Chapter 7. Just the Start

Sienna

I struggled to open my eyes, a throbbing headache pulsing through my skull as I tossed and turned on the bed. A single thought cut through the haze.

Wait…

Where am I?

I shot upright, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn’t my room.

Holy shit. Where the fuck am I?

Panic crawled up my throat—until I noticed the shirt I was wearing. A man’s shirt. White. Crisp. Familiar. I lifted the collar to my nose, and the scent hit me—his cologne.

And with it, the memories.

I froze. Images flashed behind my eyes: his mouth on mine, his tongue between my thighs, the way he touched me, held me, consumed me. A shiver raced down my spine as I swore I could still feel his tongue against my pussy, his fingers filling me, his body pinning me down in heat and fire.

I clenched the duvet in my fists, a strangled breath leaving me. Regret coiled inside me, tightening, choking.

God. What did I do?

I can’t fucking beli