Chapter 92
She could be moved by any stranger who saved her, but never by him.
Jarred lowered his eyes, his face completely unreadable.
But his hands, hanging at his sides, slowly curled into tight fists.
His knuckles cracked.
He said nothing, his expression dark. “Let’s go p>
With that, he took the lead and strode into the gathering area.
The two team members exchanged a glance and hurried after him.
In the courtyard, Sienna was treating Caleb’s wound.
“Tell me if it hurts,” Sienna reminded him.
“It doesn’t.” Caleb gritted his teeth, glancing back at her with a small smile. “That captain just now… said you were married p>
“Yes,” Sienna replied without looking up.
The moment she spoke, the light in the doorway dimmed.
Sienna caught the movement in her peripheral vision.
A dark figure stepped inside, carrying the damp chill of the rain.
She didn’t stop her work, quickly finishing the bandage and patting Caleb on the shoulder. “All done p>
Without another word, she turned and headed straight for the medical staff lounge.
The second she walked in, her wrist was seized with inescapable force, yanking her hard against a solid chest.
Sienna looked up, her gaze colliding with his pitch-black eyes.
He was drenched in his tactical gear, looking absolutely ragged.
Yet he radiated a freezing intensity, his scrutinizing glare making her feel inexplicably guilty.
If she had looked closely, she would have noticed his shoulders trembling slightly.
But she didn’t.
“Jarred, let me go p>
Sienna struggled a couple of times, but couldn’t break free.
“No p>
Instead of backing away, his arm tightened, pinning her roughly against the door.
His towering frame leaned over her, his knee pressing between her legs, forcing her to shrink back.
Sienna kept her hands flat against his chest, feeling the rigid tension of his muscles and the burning heat of his breath on her face.
She tried to shove him, but he captured her wrists.
“What the hell do you want?” Sienna gritted her teeth.
“Dr. Sloan.” He lowered his head, his nose brushing her earlobe.
His hot breath fanned over her skin, sending a shiver of numbness down her shoulder. “Was that other man’s embrace warm p>
“Are you crazy, Jarred?” Sienna demanded, flushed with anger and embarrassment. She wriggled frantically to escape his grip. “I told you it was an accident p>
“Is that right?” he chuckled, though the sound was completely devoid of humor.
His palm slid slowly from the small of her back to her waist, his fingers tightening to lock her firmly against him. “Then why did it look like you were enjoying it p>
“Psycho p>
Before she could finish, the grip on her waist tightened.
His hands moved abruptly, gripping her waist and lifting her up.
Sienna was forced onto her tiptoes, her chest crashing flush against his.
He pulled her even closer.
Sienna felt his knee press higher, her heart skipping a beat as she bit her lip.
“It doesn’t matter if I’m out of my mind,” he murmured, his lips pressing against the shell of her ear. His voice was husky but laced with a lethal warning. “What matters is, Mrs. Sterling, we aren’t divorced yet p>
“So what p>
Sienna trembled with rage, fighting furiously, but the more she struggled, the tighter he restrained her.
“Even if you have eyes for other men,” he said lowly, his palm trailing down her back before gripping her side with a punishing squeeze.
Sienna shuddered.
He watched her squirm uselessly in his arms, like a predator toying with a cornered kitten, his gaze growing dangerously dark.
“Until we are completely done, you’d better make sure I don’t catch you. Otherwise p>
He suddenly ducked his head, biting down hard on her exposed collarbone in punishment.
Sienna arched back, her entire body going rigid.
His large hand, hidden beneath her skirt, trailed agonizingly up her thigh.
Just then, a voice called out from the hallway. “Dr. Sloan? Are you in there? Everyone is looking for you p>