Todos los capítulos de CUFFED TO THE ROCKSTAR: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Sienna’s POV I stormed into Captain Reyes’ office without knocking, my blood already boiling. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, slamming the door behind me. “Live with him? For ninety days? In his mansion?” Captain Reyes didn’t even look up from the paperwork at first. He just pointed at the chair across from his desk. “Sit down, Vale.” “I’d rather stand.” He finally lifted his eyes, face tired and serious. “This isn’t a request. It’s an order.” I crossed my arms tight over my chest. “Sir, I just brought that asshole in last night. He’s a walking disaster. Assign someone else. Ramirez, Torres, anyone.” “You’re the best we’ve got for this,” he said flatly. “High-profile. The department’s under pressure. Judges, media, the label — everyone’s watching. One wrong move and Nova Kane walks free or we look corrupt. You don’t bend rules. That’s why it’s you.” I let out a bitter laugh. “So I have to babysit a spoiled rockstar who thinks laws don’t apply to him? In his house?” Rey

Sienna’s POV Sunlight poured through the massive kitchen windows the next morning. I walked in still half-asleep, hoping for coffee and some peace. Instead, I got Nova Kane standing at the stove wearing nothing but black sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His back was to me, tattoos shifting across his muscles as he flipped pancakes. He glanced over his shoulder, that signature smirk already in place. “Morning, Detective. Sleep well? Or were you too busy thinking about me?” I ignored the bait and headed straight for the coffee machine. “We need to set some ground rules for daily routine. Breakfast at eight. I check in with my captain at nine. You stay where I can see you at all times.” Nova turned around, holding a spatula like a weapon. His abs flexed as he leaned against the counter, eyes dragging over my simple tank top and shorts. “You look good in the morning. All messy hair and attitude. Makes me hungry for something besides pancakes.” “Rule one for toda

Sienna’s POV I bolted upright in bed, heart slamming against my ribs. The clock on the nightstand glowed 3:07 AM. A shadow still stretched across the floor under my door. He hadn’t left. I grabbed my robe, tied it tight, and marched over. When I yanked the door open, Nova stood there exactly like I’d pictured in my restless thoughts — shirtless, sweatpants riding low, chest rising and falling like he’d run a mile. His green eyes burned in the dim hallway light. “What the hell are you doing?” I hissed. Nova didn’t smile. Not at first. He just stared at me, jaw tight, like he was fighting some war inside his own head. “Couldn’t sleep, Detective. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept hearing that little moan you made when I kissed you.” Heat flooded my face. “Go back to your room, Kane. Now.” He stepped forward before I could close the door. His hand shot out, palm flat against the wood, stopping it easily. “Make me.” I pushed harder, but he was solid muscle and pure stubbornne

Nova’s POV I woke up with the taste of her still on my tongue and my cock hard enough to cut glass. Last night in the pool kept replaying in my head — Sienna falling apart on my fingers, that sweet moan when she came, then the sharp sting of her slap. Fuck, I wanted more. I wanted everything. She’d been avoiding me all morning. Hiding in her room like a scared little rabbit. Not today. I stood in the kitchen wearing only gray sweatpants, low on my hips, and started making breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, fresh coffee. The works. Let her try to ignore this. The smell finally dragged her out. Sienna walked in wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts, hair still messy from sleep. Her eyes flicked over my bare chest and quickly looked away. “Morning, Detective,” I said, flipping a pancake. “You ran away pretty fast last night.” She grabbed a mug and poured coffee without looking at me. “I’m not doing this, Nova. Last night was a mistake. It won’t happen again.” I turned off the stove and st

Sienna’s POV I stormed out of my room the next morning with Nova’s phone clutched in my hand like a weapon. My body still ached from yesterday, but the anger burned hotter than any leftover pleasure. “You son of a bitch,” I snapped, slamming the phone down on the kitchen island. “Explain these messages. Right now.” Nova froze with a coffee mug halfway to his lips. His green eyes narrowed. “You went through my shit?” “Don’t you dare turn this on me!” My voice rose. “ ‘Seduce her, get the evidence, or she dies too’? What the hell is that supposed to mean, Nova? Were you using me this whole time? Playing the damaged rockstar so I’d let my guard down?” He set the mug down hard. “It’s not what you think.” “Then tell me what it is!” I shouted, stepping closer. “Because right now it looks like I’m just another job to you. Another pussy to fuck while you handle your dirty business.” Nova’s face twisted with anger. He grabbed my arms, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to hold m