Page 9 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

She rolls her eyes. “So, use that big brain of yours and pull Jayce from there, send them on a mission or some shit. Pair them up. You’re meant to be the fucking King, not Dad or Rayhan, so do it and make it happen,” she shoots back.

“She has a point. At this rate, it’s easier for him to be far away where he doesn’t need to see her. And even though she’s on those jabs, they won’t work forever.” Azura backs her up as she begins massaging my shoulders.

I refuse to move away, even if I know it’ll cloud my judgement… a little. Because that would just make them think they’re winning, and I refuse to let them win on this shit.

“They need to sort it out themselves; we don’t need to play fucking Cupid,” I say icily. They exchange glances before looking at me.

“And how can they sort it out when one’s in England, and one’s in Russia, you dumbass?” Skyla snaps.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll fucking make sure I put you on the opposite side of the fucking globe.”

She scoffs. “I’d like to see you try,” she challenges. “Fucker.”

“Do it for Sienna,” Azura interrupts before I can respond.

“Do it for Jayce,” Skyla adds.

“For the two hurt souls,” Azura murmurs as she kisses my neck.

“Stop it,” I say, reaching up as I tangle my hand in her hair and tug her back. “I know what you’re fucking doing.”

“Taking care of my man?” she whispers seductively. “If you agree, I’ll-”

“Enough,” I cut her off, and Skyla snickers.

“The power of a woman,” she taunts.

“Fuck off,” I mutter.

“That’s his best comeback? Shows it’s already working, when he’s thinking with his little head,” she replies, cackling as Azura snickers.

“There isn’t any mission I can put them on together, and besides, like I said, it would be fucking obvious. Give them time.” I frown as Azura slides her hand into my shirt as she peppers my neck with sensual kisses.

“Look, I know you’re the damn King, but don’t become like Dad. Grumpy doesn’t look good on you,” Skyla sighs, as if I’m fucking behaving unreasonably.

“Think of something,” Azura says. “Sienna’s heat will just get worse and worse. We should help her, right?”

I look up at her, her hand travelling down my abs.

I clench my jaw, looking between the two women, and trying to avoid lingering on the gorgeous blue eyes of my fucking mate. She’s my fucking weakness, and she fucking knows it.

There’s one way that comes to mind, but it was Delsanra who was my first choice. Sending Sienna in her stead, I’m not sure Rayhan would agree with that. I guess I can deliberate on it.

“I’ll have a think,” I say with finality, scoffing when they both break into victory smiles.

“That’s it!” Skyla says. “I’ll be waiting for an update. Enjoy your night, cousin,” she smirks slyly before cutting the call, and I turn my chair to face my mate.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” I remark as I light a cigarette and look up at her. Reaching up, I take hold of her chin while taking a drag on my cigarette. “So, get down on your knees and show me how this pretty little mouth is going to make up for it,” I command huskily, as I rub my thumb across her plump lips, the hunger inside of me intensifying.

“With pleasure,” she whispers, smirking as she unties her gown, revealing the risqué lingerie that covers fuck-all. The black straps press against her nipples and around her tiny waist, and there is a tiny strip of fabric covering her pussy.

She slides her hands up my thighs before she drops to her knees, reaching for the zip of my pants. Leaning in, she kisses my neck sensually before her gaze drops to my crotch and she drags the zipper down, running her tongue across her lips.

“Fuck,” she whispers, her eyes darkening with lust.

That’s my fucking girl.

Sienna