The door slammed shut behind them.The sound rebounded off the marble floors, charging the rich suite with the sort of silence that was thicker, heavier, than any sound.Sera stood trembling in the center of the room, heart pounding so fiercely it was painful.Behind her, she could feel him — *feel* the bear weight of his anger.It rolled off Valerio in crushing waves.Predator.Hunter.Executioner.All wrapped in foul beauty.---"Strip," he'd whispered.Sera flinched.It was the smallest movement.A mere tremor.But sufficient.Sufficient to stoke into flame the black wildfire seething just beneath his frozen exterior.---"I said," Valerio's voice cracked out across the room like a whip,"strip."---Her fingers spasmed on the zipper of her dress, fumbling in panic.The silk dropped away, falling in a silken pool around her feet.She remained there in nothing but the collar he'd put around her throat.Breast heaving.Legs shaking.Eyes wide and welling with tears.---Valerio appro
Sera stood hard against the suite's back wall, arms crossed in defense over her naked body.Her body still trembled from the brutal orgasm he had coaxed out of her, but now—now fear ran through her veins.She couldn't go on like this.Couldn't go on *allowing* him to break her down.She wasn't one of his little obedient pets.She wasn't one of his breakables.The thud of his heavy footsteps on the floor cut through her whirling thoughts.Slow. Measured. Deadly.He approached her like an animal who already knew he had caught his prey.Because he had.And they both knew it.---"I can see it in your eyes," Valerio stated, voice low and merciless. "You're going to run."Sera lifted her chin in defiance she didn't feel."I'm not yours."Her voice shook, betraying her."I'm not some. *toy* you can control."---For a very long moment, he didn't speak.Just stood there.Watching.Letting the silence grow taut between them until it hummed like a live wire.Then—"You're right," he said final
The storm had retreated, but there was a weighty stillness.Sera was all turned up in the sheets, still warm from the brutal way in which he'd ripped her in two. She was all her body too sensitive, too exposed. She put her face against the pillow and tried to gasp for breath through the rubble he'd made of her.She hated him.She hated herself more for how much she craved the very destruction he gave.A weight fell onto the bed next to her.Valerio.She felt his heat before hearing his voice—low, husky, like stones rubbed against velvet."Look at me."She pinched her eyes tighter, refusing.His fingers traced over her jaw, soft, coaxing, instead of hard, turning her face to him."Look at me, angel."Heather gradually opened her lids.Their eyes locked.And it hit her like a chest punch—what she saw there.Not anger.Not scorn.Not even that pitiless hunger he used for armor.No.It was worse.It was bare, unclad *possession*.As if he'd burned his name into her soul and challenged he
Sera woke to the sound of footsteps. Hard, definite, heavy.Her heart jumped. For a moment, her mind fogged in half-sleep terror—*Was it another threat? Another punishment?*But she saw him. Valerio, slouching at the bedside like a shadow stitched from the shadows themselves.He wasn't supposed to be there. Not after what she'd done the previous night—not after she'd thrown that glass at him, screamed at him, told him to get out of her life the devil himself.And yet.here he was. As inevitable as the flow of the tide."Get out," she snarled, pulling the blanket tighter around her body, though she was still wearing her skimpy silk nightgown underneath. "I told you, I'm done."Valerio did not blink. Did not shift. His silver eyes drifted across her, slow and intentional, absorbing her. It was not lust in their eyes—it was *possession*. Something deeper, darker, *hungerer*. The atmosphere surrounding them thickened until breathing grew hard."No," he breathed, his words a dark, velve
Sera stared at her reflection in the gold mirror, unmoving.The silver collar glittered at her throat, complex and remorseless, a constant reminder of what had just occurred.Of whom she now belonged to.Valerio lounged in an armchair across the room, legs splayed wide, watching her with a look that made her tremble.Not with fear.With something far more dangerous.Possession.He held a glass of whiskey in one hand, the ice clinking as he tilted it lazily, but his gaze never left her. Heavy. Hungry. "You’re trembling," he observed, voice low and dark.She was. Barefoot, in nothing but her silk nightgown and his collar, she felt stripped down to the bone. Exposed in ways she had never been before."I want it off," she whispered, reaching for the edge of the vanity to balance herself.Valerio merely sipped his drink, unconcerned."You put it on yourself, Sera.""It doesn't matter that I accepted it."He snarled. "Doesn't it?"The heat of his gaze skated over her flesh like a br
Sera woke to the heaviness of Valerio's arm draped across her waist, his body wrapped around hers like a living shackle.For an instant, she lay there, breathing him in.Leather. Smoke. Male heat.His smell was burned into her skin, her hair, into her bones.As if no matter where she went, she'd always carry him with her.She gritted her eyes shut, pushing the panic gnawing the back of her throat down. *Last night was a mistake.**Another mistake.*But her body betrayed her, aching lazily between her legs, a deep, burning pulse that wasn't remorse—but everything about him.Valerio moved beside her, his chest rumbling with a noise that wasn't quite a sound.His fingers traced slow, lazy patterns along the curve of her hip, brushing the sensitive skin just above the silver collar he’d locked around her throat."You’re awake," he murmured, voice thick with sleep.Sera swallowed hard. "Let me go."The hand on her hip tightened, not enough to hurt—but enough to warn."Careful, little lamb
