Chapter 378
Jarred kissed her forcefully, driven by a violent need to vent his emotions.
Sienna remained entirely stiff, her nerves pulled taut.
Without hesitating, she clamped her back teeth together, planning to bite down hard to break free.
But Jarred was too sharp.
Years of tactical police training allowed him to anticipate her every move.
Casually, he shifted his hand, gripping her jaw between his thumb and forefinger.
It was just enough pressure to stop her from snapping her teeth shut, but not enough to cause her real pain.
He even forced her mouth to stay slightly parted.
With his lips fused against hers, he relished the moment entirely.
Sienna was thoroughly wedged between him and the wall, completely immobilized.
She had no choice but to endure his reckless assault.
Hatred and defiance boiled violently in her chest. She kicked and thrashed her legs in a chaotic struggle.
But most of her kicks landed on empty air, failing to cause him even the slightest harm.
Jarred held the woman tightly in his arms, as if trying to crush her into his very bones.
When he had first started kissing her, it was purely out of anger and a desire to punish.
She hit him, she asked for a divorce, she repeatedly tested his limits.
He wanted to show her exactly who was in control.
But as the kiss deepened, the motive shifted.
He sank further in, the hostility in his heart slowly melting away.
Ever since the divorce drama began, the two of them had done nothing but fight.
Forget about such intimate physical contact; they barely even managed to exchange a single civil sentence.
Suddenly tasting her again, even if it started as an angry, punishing kiss, ignited an addictive hunger inside him.
He obsessively wanted to drown in the feeling, unwilling to let her go.
As the seconds ticked by, Sienna’s anger began to give way to a sliver of rationality.
She realized that the harder she fought, the more ruthless his kisses became.
Gradually, she stopped struggling.
Sensing the shift, Jarred assumed she had yielded to the kiss, finally compromising.
A hidden, triumphant thrill surged in his chest.
His movements subconsciously slowed down.
That fleeting moment of distraction was exactly what Sienna needed.
She kissed him back, ever so faintly.
The soft sensation brushed lightly against his lower lip. It was like a butterfly fluttering its wings-barely carrying any weight yet powerful enough to start a hurricane.
Jarred froze completely.
That tiny patch of skin she had kissed burned like fire, so intensely that his heart skipped a beat.
Now was her chance.
Seizing the exact moment his guard was down, Sienna raised her foot and, with every last drop of strength she had left delivered an even härder kick than the first
And she landed it with pinpoint accuracy on the exact same spot where the previous pain still lingered.
A brutal double blow.
Jarred let out a sharp grunt.
He stumbled back a couple of feet, leaning one hand against the wall for support, his head bowed.
His dark hair fell forward, masking his eyes and making it impossible to read his expression.
His chest heaved violently. Every breath pulled at the excruciating, sharp throb radiating from his leg, making his temples pulse with a stabbing headache.
After a moment, he looked up, his voice hoarse and low, laced with a chilling, dangerous amusement. “Why stop kicking p>
Sienna’s lips were flushed red, her breathing still erratic, yet her eyes were entirely cold and guarded. There was no lingering romance, only distant indifference.
She looked at the unpredictable man in front of her, feeling an endless wave of exhaustion.
She had no desire to waste another second arguing with him. Staring directly into his dark eyes, she spoke coldly. “Jarred, I am sick of your harassment. am sick of your favoritism Even looking at you absolute torture.