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Bound to the calloway's heir

Bound to the calloway's heir

In LA's Business world, Zane Calloway, thirty, turns cartel king after his father's gruesome murder, ruling The Atlas Group with a bloody fist. He learned how betrayal could ruin even the biggest empire and was hell bent on keeping Atlas Group. However when Sienna Carter, his new assistant got in the picture, he threw caution to the wind. To become the only one controlling the cartel, he would use Sienna who was a supposedly ghost from a dead cartel as bait for his enemies. Sienna Carter made his mission become even more complicated as she ignites a dangerous sparks in him. Twenty-five year old Sienna Carter just wanted to stay alive, running away from danger had been the only thing she was capable of since her family were murdered. All she had as a semblance of her old life was the locket her dying father had given her and when a new job pops up in Los Angeles, she gambled for it, hoping for her sake that it wouldn't lead her straight to the same hell she was running from. However, she would soon realize that the Atlas Groups was going to be more than just a survival decision but the key to everything.
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Chapter 10

Sienna. The clock on the nightstand glared 4:13 AM, its red digits mocking my sleeplessness. I had been staring at it for what felt like hours, lying rigid beneath the impossibly silk covers of the bed. The sheets smelled like him. Clean, expensive, and maddeningly addictive. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus on my breathing. In. Out. Slowly. But it didn't help. Not when my body still hummed from the feel of his hands on me earlier. Not when my lips still tingled from the way he had kissed me, raw, consuming, a claim that had left my head spinning. And not when I knew he was just down the hall, probably just as restless. I shoved back the covers with a frustrated groan and sat up. This was ridiculous. I was stronger than this. I had survived worse than a dangerously attractive man with sharp blue eyes and a tendency to look at me like he wanted to ruin me. I could handle him. I was here to work. To keep my head down, do my job, and... A sharp knock at the door made me freeze. I knew who it was before I even heard his voice. "Sienna." One word, yet something was burning underneath it. I swallowed hard, clenching my fists as if that would stop the way my pulse jumped. As I chose to Ignore him. He knocked again. Three slow raps Ignore him, Sisi. But then the handle turned. And just like that, my breath stalled. He stepped inside the room as if he already knew I wouldn't stop him. He was still in the same black dress shirt from earlier, sleeves rolled up, exposing the ink that wrapped around his forearms, the top two buttons undone, and he looked lethal. How can I resist such a charming man? I forced myself to meet his eyes. "What are you doing here?" My voice came out sharper than I intended. His lips twitched slightly, but it wasn't amusement. More like frustration. "You tell me, Sienna," he murmured, stepping closer. "You're the one wide awake in my guest bed, thinking about me." My stomach twisted. "You don't know what I'm thinking." His head tilted slightly. "No?" One more step, and suddenly, he was too close. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him and smell the faintest trace of whiskey on his breath. He was close enough that I had to fight every nerve inside me to avoid leaning into him. "This thing between us," he said quietly, "You feel it. I know you do." I sucked in a breath. "It's nothing." The corner of his mouth lifted. "Lie." I forced a laugh. "You really are arrogant." "And you're really bad at pretending you don't want me." My pulse pounded. His gaze dropped to my lips, and I hated that my body reacted instantly, my skin going hot, my breath turning shallow. Zane wasn't just any man. He was dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with the power he held and everything to do with the way he could make me forget myself with just a look. "Tell me you don't want this," he said, voice like silk and steel. "Say the words, Sienna, and I'll Walk out of here." I opened my mouth. But the words didn't come because I couldn't say them. His eyes darkened, and for a moment, neither of us moved. The air between us was heavy, crackling with something undeniable. Then he reached for me. And the second his fingers brushed my jaw, every last ounce of restraint snapped. I barely had time to gasp before his mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was nothing like the previous ones. I wrapped my hands behind Zane's neck and pulled him towards me. I connected our lips in a passionate kiss as I let the euphoria of the moment fill me up. Zane caught my lips again and I moaned as his tongue swiped along my bottom lip. He stretched up on his knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed so our bodies were pressed together. He flexed his hips forward as he groaned and grabbed my exposed thigh. His fingers trailed up my soft skin and caressed the curve of my bum. I shivered as he nibbled at my lip and toyed with the edge of my panties. "I want." I breathed, unable to say exactly what I wanted. Zane moved his lips to my neck and sucked gently. "I think I know what you want," he said softly. My stomach tightened as his breath hit my wet skin and his fingers moved toward my core. he pulled my face forward and connected our lips. I tried to deepen the kiss but he kept the pace slow and sensual as