Chapter 30
SIENNA: I think my boss ate my pussy all night.
HARPER: BACK UP.
HARPER: Why are we not sure who the coochie connoisseur is??
I bite my lip as I stare down at my phone. Sitting in the back of the SUV, legs crossed delicately, dress far too short, and thighs still trembling like I ran a marathon.
Spoiler: I didn’t.
Unless being eaten within an inch of your life counts as cardio.
I start typing again.
SIENNA: Because I didn’t see him. I was blindfolded.
SIENNA: But Harper… it was him.
SIENNA: I kind of went to the Masq and made a deal with the Devil. And he devoured me.
SIENNA: All night.
Three dots pop up instantly. Then vanish. Then reappear like Harper is going into cardiac arrest and can’t decide which question to ask first.
HARPER: OKAY.
HARPER: Back it up, Babe.
HARPER: Why were you at the Masq?
HARPER: You made a deal with the Devil???
HARPER: WHAT KIND OF DEAL GETS YOU ORGASMS LIKE THAT??
HARPER: Be specific. I need to know for science.
I stare out the window as the city rolls by. My reflection in the glass is flushed, my eyes still dazed, my neck marked up like I was mauled by a vampire.
A bite. A literal bite. It rests just above the scoop neckline of my navy-blue dress like it was meant to be seen.
I fill Harper in on everything.
It feels like we haven’t caught up in weeks. Me being tormented by Lucian and her, being wrapped in Adriano.
But I tell her everything. How he drives me crazy. How he touched me, leaves me wanting.
She was concerned about the hidden cameras but come on. It’s Harper. She completely approved of my revenge arc getting myself off and making him watch.
And last night.
God, last night.
I’ve never come like that in all my life.
One after another. Again and again.
That mouth. That tongue. Those fingers.
And fuck, the way he talks so nasty.
Blindfolded, I could hear it. I could hear Lucian in every word.
That first round I was so nervous. My heart was pumping so hard, it sounded like the bass music of the club thumping in my ears.
The anticipation of what a tongue would feel like on me.
His tongue.
Then he made me come and come again. He came on me, with me.
His dick, so fucking long and thick sliding against me in such a primal way.
It was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
But I heard it. After he kissed me like I was dying, he was so close to my ear.
“You did so good for me.” I knew it was him. Lucian.
He’s said that to me before in his office, when I did good during my sponsor training.
But fuck, the way he devoured me. Hung my legs over his wide shoulders and feasted.
Moved me to the bed and kept going. He let me take the blindfold off, only because it was pitch-black. He didn’t want me to know it was him yet, but I figured it out.
I felt some of the raised lines of his tattoos. The ones that crawl up his forearms, teasing me each time he rolls his sleeves up.
He laid down and I rode his face. My fingers ran through his short hair, finally touching him after weeks of longing.
I couldn’t take anymore. And just like he promised, he devoured my tears, taking even my anguish and claiming it for himself. The last time he made me come, it was so gentle. Reverent.
Then he pulled the covers over us, wrapped me in his arms and told me to sleep.
My eyes were closing on their own when he tipped my mouth up to his for one more kiss.
Like he knew it would be the last one.
“I’m breaking every law I’ve written for you.”
Then nothing. Darkness. Sleep. Oblivion.
I woke up hours later. Alone.
The house was silent. No trace of him. Just me, lying in a ridiculously luxurious bed, my body aching in the best way possible.
I’d wandered the sleek halls, slowly coming back to myself. Found a note on the kitchen counter beside a package.
“Shower. Dress. The car will take you wherever you wish.”
Inside the package: my phone, my clutch, shoes, a bra and panties. Then a soft, navy-colored dress that skimmed my curves and exposed the very intentional marks he’d left on my body.
On my thighs. My breasts. My neck.
Like he’d wanted to make sure I remembered .
I had extra time, so I explored more of the house. It looked so different in the daylight.
When I opened a door and saw the big painting, hanging in an office, there was no more doubt.
It was the one from the art gallery. The big one I was looking at when he asked me about it.
Trust.
It can’t be a coincidence. Everything tells me Lucian is the Devil and the man breaking all his rules for me.
HARPER: You’re not even pretending to be casual about this, are you?
HARPER: HE HELD YOU AND KISSED YOU GOODNIGHT?
HARPER: DID HE TUCK YOU IN AND WHISPER SWEET DEATH THREATS TOO??
HARPER: I am so proud.
I can’t help the grin that pulls at my lips.
HARPER: So, what are you going to do about it?
I bite my lip, looking out the window again. The Ledger skyrise peek out at me as we turn the corner.
SIENNA: Make him admit it or make his life hell.
HARPER: That’s my girl.
* * *
I know he’s the Devil.
The one who tied me down. Took me apart with his mouth. Made me forget my own name and moan to the heavens instead.
And now he’s pretending like it didn’t happen.
