Page 145 of Unlock My Heart

“So fucking annoying.” I’m sure she meant to spit those words at me with fire, but it comes out as the sexiest of breathy moans.

With reluctance, I remove my finger from the sweet spot, tapping the handle of my ice pick. “Ride it like the bad girl we both know you are.”

Sienna climbs off of me and eyes the ice pick with a look of uncertainty.

“Mount it and slide down gently,” I encourage her, spitting on the handle.

Through a haze of lust, I watch as she turns her back to me, hovering on her knees over the steel. On a gasp, she comes down hard, the handle disappearing inside her.

My body shudders as I move to my knees, ducking my head so it’s not hitting the ceiling. Nestling my face against her shoulder, I grind my erection into her ass as she begins to move back and forth on the handle. “I take it back; this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” My voice is pure gravel. My cock stone. Best fucking idea I’ve had my entire life.

“We’re both fucked up in the head,” she says on a moan.

“Mmm,” I murmur my agreement.

Sienna begins to move her hips faster, and I thrust my cock against her ass, keeping rhythm with her pace. Her breathy little pants and moans fill the vehicle, and fuck, those sounds of her pleasuring herself are enough to drive me over the cliff.

“I’m gonna come,” I say through clenched teeth. “Are you close?”

“Ye-s,” she breathes, and I bite down on her shoulder as her body detonates.

Sienna goes limp, and I hold her against my chest, grinding out my release against her ass. “Goddammit, Sienna!” My movements become jerky as my balls draw up, and I curse, wetness spurting inside my boxers.

“You didn’t say my name,” I growl against her shoulder, my chest heaving.

With a defiant gleam in her eye, she cranes her neck to look at me, and down to the huge wet spot in my suit pants. “Very observant.”

A lazy grin stretches my face as my hand wraps around her throat to bring her in for a kiss, but the mood shifts in the car—from playful and satiated, to fearful and shut down.

“Shit, baby, I’m sorry.” Realizing my mistake, I drop my hand. “You don’t like that anymore.”

The walls around Sienna are being erected before my eyes. She silently dismounts from my ice pick and gathers her clothes, getting dressed quickly.

“Sienna, talk to me,” I beg her.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Her voice is as cold as steel, as the steel she just rode like a champ.

With a frustrated growl, I yank the pick from the seat and resist the urge to lick the handle, tucking it inside my pocket.

We ride in a heavy silence to our destination: an old Calvani Seafood warehouse.

“Why are we here?” Sienna asks, refusing to look at me.

“You’ll see,” I tell her, praying I don’t fuck this up too.

Chapter Forty-Three

Sienna

The present

Following Fabien inside, he flips on the light to the huge warehouse space, and that’s when my eyes land on it.

“Is this a sick joke?” My mouth is bone dry, my stomach twisting when I spot the dumpster and a cardboard cutout of Ringer.

“No, it’s a rage room.” Fabien leads me to a table with an impressive assortment of weapons. “Pick your poison, and have at your revenge.”

“Fabien, I don’t understand how this helps anything,” I say, hating the lump in my throat.