Whipped

Sienna’s POV

The silence in the room was thick. Electric. Like the moment just before lightning splits the sky.

I stood before them—bare, breathless, burning. The low lighting painted their faces in deep shadows and soft golds, giving them an almost otherworldly glow. They lounged on the sofa like kings, their eyes on me. Watching. Waiting.

Lorenzo’s gaze was steady, smoldering, his hands steepled