had some bruised ribs just to make sure she wasn’t too comfortable with the knowledge that at least she was still alive.

That she had managed to escape the mastery of Stan Hunter was a miracle.

Her ex-future husband was seen as an extraordinary man and revered by his peers.

There was no denying that he was superstar sexy and deemed by the community as one of the sincerest men in Seattle…

except he’d turned out to be the exact opposite.

“Cruel and evil,” she sneered as she stumbled ahead. “Damn it to hell, it hurts.” Hoping to reduce the jarring pain rippling through her with every step she took, she clutched her arms around her ribs. “He stepped up this time… to fucking murderer.”

Her steps faltered as pain shot through her, not the physical kind, but one of raw, emotional devastation.

The final straw had come when he had taken the life of her unborn child in a fit of rage…

because she had refused to submit to a scene at his exclusive club that would’ve endangered the twenty-five-week pregnancy.

What happened had been worse… so much worse.

Her knees buckled. She sank down on a mossy knoll, and with her back leaning against the bark of a pine tree, the memories flashing through her mind were as clear as glass.

The bass of the band at Club Detonate pulsed through the floor in a slow, deliberate rhythm that matched the dread coiling in Sienna’s stomach.

Stan’s fingers tightened around her wrist in an unyielding grip as he led her down the dimly lit hallway.

The club was a maze of raw concrete, polished steel, and black leather.

The scent of expensive cologne thickened the air with a darker force of anticipation.

Nowadays, when it came to Stan, the unspoken promise of pain was the only thought that came to mind.

This was the dark secret he kept from the world, a sadistic hellhole that had become her personal perdition.

They’d barely stepped inside when he stopped and turned to her. His voice was smooth, almost pleasant, the way it always was before he demanded the impossible.

“We’re having a fivesome tonight.”

The words hit her like a physical blow. She froze as her breath caught in her throat.

No. No, no, no.

Her mind raced, replaying the last eighteen months. He had continuously pushed her with demands beyond her boundaries. But after she’d told him about her pregnancy, he’d changed. Where his touch had been possessive it became cruelly punishing.

Forcing herself to meet his gaze, she swallowed hard. She had only done a threesome with him once and had sworn never again when she couldn’t sit for two weeks after. “I can’t. You know I can’t.”

His expression didn’t shift, but his eyes darkened in that calculating glimmer when she denied him. “You don’t get to refuse me.” His voice was dangerously soft. “Not anymore… I thought you’d come to realize that by now.”

She had continuously refused. Eighteen months of limits, of hard nos, of him pushing, pushing, pushing…

until the pregnancy. With her body swollen with his child, those lines meant nothing.

He made that clear. The demands turned vicious until he didn’t ask…

he just… took. Her body wasn’t hers anymore. It was his.

“I won’t.” Her voice quivered but she remained resolute. “Not while I’m carrying—”

His hand lashed out before she could finish, striking her across the mouth so hard that her lip split against her teeth. The force of it sent her stumbling back.

“S-Stan, please,” she tried to reason with him as she pressed a hand to her mouth. The taste of copper on her tongue underscored his vile action. Her eyes were wide with shock. He had never hit her, not outside of a scene… and never in the face.

A slow, cruel smile distorted his expression. “Suddenly you’re a vanilla bitch. You used to take pain. You fucking liked it. Now you’re just a swollen, useless cunt.”

She blanched. He’d never truly known her.

Pain when offered with care she could handle, but he kept pushing past those barriers.

His words twisted in her chest like a blunt blade as realization struck.

He didn’t love her. He couldn’t, not thinking of her like that.

“It’s temporary,” she whispered. “After the baby is—”

“After?” The smirk held the edge of a jagged shard of glass.

“There is no after.” His palm pressed against her belly, hard enough to make her choke.

“You knew I didn’t want a child. Not this early and definitely not before our marriage.

” His fingers dug in further as his voice dropped to a venomous hiss.

“Do you think I’m an idiot, Sienna? You did this on purpose. To trap me in an early marriage.”

“How could you even say that!” The denial tore from her lips. “I would never—”

Grabbing her throat, he shoved her against the wall. Her head cracked against the concrete, and stars burst behind her eyes. His breath was hot against her face as his grip tightened until she could barely draw air.

“You think I don’t know?” he snarled. “You think I didn’t see the way you forgot your pills?” His thumb pressed into the hollow of her throat, just enough to make her vision swim. “I don’t want this brat. And if I don’t want it, you don’t get to keep it.”

The world tilted. Her hands flew to her stomach, instinctively shielding the life inside her. The look in his eyes was cold, calculating, and so empty, it refuted the denial that was on repeat in her mind, He can’t mean that. He can’t.

With desperation pumping adrenaline through her veins, she tried to pull away, but he was stronger.

“Oh, no, you fucking slut. Today is the day…” His grip on her throat didn’t loosen as he dragged her toward his private suite that featured a fully equipped dungeon. The door closed behind them with a final, ominous click.

The room was the devil’s playground. Every torture tool imaginable was stacked on shelves. He kept a plethora of heavy impact tools, hooks and chains in the ceiling, a king size bed with restraints, and numerous pieces of equipment stood in strategic places.

“Let me go, Stan. If you don’t want her or me, let me go. I’ll walk away. Please!” Her pulse hammered in her ears. It was the most frantic, terrifying rhythm feeding her fear.

“Why would I let you go? You’re mine… and soon to be my wife.

I invested too much time in this relationship to throw it away and for what?

A useless embryo? No, all you need is a little…

reset. Tonight, with four of us.” His hand tightened as he leaned in.

“You’re going to take us.” His voice was eerily calm.

“All four. At once. And if you fight or refuse, I’ll make sure you never forget the day you denied me my rights. ”

“I won’t do it.” She backed away, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst.

His face darkened as his jaw turned rigid. “You will.”

“Not while I’m pregnant. Something like that… and… and the way you’d use me… I could have a miscarriage.” She shook her head with her breath coming in short, panicked pants. “Please, Stan. I’m your submissive, not your sex slave. You can’t force me. Don’t do this. Not to her.”

“Her?” His lips curled into a sneer as he stepped closer.

His voice dropped to a malevolent whisper.

“Do you honestly think I care about her? That I want some sniveling, useless thing taking up space inside you?” His hand shot out, catching her chin in a painful grip to force her eyes to his.

“I want to get rid of her, Sienna. You? I want to hurt you for the inconvenience of the past six months.”

Sienna recoiled. The words were a corporeal blow to her stomach that was twisting in horror as she realized he truly meant every word he said. She turned to run as she finally acknowledged what she had sensed upon arrival. There was no reasoning with him, not when he was like this.

Stan was faster. His fingers twined in her hair, yanking her back so hard, her vision blurred. Pain exploded across her scalp as he dragged her toward the center of the room.