Chapter 11. Cracks in the Armor

Sienna

It took me a while to relax—for my shaky legs to behave, for my heart to stop hammering like a relentless drum. Yet that infuriating smirk on Alex’s face never faded, even as he watched me slowly settle. This game? He was savoring it. Of course he was—he’d held the upper hand from the very start.

I wasn’t inexperienced. I’d had sex more times than I could count. But nothing—nothing—had ever come close to the way he could unravel me with just his fingers. Silver rings and all.

He was clean. Too pristine, almost unholy in a way. His face screamed sanctity, yet the thoughts he stirred in me were anything but holy. Fuck—I was spiraling again.

“So… do you like it?” he broke the silence, sipping his cappuccino slowly, deliberately. A sick, selfish part of me wanted to taste it—from his lips.

“Like what?”

“This place, Flower.” He chuckled at my cluelessness. “Isn’t it… kind of peaceful?”

My brows rose. Peaceful? For a man like him? I