**Chapter 65**

SIENNA'S POV

The car ride home was silent.

I sat beside Nico in the dark backseat, legs pressed tightly together, his come still warm and slick between my thighs. Every small shift of my body reminded me of the garden—the cold stone wall against my palms, the way he had bent me over and fucked me while the party continued only fifty feet away, the filthy, breathless risk of it. The thin fabric of my underwear was ruined. I could feel him with every breath. He didn’t speak. He didn’t touch me. He only watched the road through the windshield, the muscle in his jaw flexing like he...