Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S DANGEROUS GAME : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Sienna spends the rest of the day focused on her sculpting, pouring every ounce of her energy and precision into the details. By the time she finishes, her professor stands speechless, circling the piece as if he’s examining a museum exhibit. “This,” he finally says, gesturing at the delicate grooves and the nuanced expressions she has captured, “is extraordinary, Sienna. The texture here,” he points to the folds of the subject’s clothing, “and the balance in proportion... it’s remarkable. I can’t wait to see the final result.” Sienna flushes at the compliment, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you, Professor.” “Are you working on anything else?” he asks, still marveling at the sculpture. “I am,” she admits. “I’ve been sketching, painting, and drawing too. Just... experimenting.” He raises a curious brow. “Experimenting is good, but where do you see yourself specializing?” She hesitates. “I’m not sure yet. I want to try everything before I make that dec

Sienna steps out of the bathroom, her skin still warm and dewy from the shower. Damp tendrils of her hair fall over her shoulders as she pads barefoot into the bedroom. Her gaze catches on the item lying atop the bed. At first glance, the fabric appears like ripples of the ocean captured in cloth—turquoise spirals and golden accents winding over a two-piece swimsuit. The bikini’s design is attractive to touch, with delicate threads shimmering under the bedroom light like sunlit waves. A small folded note sits beside it, stark white against the vibrant hues. "Wear it."Heat flushes her cheeks, and she glances toward the door as if Noah might be watching. The thought makes her lips twitch with shyness and anticipation. He always manages to leave her guessing. The idea of his plans sends a flurry of excitement through her. Quickly, she slips into the bikini, the fabric cool and soft against her skin. She lets her damp hair cascade freely, the waves still forming naturally as they dry.

He carries her away from the railing, settling onto the cushioned lounge chair and placing her on his lap. His cock is hard beneath her, pressing against the heat of her core through the thin fabric of his boxers. “You’re utterly delicious,” he murmurs, bringing her trembling hand to his lips. His tongue flicks over her fingers, cleaning her arousal with slow strokes. She shivers, her cheeks flushing under his dark appraisal. He adjusts her on his lap, guiding her thighs to straddle him. “Now,” he says, his voice rough and commanding, “let me show you how perfectly you belong to me.” With a firm hand on her hips, he shifts her, the tip of his cock brushing against her entrance. Sienna whimpers, her body already responding to him, and she lets herself sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch until he is seated deep inside her. Her breath hitches, her head falling back as Noah groans, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “So tight,” he growls. “So perfect for me.” He guides h

Sienna’s heels tap against the marble floors as she trails behind Aurora through the hushed corridor of Paragon Group’s executive wing. Noah stays behind, giving her space, though she can feel his quiet presence for whenever it's needed. She doesn’t look back, but she’s grateful for him. Aurora pushes open the heavy double doors to Stark’s office and steps aside, letting Sienna enter first. Sienna hasn't been anywhere near the company since Stark abandoned them. She has no fun memory of the company.The space had shelves lined with gleaming awards to the glasd floor-to-ceiling windows. The floral furnishings—soft golds and creams—try to temper the room’s severity. On one wall, a massive painting draws Sienna’s eye: Stark, Aurora, Nathan, Arthur, and Nylar, their smiles carefully curated. Her own absence, along with her mother Ophelia’s, makes her heart hurt, but she keeps her expression neutral, unwilling to give anything away. It shows that they were never part of the family.Aur

Osborne is arranging the counter at Kayol, wiping down the last glass when the muted sound of the television turns sharp, pulling his attention. The entertainment news anchor's voice is animated, almost electric, as they cut to live footage of the Paragon Group’s press conference. Osborne freezes, his hand stilling as Sienna’s poised figure fills the screen. For a moment, he doesn’t breathe. She stands behind the podium with the confidence of someone who owns the world—or is about to. Her crimson lips part as she speaks with precision, her words powerful and her stand unfazed. Her shoulders are squared, her expression unyielding, almost daring anyone to challenge her. "Good afternoon, everyone." Sienna's voice immediately commands attention. "Thank you all for being here today. I understand there has been considerable speculation about the future of Paragon Group since recent events unfolded." She pauses, her gaze sweeping the audience. "Let me start by introducing myself. M