Her Sinful Desire Claiming His Sons Bride

Chapter 1

Sienna’s POV

I dragged my feet through the pouring rain, my clothes soaked through, but that was the least of my concerns. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying Adrian’s words from earlier.

“Sienna, I’m not sorry. You’re the cause of this. You’re just so naïve! You can’t expect me to go without sex for almost a year.”

“Fuck him!” I screamed, right there in the middle of the street, the rain plastering my hair to my face as strangers turned to stare. I didn’t care.

I couldn’t believe he was actually cheating on me, Not after all the love I’d given him.

But I saw it with my own fucking eyes. A blonde bitch was on top of him, riding him like she owned him, while he groaned like it was the best thing he’d ever felt.

Was I that boring? Was my love not enough for him to keep his dick in his pants?

That fucking asshole. I’d been dumped before, sure. But this? This one hit differently.

The worst part was that I went to his apartment to break up with him. Not because I wanted to… but because my father demanded it.

He’d arranged a marriage for me, with his Don’s son. A man I’d never even seen.

“Ugh, my life,” I muttered, tipping my head back into the rain.

That’s when I saw something, I saw a club across the street,The neon lights flashed like temptation.

A wild, stupid idea lit up in my head.

If there was ever a time to drink, it was after catching your boyfriend getting fucked.

Maybe I’d get drunk. Maybe I’d get wasted. Hell, maybe I’d get fucked before I got shackled to some mafia puppet.

I was tired of being the good girl. If I was going to be sold off like property, I might as well break myself first.

I crossed the road and stepped inside the chaos. The music throbbed like a heartbeat. The lights were flashing, while some people were dancing while others were busy making out.

“So this is what fun looks like.” I murmured it to myself, looking around.

I’d never been in a club before. Never even attended a proper party. No sleepovers, No night party.

Back in school, everyone teased me for being so… innocent. And they were fucking right. I was twenty-two, And still a freaking virgin.

I made my way to the bar and ordered a whiskey, I told him I wanted just a liquid form with no mixers.

They handed it over and I took it to a dark corner of the club, where the music wasn’t as deafening.

I sank into the seat and sipped the burning liquor, letting it sear its way down my throat.

Then I saw something that made my stomach churn with excitement. I don't know what happened but I feel an excitement in me.

Just five steps away from me. God!

His top three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the kind of tattooed, chiseled chest that didn’t belong in real life but here it is looking at me

My mouth went dry and I gulped down nothing

The ink on his skin curled over his abs that looked sculpted from sin, his veins snaked down his arms, and his hand wrapped around a glass of something dark.

He looked older. Maybe in his late thirties or early forties. Somewhere around my dad’s age, but hotter than hell.

My eyes traveled up from his dragon tattoo, tracing his chest to his sharp jawline.

God, that jaw. Laced with stubble I wanted to feel dragging across my thighs.

His lips? They are full and firm. The kind that didn’t ask for kisses, they took them.

And those eyes, they are dark, Unreadable and Commanding.

My thighs clenched involuntarily, heat pooling between them, as I stared, unable to stop myself.

Then he looked at me, Our eyes locked. That gaze didn’t just look at me, it devoured me.

It stripped me bare and pulled every ounce of breath from my lungs.