Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Stone
I woke to an empty bed, and if I couldn’t smell her cherry scent on my pillows and her sweet pussy on my fingers, I never would have thought last night happened at all, but my cock stirs as I remember it.
Whenever Sienna would sneak into my room, she would always be gone by the morning, as if she was never there, and I push away the hurt I feel at her absence.
After triple-checking my sparse room for any sign of her presence, I grab a towel and head to the staff showers.
Not having my own bathroom is a pain in the ass, but my father always looks for a reason to make sure I’m below him, and me not having my own facilities when many of the staff do is one of them.
I head upstairs after throwing on a white shirt and black pants, knowing my father hates me dressed in anything other than something deemed acceptable, which is a joke, given I’m anything but acceptable in his life.
Pushing open the kitchen door, I grin when I see Meredith, one of the cooks, taking fresh croissants from the oven.
“You’re wanted upstairs. Azrael is expecting you for breakfast,” she snaps, pointing toward the door.
My steps falter. “Is he?” My mind whirls with the conversations we’ve recently had, and not one of them mentions breakfast with him.
“Now. Go!” Her voice rises, and the panic is because she will have received the venom from Azrael’s spiteful tongue for my absence.
I turn and head upstairs to the dining room, bypassing the security who line the corridors once again.
Then I knock and wait to be granted entry.
“This better be Stone,” he barks out.
“It is,” I grunt as I push open the door.
My breath is stolen from my lungs at the beauty of her, and my footing falters as I will my feet to move and not give anything away.
I take my position at the end of the table and raise my head to find Azrael’s and Czar’s eyes on me. The heat of their stares have sweat gathering on my forehead, but I force myself to remain calm. Do they know?
“Thank you for bringing Sienna home last night,” Azrael says, then takes a spoonful of his granola.
“It’s fine.”
“She shouldn’t have been there in the first fucking place,” Czar snarls, and I couldn’t agree more. Still, after the pleasure we both received last night, I’m also very fucking grateful she was. “You do realize how much you cost me, right?” He glares at Sienna, and she calmly dabs the corners of her precious lips, then places the napkin on her lap and lifts her gaze to Czar’s ruthless glare.
“Millions?”
“Damn fucking right.” Czar slams his fist on the table. “Millions, and do you know who’s going to receive punishment for that loss?”
All eyes fall on me, and I feel Sienna’s hurt radiating from her, penetrating my soul, so I gift them with a shrug. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not fucking fine, Stone. She needs to grow the hell up. What were you even thinking?” he admonishes.
Her eyes narrow and her jaw sets, and I rub my forehead, waiting for the onslaught. Something that would never happen if her father was present.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I wanted to have some fun for once in my life before you marry me off to some guy I don’t even know.” Hearing the words sends a rush of jealousy and possession to heat my blood, and I grit my teeth and clench my jaw to keep my mouth shut. My fingers dig into my palm beneath the table as I stare stoically ahead, trying to block out her words.
Azrael’s hand snaps out, and he grips her by the throat. “Stop acting like a fucking brat before I punish you like one!” Her eyes bulge, but there’s not a single part of me that believes Azrael would harm her. I itch to get out of my chair and punish him for touching what’s mine, threatening what’s mine, but I remain unmoving as much as it pains me to do so.
He releases her, and she slinks back into her chair, stroking over the column of her delicate neck. There’s no mark there, but my fingers twitch to add one. How pretty she would look with my finger marks on her throat. Everyone would know she belonged to me. I’d make sure of it.
“Or should I add another punishment to Stone?” His lip curls as he stares at her, and her eyes flicker to mine before she shakes her head.
“I’m sorry,” she rushes out.
“Every action has a consequence, Sienna, and you need to remember that. You both do.” He looks at me pointedly before turning his dark eyes toward hers. The sinister way he delivers the words sends a shiver of awareness down my spine, and I fight back the need to swallow. Instead, I attempt to remain calm, but his words ring out in my head like a warning.
“Every action has a consequence, Sienna, and you need to remember that. You both do.”