Crimson Loyalty

3. Mirror

Her hands knew the truth before her mind ever said it aloud.

Sienna lay beneath the silk sheets of their penthouse bedroom, city lights flickering across her bare skin through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Dario was out-some late-night "business" that didn't require her presence. She didn't ask anymore. Didn't care.

Not when her thoughts were still tangled with another man's voice.

Nico Moretti.

That quiet storm of a man, all dark eyes and dangerous restraint.

She rolled onto her back, the sheets slipping low on her chest. Her hand skimmed the flat plane of her stomach, a lazy drift of fingers that traced no particular pattern-just searching for something to anchor her in the heat building beneath her skin.

God, the way he looked at her.

Like he saw through the diamond rings, the tailored dresses, the polished poise Dario demanded of her.

Like he knew.

Knew how long it had been since someone touched her like they meant it. Since someone set her on fire with a single glance.

Her fingers dipped lower, sliding past the barrier of her silk panties. She exhaled, lips parting, her free hand fisting the sheets.

She imagined him behind her. His voice in her ear.

"Say it. Say you want me."

Her breath hitched.

---

Meanwhile...

Nico's hips snapped forward, the girl beneath him moaning something that didn't even sound like his name. He didn't care. She wasn't why he was here.

He had her pressed against the mirror of his private suite, her dress bunched at her waist, his hands gripping her thighs. It was physical. Fast. Empty.

But in his mind?

Sienna.

Always her.

Her lips. Her voice. The curve of her throat when she tilted her head at him like a dare.

"You want what you can't have."

He growled low in his throat, burying himself deeper, harder.

The girl gasped.

But it was Sienna's eyes he saw. The fire. The challenge. The need she tried so hard to hide.

His release hit like a brick wall-sudden, brutal, and hollow.

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Back in the penthouse...

Sienna arched, her body tightening as the ache inside her crested. She bit her lip to stifle the sound that wanted to escape-Nico's name.

Her breath trembled.

She came hard, the orgasm flooding through her like a secret she couldn't confess.

And still, she didn't open her eyes.

Because she knew, if she did... she'd see her own reflection in the glass.

And know she wasn't the only one staring into the night, chasing something she couldn't have.