The night pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the suite, a black velvet curtain dotted with city lights.Sera stood at the glass, arms clasped tightly around her chest, trying to contain the storm inside her.She hated him.She hated the way he made her feel.She hated the way her body responded to him — starving, desperate, hungry.And she detested that aspect of her, this dark, starving aspect of her she barely knew, *loved* the way he unraveled her.*You need to leave,* she told herself.*You need to remind yourself who you are.*It was too late, however.The man had stitched himself into her skin, into her very breaths.And she couldn't unravel him.---Behind her, the door of the suite quietly clicked shut.Heavy footsteps strode across the room, slow and deliberate.Sera tensed.She did not turn around.She did not have to.She felt him — Valerio — like a stormfront sweeping in.Dangerous. Imminent."Sera," he said, his voice a dark caress.She winced at his use of h
The first thing Sera became conscious of was warmth.Not just the heavy, expensive bedding that surrounded her, but the heat of a body lying next to hers — large, heavy, emitting a quiet possessiveness even in sleep.Her heart stumbled.*No.*She squeezed her eyes shut.Maybe it was a dream.Maybe she'd fallen asleep backstage and this was some delirious fantasy brought on by exhaustion.But when she opened one eye, what she saw was more deadly than any nightmare.Valerio De Luca.Half undressed.An arm loose around her waist, pinning her in place.His dark eyelashes against his razor-sharp cheekbones, lending him a look almost. innocent.If it were possible for a man like him.---Sera stiffened, trying to piece together the night before.Images flashed in clusters:His mouth.His hands.The manner in which he *worshipped* her body until she couldn't remember her own name.Until she remembered nothing but the brutal, punishing pleasure he'd inflicted on her.Her thighs clenched toget
Sera stood in front of Valerio's massive penthouse door, racing heart so thudding she was certain anyone could hear it from down the street.Her bag was loaded.She'd stolen it from the closet when he'd withdrawn to his office — no doubt to make over some foul, bloody deal she had no desire to take part in.She tightened her grip on the strap.*You can do this. Simply get up. Go, Sera.*Her trembling hands wrapped around the golden door handle.Twisted.Pulled.It creaked open.Freedom.Close.She pushed out into the corridor, fighting not to breathe too deeply.Not to see how with each step she got farther away from him something in her chest groaned open and bled.---She reached the elevator.Pressed the button with desperate fingers.The doors opened and she near *threw* herself on.Heart racing in her throat, she pounded her hand on the ground floor button.*Come on, come on—*The doors started to close.And then — a hand.Strong, big, and oh-so-familiar.Ripped them open again.
Sera rested against the side of the enormous bed, looking at the velvet cuffs dangling from the headboard.Her wrists still burned from where Valerio had bound them to his tie in the elevator.Her thighs still ached from the rejection he'd teased her with sadistically.And here she was.His captive.Again.Shrouded in silk sheets, choking on the scent of him.She hated him.She hated herself more for how much her body hurt for him anyway.---The door creaked open with a resounding *thud.*Valerio stepped in, shedding his black suit jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt.The tattoos on his forearms rippled with every movement, wicked and dark.Sera winced involuntarily.He saw it.Of course he did.And he smiled — that slow, ruinous smile that made her thighs clench against her will."Relaxed, *angel?*"he asked, voice heavy with sarcasm.She said nothing.Just glared.Valerio chuckled, low and menacing."You'll learn, little dancer.""You'll learn to answer when I s
Sera stood frozen in the center of the room.Blindfolded.Naked.Arms tied behind her back with silk rope that Valerio had tied so expertly, intentionally — not for binding, but for beauty. The clever knots wound across her skin like a macabre tapestry, each one a reminder of her helplessness.Her breath was shallow.Shallow.Quick.Each nerve ending exposed.Her heart slammed against her ribs.She hated him for doing this to her.Hated herself more for how wet she already was.---Valerio circled her slowly.Boots thudding heavily on the hardwood floor.A predator inspecting his prey.Every few steps, he would brush his knuckles lightly over her bare skin — a fleeting touch that left her shuddering, desperate, insane for more."You’re beautiful like this," he murmured.His voice wrapped around her like velvet and barbed wire."Bound. Blind. Helpless."Sera whimpered softly.She hated being this exposed.Hated the way her body craved the very man who had confined her.---Valerio stop
Sera woke up wrapped in cool silk sheets, the scent of leather and spice on her skin — *him*.Her body ached so beautifully.Between her legs.In her wrists and ankles where the ropes had been.In every trembling inch of her that he had used, touched, spoiled.She moved a bit, wincing at the pain.And she remembered.The blindfold.The ice.The way he had drawn pleasure from her until she was weeping and begging shamelessly.Heat surged up her neck.God, what was wrong with her?She had barely time to think before she heard him — *Valerio's* slow, deliberate step coming across the floor.---She stiffened, attempting instinctively to pull the sheet up to cover herself, but before she could, he was there.Leaning over her.A dangerous, predatory shadow."Don’t hide from me," he said, voice low and rough.His hand ripped the sheet away.Sera gasped as her nakedness was bared again.But it wasn't just the exposure that made her tremble.It was the *look* in his eyes.Like he was a starvi