Lucian Vale ignores me all damn day.
Doesn’t even look at me. He has Eve give me a list of client profiles to review.
Boring . Dry. Useless.
Like I’m a secretary stuck doing homework while my sponsor pretends I don’t exist.
The tension between us? Still there. Still suffocating . I see it in the way his jaw clenches when I walk past. The way his hands fist on the desk when I get too close.
His gaze lingers just a second too long on my lips, like he’s remembering what they tasted like last night. Like he’s forcing himself not to look at the bite mark he left on my neck.
So if he wants to play games? Fine.
It’s nearly closing time. The office is quiet. Empty. Everyone's gone.
Except me and Lucian.
I slip into his office and close the door behind me. No knock. No hesitation.
Lucian’s at his desk, reviewing contracts. He doesn’t look up.
“You can be dismissed for the day,” he says, tone clipped.
I saunter toward him, keeping my voice sweet. Innocent. Devious .
“Okay. I’ll just wait here until the driver is ready with the car.”
I don’t sit in the chair across from him. No. I slide up onto the edge of his desk and cross my legs, the tablet in my hands, pulled up to the client profile section.
I hear the faint grind of his teeth. The flex of his jaw. The tightening grip on his pen.
He leans back slowly in his chair, eyes unreadable. “What are you doing, Sienna?”
I give him a smile like butter wouldn’t melt on my tongue.
“You’re my sponsor. You should go over some clients with me for my first contract.”
His neck tenses so hard I swear I can hear the blood pulsing.
Still pretending? Okay.
I swipe to the first profile. “This one’s near your age. Seems well-traveled. Open to light kink. Interested in a Companion who’s obedient and curious.”
“Sienna.” His voice is warning. Low and strained. “No.”
I ignore it.
“Oh, or this one .” I tap the screen. “He’s into foot play. Really into it. Honestly? I think I’m super interested in that. My arches are?—”
Lucian’s chair scrapes back suddenly. He leans forward, forearms on his knees, elbows tense. His head drops for a second like he’s trying to summon restraint from the pits of hell.
“Sienna,” he says, tightly. “Now is not a good fucking time for this.”
I press forward, voice honeyed and dangerous. “Oh, come on , this one is definitely a dom-daddy if I’ve ever seen one.”
He snaps.
He surges from the chair, and I barely flinch as the tablet is yanked from my hands and flung across the room like a damn frisbee. It crashes into the wall and shatters, shards flying across the floor.
My breath catches.
He’s between my legs in a second, his hand fisting in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to make me gasp.
“That’s fucking enough,” he growls, eyes dark and wild. “You’re still a trainee until I say you’re done.”
I smile.
Because I know I’ve got him. And now, it’s my turn to burn the lines down.
I soften my body, tilt my hips. Let everything I’ve learned—and everything that comes naturally around him—take over.
“Or,” I whisper, “you could keep breaking every law you’ve written for me.”
Something flickers in his eyes. Recognition. Guilt. Desire . He doesn’t mask it fast enough.
His grip eases in my hair, but he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t move. I wrap my legs around his waist, anchoring him to me.
My hand slides down between us, over his slacks. He’s hard. Of course he is.
He closes his eyes, but doesn’t move away. “What are you doing, Sienna?”
I tighten my grip on his cock through the fabric, stroking slowly. “Admit it, Lucian.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His voice is hoarse now. Unsteady.
I lean closer, lips at his ear. “Are you still going to pretend like you didn’t devour my pussy all night… Diablo ?”
His eyes snap open—sharp, furious, panicked .
“I don’t fuck my employees.”
“Bullshit,” I hiss, still stroking him, my hips grinding, teasing the pressure between us.
That’s when he shuts it down.
Lucian rips himself out of my grip and takes two sharp steps back, leaving me perched on his desk, breathless.
His voice is cold. Final .
“Go home, Sienna.”
He turns his back to me and walks to his espresso bar like he can just walk away from this. From me .
But I follow him. I reach around and press my palm to the front of his pants again.
“Then fire me.”
His hand snaps out, grabbing my wrist hard. The warning is in his grip. The storm in his eyes.
And still—I don’t flinch.
He releases me a beat later and rises to his full height, towering.
“I’m too old for you,” he says.
The words hit me like a slap. I take a single step back, stunned. Not because of his age. But because that’s the bullshit he’s going to pretend will hold any water?
“Is that really what you’re going to go with?” I ask, voice low. “After everything?”
We stare at each other.
Neither of us backing down.
Then finally—cold. Controlled. Detached.
“Fine,” I say. “If you say so.”
I turn and walk toward the door. I refuse to let my hands shake. Refuse to let him see the tears that threaten to sting my eyes.
If he wants to pretend last night never happened—if he wants to hide behind bullshit excuses and pretend like he doesn’t want me—I’ll make sure he regrets it.