Chapter twelve

She was so perfect and innocent. And to his surprise, she gave in more than he expected. He hoped she would give in just as much to walk away with him. Hand in hand, off the dance floor.

Luciano kept reminding himself in his head every minute that followed with Keirah in his presence. That he was there to hypnotize her and steal her off the dance floor. He was there to save her from his uncle and nothing else.

He recited the plan over and over to do the impossible of everything he needed to do to win her out of there. And walked with her to his room as his woman. That way, he could tell her what his uncle intended for her and warn her of men like his uncle.

But he got it all wrong.

He planned wrong.

He didn't plan beyond the plan; he didn't know he would have to deal with her beauty clouding all his senses when they danced. He didn't plan for her scent, which hypnotized him over and over.

Because that was now the only thing he could see and feel.

He watched Keirah's beautiful fa