Chapter 23. Breaking Dignity

Sienna

I was a moth drawn to his flame—and I was about to burn in the most exquisite way imaginable.

Alex was the fire. The center of every filthy, forbidden, and relentless desire I’d ever tried to bury. He was there standing behind me—ready to break everything I’d ever tried to keep together.

Even as he paused, his hand still resting on my butt cheek, the heat of his touch seeped into my skin like a slow brand. The silence that followed was heavy, alive—thick with tension and unspoken hunger. I could feel his gaze on me, tracing every inch, weighing, claiming. And it burned—God, it burned—until I trembled from the inside out.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough enough to send a shiver through me. “Soaking the desk, Flower. All this… for a mistake?”

The dark amusement in his tone coiled around me, and when his hand came down again, a sharp slap against my butt, soon it melted into something dangerously sweet as he soothed over the ba