Sera woke up to the stinging lash of leather against her thighs.A jolt of consciousness ran through her body, shaking her out of the haze of sleep.She gasped as she tried to move — her wrists were still tied, but this time in something softer: silk rope.And she wasn't on the bed anymore.No.Valerio had set her on her knees on a low, cushioned bench at the foot of the bed.Arms tied behind her back.Legs spread wide with a silk strap keeping her knees apart.Bared.Vulnerable.Waiting.---"Good morning, *angel,*" Valerio's voice purred from somewhere in back of her.Mocking.Dangerous.Heart pounding, Sera turned, trying to glimpse him, but the blindfold over her eyes kept that from her."Where—" Her voice cracked."Where are you?"A low laugh.So black it made her shudder."Everywhere, *cara mia.* Everywhere you're exposed. Everywhere you hurt."She whimpered, resisting the urge to cower away — and losing.Heat exploded between her thighs, treacherous and embarrassing.---A gent
The tension between them buzzed like a live wire.Sera was limp in Valerio's arms, wrists loose, body shattered from the constant teasing.Still shaking, still wet, still starving for something he alone could give.Valerio's eyes seared hers.No teasing grin now.No holdback.Just hunger.Raw.Brutal.Possessive.He took her to the bed, cradled in his chest as if she didn't weigh anything.Laid her out with respect that made her heart stumble.And then finally—*finally*—pulled off the remaining shreds of his own clothes.---Sera's gasp arrested.She had seen him previously — half-dressed, bare chested, virile — but this?This was something different.Uncontrolled.Merciless.Each inch of his was chiseled from stern muscle and malice.Ink stretched his arms and ribs, black and cruel on olive skin.But it was the heavy, angry cock jutting between his legs that made her whimper.He was huge.Thick.Veined.Throbbing.And aimed directly at her, like a weapon he intended to use to destroy
The aftermath of the attack on the safehouse left a thick tension hanging in the air, heavier than the smoke and blood splatters they'd all but escaped. It was early dawn, but Valerio's world had been rewritten. The game had new rules.He stood on the edge of a cliff, beyond the forest clearing several miles from the desecrated safehouse, the wind cutting through his coat and nibbling at him. Sera followed him, silent. The night was silent too, too silent. Out in the distance, there were owls hooting into the night, peacefully unaware of the war raging in silence beneath their branches."We have to go," she whispered.Valerio changed, his face carved from stone. "Where?""To whoever's next on your list."She kept pace with him, slipping her hand into his. He glanced down at the manner in which her fingers curled around his—tight, unyielding."This doesn't stop until we find the one pulling the strings," she continued. "Until you're free."Valerio's face twisted. "Then we start with Da
The shoot-out's aftermath hung over the estate, such as the thick smoke of a fire smothered for too long. Morning light filtered through broken windows, reflected off blood-slicked floors and bullet holes. There was quiet where chaos had erupted mere hours before.Sera stood in the hallway outside the old library, arms wrapped around herself, a blanket draped over her shoulders. Her skin still trembled from adrenaline, her mind a whirlwind of images—Valerio with blood on his knuckles, the mole’s lifeless eyes, the shouts, the gunfire.But more than anything, she remembered Valerio’s arms around her afterward, his voice rough as he murmured, “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”She hadn't given up since.In the library, Valerio lay on the long, blackened table, his gaze down on a crumpled map and list of names. His shoulders tensed, jaw clenched. What was to have been a clever ambush had been successful—but at a cost. One of his men had been injured, and the mole they'd been following had
The air was filled with gunpowder and blood.Smoke still coiled in relaxed clouds over the ruins along the southern ridge. Forest remained still, save the fading roar of engines. There was a sea of dead bodies covering the frost-covered ground. Valerio was pacing at the edge of the field, coat torn, bruised knuckles, and a deep slash running across the left arm. Ambushers were professionals but had not been expecting him.He'd taken care of that.Sera crept out from behind a fallen tree trunk, chest heaving, face streaked with grime and anger. Her gaze landed on Valerio straight away, relief crossing her features even as her jaw tightened."Are you injured?"He spun around, voice low. "I'm fine. You?"She nodded, sweeping hair from her face. "Bruised. Not broken."Valerio walked toward her, cupping her cheek in his good hand. His thumb wiped a smudge of blood from the jawline. "I said to stay behind the line.""And I said I don't take orders for granted." Her voice shook with adrenali
