LOGIN“You are my stepbrother,” Viola whispered, her back pressing against the locked mahogany door. “Stepbrother.” The word left Sebastian’s lips like a curse. His shadow swallowed the room, caging her against the wood. He caught her chin, forcing her violet eyes to meet the ruthless amber of his. “A piece of paper doesn’t make us family, Dulzura,” he murmured, his thumb brushing her trembling lower lip. “It just makes you mine.” ************************************* Sebastian Cain Hierro doesn’t do romance. There are no gentle promises, no soft apologies, and absolutely no love games. A man bred in the violence of the cartel only understands one language: absolute, brutal control. For Viola, being dragged into his dark orbit is a terrifying awakening. She is a girl who only ever wanted to be cherished, suddenly trapped in a forbidden reality with a stepbrother who demands her complete surrender. Every touch behind closed doors is a sin. Every whisper is a command. Surviving him means playing by his twisted rules. She can have his protection, his heavy gaze, and his suffocating obsession—but he has made it dangerously clear that she can never, ever have his heart. But a girl like Viola doesn't know how to give her body without giving her soul. And when she inevitably pours all her desperate, unspoken love into a monster who is completely incapable of loving her back... where is her shattered heart supposed to go? *** Follow me on Instagram: @authorpria for exclusive teasers, sneak peeks, and book updates.
View More"No."The single syllable fell between them like lead."You don't own me," she said, her voice rising as panic finally pierced through the exhaustion. She wedged her forearms between their chests, digging her elbows against his ribs, pushing with everything she had left. "Let go of me! I said let go!""Stop fighting me, Viola."His grip shifted, wrapping around her upper arms like steel bands, completely absorbing her struggle without yielding an inch."I hate you!" she cried out, her small hands clawing frantically at his wrists, her nails scratching against the dark ink along his skin. "I hate you, I hate this house, and I hate every word you ever told me! Let me out!"She twisted violently, dropping her weight to drag herself out of his reach.Sebastian’s patience broke.With a low, dark growl in his throat, he spun her around, his arm locking over her collarbone, hauling her straight toward the narrow iron bed.Viola’s knees hit the mattress hard, the springs groaning beneath the
Sebastian took a step back, his amber eyes wide, dark, and conflicted as he watched her chest heave."Why didn't you tell me?" Viola wept, tears finally spilling hot down her cheeks. "Do you know how scared I was? Standing in that ballroom... watching you walk in with her... watching you look right through me like you didn't even know who I was? Do you have any idea what that felt like?"She wiped her wet face roughly with the back of her sleeve, her shoulders shaking violently."You don't care about anything. You only care about what you want. We are done, Sebastian. The agreement is over. I want to leave."She turned around, reaching down toward her bag.His hand caught her wrist in a vice."I told you," he said, pulling her back. "You are not going anywhere.""Leave me!" Viola cried, thrashing against his grip, digging her nails into the back of his hand. "Leave me, Sebastian! The fighting is pointless! I'm tired... I am so tired."Sebastian stepped into her space, his other arm wr
Viola stayed quiet, waiting calmly for a reply. She was too calm for the violent storm tearing through her chest, but she refused to let him see her break. Not tonight. Not in front of him.Sebastian lifted his hand, his fingers moving in the air to touch her cheek.Viola took a sharp step back, turning her face away from his reach."Don't."Sebastian’s hand hung empty in the air for a second before slowly dropping to his side."Where were you going, Dulzura?" he asked, his voice low and level."Don't call me that," Viola said, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag until her knuckles turned white. "You don't get to call me that anymore.""Where were you going?" he repeated."I was going away from here," she said, looking straight into his eyes. "Away from this house. Away from you. And I don't need your permission, Sebastian."She used his name with quiet defiance, throwing it back at him like a stone.Sebastian looked at her, his expression remaining completely calm. "Yo
The silence in the room stretched until Viola could hear the blood rushing through her ears.Her fingers stayed frozen around the brass handle of the door. Slowly, her neck stiffened, her head turning toward the dark corner by the window.A sharp, metallic click broke the stillness. A tiny yellow flame sparked to life. The flare illuminated the sharp, carved angles of Sebastian’s face. He held a gold lighter to the tip of a cigarette, drawing in with slow, unhurried calm until the paper crackled and glowed red. He let the lid snap shut, killing the flame, leaving only the small glowing ember hovering in the gloom.He was sitting back in the leather armchair beside the small desk, an ankle resting across his knee. The smoke drifted between them in the cold air, smelling of bitter tobacco and ash. He looked relaxed, unbothered, as if they were sitting down for afternoon tea instead of cornering each other in the dead of night.Viola stared at him in complete shock.She never noticed he
Dinner ended exactly as it began—stiff, quiet, and suffocating.Viola didn’t wait for Vanessa or her mother to stand up. The moment Rafael pushed his chair back, she slipped away from the table. She kept her head down, tracing the edge of the hallway until she found the heavy glass doors leading to
The heavy oak doors of the Hierro estate always felt too tall, like they were designed to make whoever walked through them feel small.Viola pulled the sleeves of her oversized sweater over her knuckles. She kept her head down, hoping her hair would fall over the sides of her face. Maybe if she sta
Viola spent the rest of the day hiding in her tiny bedroom.She didn't go down for lunch, and she skipped dinner entirely. She just sat on the edge of her bed, her knees pulled tight to her chest, waiting. She expected her mother to burst through the door at any second. She expected to be dragged t
The study in the Hierro estate always smelled the same. Old leather, expensive scotch, and decaying power.Sebastian stood near the massive mahogany desk, looking out the large window that overlooked the manicured gardens. He wasn’t wearing a suit jacket, just his dark shirt, unbuttoned at the coll
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