Page 40 of Siren

Now, I was under the water, having left his room in the early morning hours to prepare to leave. it was hard, as him, to leave because he wanted to go again. But I reminded him that being late wasn’t my style. He reluctantly let me go with a grunt.

Thinking back to him lying on those white sheets, his brown skin glowing. His thick dick laying against his stomach waiting for me, had me wondering how I managed to carry this will power. Because he had been perfect.

My hand braced against the tile.

Head bowed and allowed the water to rinse my hair while my pussy throbbed slow. A dull, perfect ache.

And still... I wanted more.

He hadruinedme.

The kind of ruin that tasted like honey and salt. Like his cum in my mouth, thick and warm, and the greedy way I’d begged for it again.

I remembered the weight of his tongue. The snap of his hips. The stretch of his dick inside me—claiming, praising, punishing.

You feel that, Sienna?

This pussy was made for me.

Say it.

Say it’s mine.

And I had. I fucking had.

Wrapped in a towel, I stepped out.

Feet soft on the cool floor. Breath shaky.

Heart somewhere betweenhopeandwhat the fuck just happened.

My phone blinked on the nightstand.

1 message.

Brielle – Manager: Call me when you’re up. The label loved y’all last night.

I sighed. Picked it up. Dialed.

She answered on the first ring. “You’re awake. Good. That little show you and Raj put on? A hit. The press ate it up. Three new blog features, and the execs are asking about a joint interview.”

I rubbed my temple. “It wasn’t a show, Brie.”

Silence.

Then, “You know what I mean.”

My phone buzzed.

Jasmine: Girl. Someone got a shot of you heading into his room last night.

Tell me that man didn’t just have you singin’ solos with no damn mic.

“Brie, hold on.”

“No, you go ahead. I’ll text you. Sounds like you need a minute.” There was no judgment in her voice. Only understanding from one woman to the next.

Jasmine again:

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