SIENNA’S POV

For a second, I didn’t move.

My breath snagged somewhere between shock and embarrassment as that hand stayed firm around my waist—steady, warm, unshakable. Whoever it was, they held me like they had every right to, like they’d done it before.

Who the hell would dare touch me like that?

Not that I cared.

I was just… curious.

Slowly, I turned my head.

And there he was.

The man holding me didn’t belong to the soft-lit luxury of this place. He owned it.

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