The guns' noise had long since faded, leaving behind only the crackling of the blaze in the impromptu hideout Valerio's men had occupied. Darkness descended on the forest hideout, thick with silence and secrets. Valerio was at the window, his gaze trained on the trees as if trying to break through the shroud of treachery that had surrounded his organization.Sera slumped on the arm of the leather couch, covered in one of Valerio's warm jackets, dripping wet hair curving around her face in tender strands. Her mind spun from the chaos of everything they had just been through. The fight at the compound. The deception that ran deeper than they had expected. The shadow of what still remained out there, hanging in wait."I don't know whom to trust anymore," Valerio burst out, his voice low, husky. "Every time I think I've located the leak, someone else bleeds.""You trust me," Sera said softly.His head rotated toward her slowly, eyes obscured in the dark. "You're the only one I trust. That
Rifle fire cracked through the underbrush like a fury of vengeance, echoing across the destroyed manor. Sera winced, racing heart still within her, as Valerio shielded her body with his. His arms wrapped around her, driving her behind a blackened pillar as rounds spat stone and ash into the air."Down!" he bellowed, voice booming over the chaos.His men returned fire, moving as precisely as surgeons. The ambush hadn't surprised Valerio—it had merely reinforced what he already knew: there was a mole in his organization, selling information to the enemy.Sera clung to the icy stone, her breathing short and shallow. She could feel the shock of the gunfire through the floor, smell the bitter flavor of metal and smoke. But it wasn't fear that bound her.It was rage.Whoever had enough guts to come for Valerio—enough guts to disrupt what they were building—would regret it.Valerio whirled, dropped down beside her. His mask was streaked with dirt, eyes burning hot with fury. "You believe me?
The sun rose blood-red over the ruined estate, staining the skeletal remains of Valerio's childhood house in fire and gold. The smoke from the last battle still lingered in the air, curling like specters through the broken windows. Sera waited in the silence that followed, her pistol loose at her side, ears still ringing from the gunfire.Valerio crouched next to the body of the man who'd named his father."He's making a grab," Valerio growled, to himself more than anything else. "He waited so long to allow me to establish everything. so he could then attempt to steal it away."Sera stepped forward. "Then he's mistaken."He gazed up at her. There was pride in his eyes, but something more. Sadness. Grief. Not for the man he'd thought of as a father—but for what he'd lost because of him. His mother. His innocence. His peace."This house," Valerio said, standing slowly and surveying the wreckage, "was built on blood. It alway
The ride to the estate was a long one, winding through deserted woods covered in mist. The further they went, the further back into the distance the city retreated, a memory fading into night. Sera sat next to Valerio in the rear of the bulletproof SUV, hands clasped in her lap, eyes flicking toward him every few minutes.He'd said nothing since they'd left the penthouse.Valerio stood at the window, his jaw clenched, a muscle beating at the corner. The silence was another form of weight now—not of anger or distance, but of ghosts. The sort that tugged at him from the past, hissing through the trees they drove by."You alright?" Sera asked at last.He didn't answer initially. Then, in a gravel-edged voice, he said, "I haven't been back here since the fire. Since I saw him walk away from the ashes like he hadn't just killed her."Her breath caught. She leaned in, her fingers closing around his delicately."Then why now?" s
The old Thorne mansion stood as a forgotten presence on the fringes of Eros City. Time had not been kind. Ivy choked the once gracious facade, and shattered windows glared like vacant eyes into the night. The gate screamed open on a metallic shriek as Valerio drove them through, headlights clawing across ruined stone and weeds that clawed their way up the entry steps.Sera sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her fists tight in her lap. "You grew up here?"Valerio didn't look at her. "I survived here. That's all."It smelled of dust and secrets inside. The grand chandelier above the foyer sagged, its crystals dirty. Sera ran her fingers along the peeling wallpaper as Valerio led her through halls that echoed with too much silence.He finally stopped before a wooden door. He pushed it open to reveal a study. Unlike the rest of the house, it was intact against rot. The desk was clean, papers piled neatly. Books lined the shelves, each spine as s
The storm didn't wait.Thunder exploded overhead as rain pounded the roof of the estate in waves, washing away years' worth of dust. The air inside the mansion turned cold, the kind that crept into bones. Valerio and Sera did not move from the drawing room, though. They stayed on the bench of the broken piano, hands still loosely clasped, the resonance of their bond suspended between keys.Valerio's voice broke the silence. "I used to sneak in here when I was a kid to avoid my father's. lessons. This piano was the one thing that I did not find intimidating."Sera looked at him, her throat constricted in her throat. "Lessons?A muscle flexed in his jaw. "His way of making me 'a man.' Violence. Power. Control. Made me fight bigger boys until I couldn't walk. Made me watch things a child shouldn't."She touched him, her hand tracing along his. "And you came back here to confront it?"He met her gaze. "I came because the ghosts only let up on their chase when you meet them head-on.".Ligh