Sienna stared at the hallway mirror, lipstick half-smeared, pulse running wild. She wasn’t supposed to be getting ready. She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. But the danger had carved a hunger inside her that nothing else could feed.
Her husband was upstairs in the shower. The water running masked every sound. She could already picture Adrian leaning against her kitchen counter again. But tonight wasn’t about secret visits when the house was empty.
Tonight was about breaking the last line.
She heard the soft knock at the back door. Sharp. Confident. It wasn’t the first time he’d let himself into a place he didn’t belong.
Sienna opened the door.
Adrian stepped inside, dressed in a black T-shirt and dark jeans, his scent already wrapping around her like smoke. His eyes flicked upward,
