Se connecter**Chapter 65**SIENNA'S POV The car ride home was silent.I sat beside Nico in the dark backseat, legs pressed tightly together, his come still warm and slick between my thighs. Every small shift of my body reminded me of the garden—the cold stone wall against my palms, the way he had bent me over and fucked me while the party continued only fifty feet away, the filthy, breathless risk of it. The thin fabric of my underwear was ruined. I could feel him with every breath. He didn’t speak. He didn’t touch me. He only watched the road through the windshield, the muscle in his jaw flexing like he was holding something violent and hungry in check. The city lights slid across his face in broken patterns. He looked carved from something harder than ordinary men.When the car finally stopped in front of the house, he opened my door and waited. I stepped past him without looking up. The foyer was quiet and dim. Most of the lights had already been turned off. Somewhere above us, the rest of th
**Chapter 64**SIENNA'S POV I lasted twenty minutes before I stepped outside.The backyard was darker than the house. String lights glowed low between the trees, casting soft gold across the stone paths and trimmed hedges. Music still reached out here, muffled by distance and leaves. A few people stood near the far end of the garden with cigarettes, their voices low and occasional laughter drifting on the night air, but the side path stayed empty. I told myself I just needed air. That the ballroom had become too warm, too loud, too full of eyes. That I wasn’t looking for him.I was lying.My skin still felt too tight. Every step in the green dress reminded me of the dance—of how hard he had been against me, how deliberately he had pressed and rolled his hips while the rest of the room kept turning under the chandeliers. Between my legs I was still wet, the evidence of it uncomfortable and impossible to ignore. The word he had used earlier kept echoing in the back of my mind, low and
**Chapter 63**SIENNA'S POV Mom had one of the house staff help me get ready.I stood in front of the mirror while the woman zipped the dress. Dark green, almost black under the soft light. It clung to my breasts, dipped low between them, then followed the line of my waist before settling over my hips. The back was open to the base of my spine. Thin straps. A modest slit that still showed the long line of my thigh when I walked.“You look beautiful,” Mom said from the doorway, already smiling. “Let them see it tonight.”I barely recognized myself. Hair in loose waves. Soft makeup that made my mouth look fuller. Elegant. Exposed. Dangerous.When I stepped out of the bedroom, they were already waiting in the foyer.Enzo stood with Marco and Leo. Mom fixed an earring. Nico leaned against the wall, phone in hand—Then he looked up.The phone lowered slowly.I started down the stairs.Conversation stopped.Leo’s eyes widened. Marco’s gaze tracked me. Mom made a soft, proud sound. Nico did
**Chapter 62**SIENNA'S POV I didn’t sleep.Every time I closed my eyes I felt Nico’s fingers again. His mouth. The way he’d gone completely still the second my mother mentioned me finding someone. Jealous. Possessive. Exact. The memory of him walking out while I was still shaking stayed under my skin like a second bruise.The house was too quiet. Too big. I lasted until a little past one before the restlessness won. I pulled on soft shorts and an oversized shirt, cracked my door, and stepped into the dark hallway.That was when I heard it.The low, solid crack of pool balls colliding. The quiet clink of glass. Voices drifting up from the open doorway of the den downstairs—masculine, relaxed, edged with whiskey.I should have gone back to bed.Instead I moved closer, bare feet silent on the runner, and stopped just short of the light spilling across the floor.Marco’s voice came first, calm and cold.“—needs to be handled before the weekend. He’s been short two weeks in a row. People
**Chapter 61**SIENNA'S POV He didn’t ask again.The belt came open with a sharp sound. He shoved his jeans down just far enough, dragged me to the edge of the bed by my thighs, and pushed inside in one hard thrust.The stretch punched the air out of me. Thick. Deep. No time to adjust. He bottomed out and stayed there for a second, jaw clenched, eyes locked on mine like he was daring me to look away. Four years of distance collapsed into the single, brutal fact of him inside me again.“Still a stranger?” he muttered.I didn’t answer. My hands fisted in the sheets. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in—A knock cut through the room.Three light taps.My mother’s voice. “Sweetheart? You awake?”We both froze.His cock was still buried inside me. My legs were still spread around his hips. Panic shot through me so fast I almost shoved him off. He didn’t move. Instead he pulled out slowly, eyes sharp with calculation, and dropped to his knees between my thighs like he’d don
**Chapter 60**SIENNA'S POV I didn’t remember walking upstairs.One second I was in the kitchen with the taste of his blood still in my mouth, the next I was inside my room with the door locked and my back against it. My palm still stung from the slap. My lips felt swollen. I could still feel the exact pressure of his mouth, the way he’d kept kissing me even after I bit him, the way my body had opened for him before my mind could stop it.I hated how wet I was.I shoved off the door and went straight to the bathroom, turned the shower on cold, and stood under it until my skin prickled and my teeth nearly chattered. It didn’t help. Every time I closed my eyes I saw that wicked little smile and the streak of blood on his chin. I saw the way he’d looked at me after the slap—like the fight only made him hungrier.When I finally got out, the house was quiet. No voices downstairs. No television. Just the low hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of old wood settling around secrets it







