Chapter 369
Sienna lowered her gun. "Thorn, what the hell do you want?"
Thom suddenly snapped, his eyes bloodshot as he demanded, “You slept with him, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Sienna turned to meet his gaze, her eyes utterly cold. “But what does that have to do with you?”
Thorn’s heart twisted with pain. He let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh. “What does it have to do with me? Yeah, right. What does it have to do with me? Hah.”
Sienna was just about to call Lana to throw him out.
But before she could, Thom suddenly tore his own clothes apart, pressed himself toward her, and forcefully pushed her down onto the bed.
“He can! Why can’t I?" he shouted.
Sienna tried to kick him away, but Thorn’s hand had already slipped under her skirt. His sharp, charming face closed in, trying to kiss her.
Sienna frowned and quickly dodged. She managed to avoid his lips landing on hers.
“Thorn, do you have a death wish?” Sienna said coldly.
As soon as the words left her mouth, there was a slicing sound–the knife sank into flesh.
Sienna’s eyes flew wide in shock as she stared at the dagger in her hand, now buried in Thorn’s chest.
Blood welled up and poured out.
Thom had already prepared the dagger, making Sienna hold it. With just a bit of force from him, it pierced through his own skin and flesh.
Blood kept dripping, staining Sienna’s white nightgown bright red.
Thorn gave a twisted, bloodthirsty smile, then lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her neck. So sweet, so soft, he thought.
“Just a little harder and I’ll be dead,” he said with a strange calm.
Sienna’s hand actually started to tremble in that moment, some strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside her.
Thom’s hand slid beneath her clothes, moving boldly over her bare skin.
“You really aren’t afraid of dying, are you?” Sienna said coldly.
The color slowly drained from Thorn’s face as his broad shoulders pinned her down.
His knee forced her legs apart.
Sienna sensed something was off about him. Her grip on the dagger tightened, and she drove the dagger even deeper into his chest.
Thorn just let out a muffled groan, his breath hot and ragged against her ear as he pleaded, “Look at me. If he can have you, why can’t I? I swear, I won’t let you down. Please, just this once, I’m begging you.”
“Just this once. Let me have you, just once. Please.”
“Ten years. We’ve been together for ten years. Don’t tell me you feel nothing for me. Even if you kept a pet for ten years, you’d get attached. I don’t believe you don’t care about me at all.”
“I love you so much. Please, I’m begging you.”
“Just once. Just love me just this once, please.”
Sienna tried to pull the dagger out, but Thorn locked her hand in a death grip, refusing to let go.
That dagger was a one-way ticket–once it went in, there was no pulling it back out.
Her lashes trembled as she spoke. “Get off me first, and maybe I’ll think about it.”
Thorn let out a cold laugh, then ran his tongue slowly along her neck.
“Hazel, you really can’t lie to me. I know I was a mess at first. Yeah, I used to do drugs and party, but I never slept around. My body’s clean now, you don’t have to worry."
“Thom! Are you out of your damn mind? Get off me right now!” Sienna snapped.
His burning palm pressed against her bare skin, and she could feel his arousal hard against her. Sienna frowned, realizing exactly what he was doing.
His eyes were tinged red with frustration as he demanded, “I’ve been celibate, so why can’t you accept me?”
“Do you want the truth?” Sienna asked.
“I don’t care. I just want you," Thom said, his voice rough with desperation. "I’ve wanted you for a long time, haven’t I? You can accept Julian…"
Sienna went quiet. You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, she thought.
Her pale palm inched toward the sharp blade.
Thorn jerked upright.
Sienna seized the moment. She yanked the dagger free, tossed it out the window, then flipped over and twisted Thom’s arms behind his back, pinning him down in one swift move.
“Hazel, you…” Thorn started.
But before he could finish, Sienna knocked him out cold.