I didn’t answer with words.
I answered by reaching between us and freeing Damien’s c**k from his trousers.
He was thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip. I stroked him once, slow, watching the way his jaw flexed and his control frayed at the edges. His hands tightened on my waist hard enough to bruise.
“Sienna.” My name sounded like a warning and a prayer at the same time.
“Yes,” I whispered. “To all of it. The debts. The marriage. Them. You. Yes.”
Something dark and satisfied flashed through his eyes.
Then he lifted me and lowered me onto him in one smooth, ruthless thrust.
The stretch burned so good I cried out. He filled me completely, thick and deep, until my soft stomach pressed against his and there was nowhere left to go. Ryker’s hand tangled in my hair and turned my face s
