Twisted Loyalty

Chapter 30: Giving In

Sienna

The soft glow of the moon filters through the curtains, casting shadows across my room as I lie in bed, staring up at the ceiling. I've been like this for what feels like hours—tossing and turning, my mind racing with thoughts I can't control. No matter how hard I try, I can't get Dante out of my head.

The tension between us earlier was like nothing I've ever felt before. The way his hands lingered on my thighs, the way he pulled me close and whispered those dark promises into my ear... It's all I can think about. The heat from the memory of his touch still lingers on my skin, making it impossible to calm down. I've been lying here, trying to talk myself out of the pull he has on me, but I can't escape it.

I sit up, running my fingers through my hair, my heart racing as I contemplate what I'm about to do. This is crazy, I tell myself. Don't do it. But before I can stop myself, I'm slipping out of bed and padding quietly across the room. My body moves before my mind can catch up, my heart pounding as I make my way down the hall, every step filled with anticipation.

When I reach Dante's door, I hesitate for a moment, my hand hovering over the doorknob. What am I doing? But I can't turn back now. Not after everything that's been building between us. I need to be near him. I need to feel him close, even if just for a moment.

I twist the knob and push the door open, my breath catching in my throat as I step inside. The room is dark, but I can make out the shape of him lying in bed, the soft rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps. He's shirtless, the sheets pooled low around his waist, revealing the hard lines of his torso, the ink on his skin barely visible in the moonlight. My heart stutters in my chest as I stare at him, my body reacting to just the sight of him.

For a moment, I just stand there, watching him, unsure of what to do next. He looks so peaceful, so different from the man who's always so composed and in control. The sight of him like this, so unguarded, stirs something deep inside me, something I can't ignore.

Quietly, I shut the door behind me and take a slow, tentative step forward. My pulse quickens as I move closer to the bed, my nerves buzzing with every step. I know this is insane. I know I should turn around and go back to my room. But I can't. Not now. Not after everything we've been through tonight.

I walk to the opposite side of the bed, my breath shallow as I look at him, waiting for any sign that he's awake. But he doesn't move, doesn't stir, and I feel a strange sense of relief and excitement all at once. Slowly, carefully, I lift the edge of the covers and slip beneath them, the cool sheets brushing against my skin as I settle into the bed beside him.

I freeze for a moment, lying there, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare up at the ceiling. What are you doing, Sienna? But I can't help it. Just being this close to him, feeling the warmth of his body next to mine, makes my whole body hum with anticipation.

I turn slightly, glancing over at him. He's only wearing boxers, the fabric clinging to his hips, the hard lines of his body outlined under the sheets. The sight of him like this, so vulnerable yet so powerful, sends a rush of heat through me, and I feel my breath hitch. My gaze lingers on his bare chest, the tattoos that cover his skin, the way the muscles in his arms flex even in sleep. He's so close, so real, and I can't help but feel a thrill run through me at the thought of being in bed with him.

I lie there, barely breathing, waiting for him to wake up and tell me to leave. Waiting for him to say this was a mistake, that I'm crossing a line. But the silence stretches on, and I find myself sinking deeper into the mattress, the warmth of his body surrounding me.

Just when I think I've made it through the night without him noticing, I feel him shift behind me. My breath catches, and I go completely still, my heart racing as I wait for him to say something, to ask me what the hell I'm doing in his bed. But instead of pushing me away, he does something that makes my entire body freeze with shock.