he moved against my mouth. I felt his hand go to my lower back before he flipped so that I was pressed into the soft bed. Zane kicked his legs to get the pants off and then reached up and tugged off his shirt. Heat prickled my skin as I stared up at his God-like form. He licked his lips and ran his hands down my body to the edge of my shirt and looked at me. I sat up slightly and allowed him to pull it off. I became shy as Zane's eyes flitted over my body, taking me in. I looked away flushed. "Don't," Zane whispered as he caught my hand. "Your body is a masterpiece" I let the truth in his eyes comfort me as I relaxed under him. He dropped his body close to mine and I relished in the heat of our skin touching. He trailed wet kisses along my collarbone before dipping down to the edge of my bra. His tongue licked the tender skin that peaked out from behind the lace making me arc my spine. Zane groaned as my breasts were pushed farther into his face. He reached around my back and pinched the shirt, his hands slowly skated up my arms and pushed the fabric aside. "So beautiful," he mumbled against my skin as his mouth left kisses over the exposed skin. The cold air tightened my exposed nipples into little buds. A moan slipped from my throat as his lips sucked one gently into his warm mouth. My pelvis flexed upwards by instinct eliciting a strangled sound from Zane as I pushed into his erection. He trailed his kisses around the curves of my breast, licking and tasting my flesh. Then he shuffled his body downward, dragging his lips along my stomach. My breath quickened when I realized what was happening. He looked up at me and scraped his teeth to the edge of my panties, hooking the lace and pulling them down. I felt hot and exposed as I watched his face drop between my legs. My first instinct was to snap my thighs. "Relax," he cooed as he pulled my legs apart. I dropped my head back and tried to listen to him as I felt his breath on my exposed core. I squirmed in anticipation and his hands went to my thighs to keep me still. I jolted forward when I felt his wet tongue flick over my clit. Electricity pounded through my veins as my whole body tensed with pleasure. I was a moaning mess as Zane's mouth tortured me. He ran his tongue in long strokes between my slit, brushing past my pleasure point then slipping back down. I sucked in air when I felt his finger at my entrance, swirling in my wetness. Zane sensing my nervousness, paid more attention to my clit. Sucking and stroking until I could feel the coil in my stomach tightening. I stiffened when I felt his finger enter me slowly but swiftly. My body relaxed when he didn't move right away, instead, he kneaded against my walls, flexing his finger upward. A whole new feeling of ecstasy washed over me. His internal massage coupled with his warm tongue on my clit sent my body over the edge as an orgasm ripped through me. Just like last time I lost all sense of time and space as my hips flexed against his hand and face. Once I came back to reality, I looked down to see him pressing his forehead against my thigh with his eyes closed. I giggled at him. My orgasm made me feel floaty and high. I tugged at Zane to come back up to me and sighed when he climbed up so his chest hovered over my face. I squirmed underneath of him and wrapped my hands around his hips, trying to pull him down. Every nerve in my body craved a closeness with him that I hadn't experienced yet. I gulped when he stood before me in all of his male glory. Zane dropped back onto the bed and cupped my head with both of his arms as he ground his hips into mine. I moaned as I felt his erection press against my core. He reached one hand down and grasped himself, guiding his manhood to my entrance. An intense pressure flooded my pelvis as he pushed himself slowly into me. His hand caressed my cheek as I adjusted to the feeling of him inside of me. Then he slowly moved his hips, pulling almost completely out of me before thrusting back in. The waves of pleasure that came from his plunges made me wobbly with the pleasure in my core. "Yess" Zane breathed as his lips found mine. I shivered at how deep his voice was. His body moved over mine with an expert rhythm as he slowly allowed himself to move faster. I clasped my hands onto his shoulders and dug my nails in as breathy whimpers were pushed out of my lungs. "Lift your hips," Zane growled. I was becoming lost in the crashes of emotion and pleasure around me. I tried to focus my foggy brain on his words and flexed my hips up, holding my weight with my legs. This new angle made Zane's erection hit a different place within me. With every smooth stroke, he pushed me closer to exploding. Just when I thought my body couldn't take any more Zane pressed himself down harder on my core and mashed his hips into mine. Light exploded behind my lids as every nerve in my body sang with pleasure. Our euphoric moans blended in the air around us as our bodies convulsed as one. I could feel the walls of my core clenching around Zane as his thrusts became sloppy, pulling his orgasm from him as mine winded down. Zane slumped forward, dropping his weight to my chest as we held each other. I wrapped my arms tightly around his head, wanting him to stay as close to me as possible. Our skin was sticky from exertion but I didn't care. His heart pounded heavily into my stomach, I had never in my life felt more relaxed in years. Not the fear of my past nor the present chaos got to me in that moment, I just felt sleepy and in seconds, I was snoring softly.

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