CHAPTER 19
LORENZO'S POV
What the f**k is she wearing?
The thought struck hard as I watched her step out, my eyes narrowing at the sight of her. That damn dress clung to every inch of her body like it was made for sin. My jaw clenched.
Sienna moved toward me, Noah’s hand wrapped around her waist like he had any f*****g right to touch her like that. She walked with that kind of quiet confidence that got under my skin—like she owned the ground she walked on, like she did not just throw my head into chaos.
That dress. Sleeveless. Skin-tight. A fabric that hugged every curve like it had something to prove. Her chest bounced with every step, barely contained, and her bare thighs were on full display. Smooth. Shiny. Exposed.
My c**k reacted before I could stop it, twitching painfully benea
