Sienna’s POV
In my dream, I could feel someone tracing slow circles on the inside of my thighs—his fingers light, teasing, knowing. My breath caught. Then, strong hands wrapped around my neck, not tight, just firm enough to remind me who was in control.
He leaned in, lips brushing my ear, voice low and dangerous. "Open up for me, baby."
I moaned out a yes before I could stop it.
"You remember you’re mine, right?" His voice was thick with ownership, heat, and that frustrating sense of knowing he had me.
"And I’m yours," I whispered back.
"Do you want this, d**k?"
Yes. Yes, I did. Every twisted part of it.
"Then open up for me, love."
I did. Right there in the dream. My body followed without question. I—
A scream tore through the air.
Not his.
Not mine.
On-screen.
I shot up lik
