Chapter 10

The stress of our new project was unreal.

Deadlines tighter than usual, investors breathing down our necks, contractors screwing up left and right.

And then there was her.

Sienna.

The woman who used to be just my best friend and right hand at work.

Now?

Now, she was the person who drove me insane every single day.

Because no matter how much chaos was happening around us—no matter how many fires we had to put out—we still had our sessions.

She still came in, still touched my hands like they were sacred, still licked, sucked, kissed like this was her only source of comfort.

And I let her.

Because I was too far gone.

But one day, I had to test something.

I had to know if it was really just my hands.

She was already in her trance-like state, running her fingers along my palm, lips just barely parting like she was about to sink into her usual routine.

At the last second, I moved my hand away.

And offered the other one.

Sienna blinked. Looked at me and looked away as fast as she could.

Confused, thrown off for a fraction of a second.

Then?

She tilted her head… and licked my other hand instead.

Like it didn't matter which one it was.

Like she was just wired for this.

And I swear to God, something inside me snapped. 

The next time, I took it further.

Instead of offering my hand outright, I slowly traced my finger along my own forearm.

From my wrist, dragging along the vein, all the way up to my knuckles.

And her eyes followed.

Like she was hypnotized.

And then—without hesitation—

She leaned in and licked.

All the way up.

From my arm to my wrist to my fingers.

Slow. Wet. Thorough.

I clenched my jaw so hard I thought I might break my teeth.

Because I was so fucking hard it actually hurt.

She had no idea.

No idea what she was doing to me.

She caught my finger in her mouth, humming slightly in satisfaction.

Like she just had a snack.

And then she left.

Left.

Like she didn't just reduce me to the most painfully turned-on state I had ever been in my life.

Like I wasn't sitting there, gripping the arms of my chair, trying not to lose my goddamn mind.

I let out a shaky breath, tilting my head back, eyes shut.

This wasn't a joke anymore.

This wasn't a game.

This had gotten out of control.

I wasn't just letting her anymore—I was guiding her.

Like some kind of deranged scientist testing the limits of human obsession.

Sienna had been so laser-focused on my hands that she didn't even realize what she was doing half the time.

Which meant—I could push her.

I could make her follow.

The next time she leaned in for her usual ritual, I pulled my hand away.

Not fast. Not suspicious. Just enough for her to miss it.

But before she could react, I tilted my head slightly, letting her lips land on my cheek instead.

She didn't stop.

She just… followed.

Like it was natural.

Like she was already wired for it.

Her lips barely grazed my cheekbone, soft, warm, hesitant.

And I felt it—that moment of realization, that split second where she knew she had just done something new.

But she didn't pull away.

She just breathed against my skin for half a second too long before finally sitting back, blinking like she was trying to process it.

I nearly laughed.

The next time?

I went further.

We were in my office, the door locked, her fingers skimming my wrist, about to pull my hand closer for her usual insanity.

I pulled away.

She followed.

But this time?

I turned, letting her lips graze my neck.

And she went with it.

Not hesitating.

Not even thinking.

She just pressed her mouth right against my pulse.

I clenched my jaw so damn hard I might've fractured something.

Because holy fuck.

She was so deep in her little hand-obsession that she hadn't realized she was being reprogrammed.

And I?

I was a sick bastard.

Because I wanted to keep going.

To see how far I could take it.

To see what happened when she finally woke up and realized where this was heading.

Because this wasn't just her problem anymore.

It was mine.