Sinfully Yours StepDaddy

Chapter 5

The near discovery left a mark.

For two full days Sienna and Roman kept careful distance. They passed each other in the hallway without touching. They sat at the same table for meals and spoke only when her mother was listening. Every glance felt dangerous. Every accidental brush of fingers felt like a risk too big to take. The silence between them grew heavy, charged, almost painful.

Sienna hated it.

She hated how much she watched the clock, waiting for night. She hated the way her body still ached for him even while guilt sat cold in her stomach. Most of all she hated the quiet fear that he might decide the risk was no longer worth it.

On the third night her mother announced she would be staying overnight at a friend’s house after a late charity event. The words hung in the air like a gift and a threat at the same time.

Roman’s eyes met Sienna’s across the table for the first time in days. Something dark and certain moved through his gaze.

The moment the front door closed behind her mother that evening, the house changed.

Roman found Sienna in the living room. He did not speak. He simply took her hand and led her upstairs to the master bedroom, the one he shared with her mother. The symbolism of it made Sienna’s pulse race. He closed the door, locked it, and turned to her.

“No more careful,” he said. “Not tonight.”

He undressed her slowly this time, taking his time with every piece of clothing, like he was reclaiming what he had denied himself for days. When she stood bare in front of him he simply looked at her for a long moment, eyes dark with something that felt heavier than lust.

“You’re in my head,” he said quietly. “All the f*****g time.”

Sienna stepped closer. “You’re in mine too.”

He kissed her like he was starving. They fell onto the bed that belonged to her mother, and the wrongness of it only made everything sharper. Roman took her slowly at first, then harder, deeper, like he was trying to carve himself into her memory. Sienna held onto him and let herself fall, the guilt and the need tangled so tightly she could no longer tell them apart.

Afterward they lay in the dark, bodies still joined, his hand resting over her heart.

“This is going to destroy us,” she whispered.

Roman’s voice was low against her hair. “Probably.”

“And you’re still not stopping.”

“Neither are you.”

She had no answer for that.

They stayed in the master bedroom longer than they should have. Roman ordered food. They ate in bed. He touched her again between bites, like he could not keep his hands off her now that the house was empty. By the time midnight came they were both exhausted and still not finished with each other.

Sienna fell asleep against his chest.

She woke to the sound of a car in the driveway.

For a second the sound did not make sense. Then pure ice flooded her veins. She sat up fast, heart slamming.

“Roman.”

He was already awake, already moving. “She’s early.”

Headlights swept across the bedroom curtains. Car doors closed. A familiar laugh floated up from outside.

Her mother was home.

Roman was on his feet in seconds, throwing Sienna’s clothes at her. “Get dressed. Now.”

Sienna’s hands shook so badly she could barely pull her shirt over her head. Roman dressed faster, expression hard and focused. He crossed to the door and listened. Footsteps were already on the stairs.

“s**t,” he muttered.

Sienna looked around wildly. There was nowhere to hide that would not look obvious. The closet. Under the bed. Both felt like traps.

Roman grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the bathroom connected to the master bedroom. “In here. Stay quiet.”

He pushed her inside and closed the door just as the bedroom door opened.

Sienna pressed her back against the bathroom wall, hand over her mouth, barely breathing. Through the thin door she heard her mother’s voice, bright and slightly tipsy.

“Roman? You’re still up?”

His reply was calm, almost bored. “Couldn’t sleep. How was the event?”

“Long. I’m exhausted. Why is the bed a mess?”

There was a short pause. Sienna’s heart felt like it would break out of her chest.

“I was reading in here earlier,” Roman said. “Must have left it like that.”

Her mother made a soft sound of acceptance. Drawers opened. Fabric rustled. The bed creaked as she sat down.

“Are you coming to bed?” her mother asked.

“In a minute. I need water.”

Footsteps moved toward the bathroom door.

Sienna’s eyes went wide. She had nowhere to go. The bathroom was small. The shower was glass. There was no place left to hide.

The doorknob turned.

Roman’s voice stopped it. “I’ll get it from the kitchen. Go to sleep. You look tired.”

Another pause. Then her mother’s soft laugh. “You’re sweet when you want to be. Don’t stay up too late.”

The bedroom door closed a moment later. Soft footsteps faded down the hall toward the stairs? No. Toward the other side of the house? Sienna could not tell. She only knew the doorknob had stopped turning.

Roman opened the bathroom door a crack. His face was tight.

“She’s in the hallway bathroom,” he whispered. “You have maybe thirty seconds. Go. Back to your room. Now.”

Sienna slipped past him on silent feet, heart in her throat, and ran.

She made it to her bedroom and closed the door without a sound just as she heard her mother return to the master bedroom and say something to Roman that she could not make out.

Sienna stood in the dark, back against her door, shaking so hard her teeth nearly chattered. The near miss left her dizzy. One more second and everything would have been over.

She stayed there for a long time, listening to the quiet house, waiting for her pulse to slow.

It never fully did.

Because even through the fear, even through the guilt that sat like a stone in her stomach, one thought kept circling and would not leave.

She already wanted him again.