Nate
SHE PUSHED me back without hesitation or even a hint of softening despite what had just happened between us in the middle of the dark hallway.
I let myself move half a meter, more because I wanted to see what she would do next than because she made me.
Sienna didn't step away immediately. Her chest rose once—sharp, controlled—but her face had already reset.
Composed and untouchable.
Like the last few minutes where she almost screamed my name as she climaxed didn't happen.
I watched her closely.
Her makeup was light. Clean. Careful in the way men like Marcus preferred—something that made her look gentle, approachable, easy.
An obedient wife.
That was the image she carried in every room.
But right now… her eyes were cold and distant. And it didn't match a
