SIENNA’S POV

“What am I to you?” I snapped, my voice slicing through the tension that had been choking the room since last night. “Some kind of barn animal you can contemplate while I squeeze out babies for you?”

The words came out sharp, trembling with both rage and disbelief.

Luther didn’t even flinch. He stood there with that maddening calm that made me want to rip the smugness right off his face. His gaze trailed over me—not gentle not lustful… or rather too lustful. He ...