Chapter 403
“Sienna, you’re shaking.” His voice was incredibly low, like a sleepwalker’s murmur.
He raised a hand, his fingers brushing against her hair.
So soft, like a feather’s touch.
Sienna froze entirely.
“You’re afraid of me,” Maloney said.
His voice held confusion, grievance, and a kind of vulnerability she had never seen in him.
He leaned forward slightly, like a mountain slowly toppling over.
His fingers slid from her hair to her cheek.
His touch was warm, slightly calloused.
Sienna shifted a step sideways. “I’m not afraid of you, but you aren’t in your right mind right now p>
“I’m very lucid p>
Maloney pressed closer.
Holding his burning forehead, he stumbled toward her.
His hot breath cascaded against her neck, carrying an overwhelming sense of dominance.
Sienna’s heart raced; she had no time to think.
She yelled toward the door, “Help… Somebody help p>
Yet, for some reason, there wasn’t a single person around today.
Not even the other patrons were wandering in this direction.
“Sienna Maloney’s voice was hoarse and deep, laced with heavy temptation. His eyes held only primal hunger. “Don’t move p>
In the cramped corner of the room, no one answered, and no one came to her rescue.
Sienna shoved her hands against his chest, resisting with all her might as she backed away, her expression tense and cold.
“Maloney, snap out of it p>
The drug was potent; a man stripped of his senses couldn’t hear reason.
Maloney had completely lost control.
His rationality was swallowed by the burning heat and confusion. His usual gentlemanly restraint was gone.
He leaned in, his searing breath brushing past her ear.
In the chaos, his warm lips suddenly brushed against her cheek.
The sensation was like a bolt of lightning striking straight to her core.
She shoved him with everything she had.
But Maloney didn’t budge.
“Maloney! Calm down!” Sienna tried to wake him.
Maloney closed his eyes, the veins. on his forehead bulging slightly, his breathing heavy and ragged
That brief touch seemed to have unlocked some floodgate inside him.
He lost control, his mind gone.
The moment that soft, burning sensation landed,
Sienna’s whole body stiffened, her heart filled with bone-chilling cold and humiliation.
Maloney tried to close in again, but in the nick of time—
“Bang p>
The door to the private room was kicked open from the outside.
Jarred Sterling’s tall, imposing figure stepped through, bringing a blast of ey fury against the backlight.
His eyes were terrifyingly cold. When his gaze landed on the horrific, chaotic scene before him, the temperature in the room plummeted below freezing.
Without a second of hesitation, Jarred closed the distance with a few long strides.
Gathering all his strength, he drove a merciless punch straight into the side of Maloney’s face.
“Thud p>
The sickening crack of bone was deafening.
Already weakened and disoriented by the drug, Maloney had absolutely no defense.
The heavy blow sent his large frame completely off balance, crashing hard onto the floor.
His face swelled the second it hit the ground.
His right cheekbone bruised over instantly, and a gash split his lip, blood dripping down his chin.
Jarred stood over him, looking down.
His fists were still clenched, his knuckles smeared with Maloney’s blood.
He was breathing heavily, his entire expression masked by a cold, hardened exterior.
“Maloney,” he growled, his voice like a demon clawing out of hell. “Care to explain yourself p>