Sera sat at the edge of the enormous bed, the silk sheet wrapped around her nakedness like a strand of tenuous protection in an oncoming tsunami that sought to engulf her in an avalanche of inescapable reality.Light streamed into the floor-to-ceiling windows of the suite, bathing the room in amber. Luxurious. Beautiful. Like gold-cherished bars glinting.The scent of sex still lingered in the air, thick and heavy. On her skin. In her hair. Deep inside her.*You’re safe now, Sera.*The words haunted her.*Safe.* Safe in the arms of the very man who’d ripped away her freedom.Safe in the bed of a devil.Sera shook, tossing back her hair. Her face scowled back at her in the silver-framed mirror opposite the door to the room — a stranger whose lips are puffy from kisses, cheeks a hot burn of red, welts mapping themselves out like an arch along the column of her throat. Marks of possession.Marks of insanity.She detested the way her body still throbbed with hunger for him, the way her
Sera was sitting in the armchair by the window, legs to her chest, wearing nothing but one of Valerio's black shirts that engulfed her small body. She looked out over the spread city below, glittering in the night sky.It should have made her feel free.Instead, she felt trapped.Imprisoned within a palace, owned by a man capable of shattering her with the force of his mind.She could still feel him on her flesh—his touch branded into her like a fiery iron, even hours later.Even now, she ached with a hunger she detested.The door creaked open behind her, closing softly.Sera flinched, but she didn't turn back.She already knew his identity.She could feel him. The air shifted when he entered a room, like even the walls bent to his will.Valerio said nothing at first. He simply watched her, his presence heavy, tangible."You’re quiet, dolcezza," he murmured at last.His voice, rich and deep, caressed the back of her neck, raising goosebumps.Sera didn’t answer.She couldn’t trust
Sera remained still, her back to him, her eyes far away as she gazed out the window, her skin clammy, her breathing shallow. The silence between them expanded, as dense as the secrets they both bore. It was too much to bear.Valerio stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest, all of his instincts urging him to take hold of her. But she was vanishing, vanishing from him in a way he couldn't stop, even after all the times he had warned himself he would never let her go.He stepped forward, his own shadow falling across her. "Sera," he breathed, the words raw, as if torn from his chest. "Look at me."Slowly, uncertainly, she turned her head, her hazel eyes clashing with his. There was pain in them, but something else, too. Something so raw, it could break him. He moved to take her hand, but she pulled it back, as if the gentle touch of fingers could break everything."I don't know how to trust you anymore, Valerio," she breathed. "You continue to draw me into your world, and I don'
Valerio came bursting into the dark room, his icy blue eyes probing the room for what was out of place. An unseen deceit thickened the atmosphere, making itself felt with all the tang of treachery. Walls which had previously served as the sign of his own mastery and mastery now seemed claustrophobically closing in on him, their stoniness flaunting its unfriendliness. There was a mole in his organization, feeding information to his enemies, and it had sent a shiver through the roots of everything he had built. He clenched his teeth, the ache of the betrayal breaking in. The trust he had placed in his men, the loyalty he had earned over years—everything poised on a knife-edge. He had trusted one of his inner circle, one of his men who had fought beside him for years. And now that trust was shattered, and there was only question, and worse—doubt.But the worst part?The worst part was Sera. His mind was still on her—the woman who had changed everything around him. The woman who had dared
Sera leaned against the big penthouse window of Valerio, her loosely closed knuckles wrapped around a pot of cold, untouched coffee. Eros City pulsed outside, neon signs casting desperate shadows against the night, but her focus was not on the world outside. She listened.She had learned to read the changes in the atmosphere by this point. The pinched tension that clamped the room when Valerio was angry. The crafted silence he bore when something was wrong.Tonight, he bore both of them.She heard the front door close with a softness too soft for a man like Valerio, and that said it all. The storm raged inward—more deadly than yelling and flying fists.He entered the room, dark eyes sweeping to her like a magnet to steel. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the throat, revealing the angry clench of muscle in his neck. The air around him hummed with cold fury, and Sera could sense it like static on her skin."Everything okay?" she whispered.He didn't answer right away. He walked past he
The air in the morning was wet with mist and the smell of rain on stone.Sera leaned against the penthouse balcony railing, wrapped in a heavy sweater Valerio had tossed over her bare shoulders before he disappeared to take a call. His warmth still clung to the fabric, calming the nervous thrum in her chest.She placed a hand across her stomach, feeling the barest quiver there.She was going to be *his wife.*God, it didn't even feel real.Somewhere deep inside, the girl she used to be—the one who lived on the quiet, kept her head down, played by the rules—shrieked in anger that this was insane. Panicked.But that girl wasn't hers anymore.Sera had been broken.Remade.And she was doing this.Doing *him*.Even if it meant entering a realm of darkness, a life balanced upon the blade of a knife.Particularly due to that.Valerio did not love in halves. He consumed, devoured, guarded with a fierceness that scared and exhilarated her in equal measure.She wanted it.Wanted *him*.There we
Rain fell outside Valerio's penthouse, pounding the sidewalk with a monotonous, muffled drum.Within, all was quiet.Sera huddled on the couch, wrapping Valerio's sweatshirt around her, still automatically spinning the ring on her finger, its edges slippery with dried blood. She still gazed in the direction of the corridor that Valerio had led his brother Luca an hour before.He'd said he'd discuss with them after he inspected Luca's injuries. Said he'd decide on their next course of action.But the silence stretched on.Thickening.Like a collective hold of breath by the entire world.Sera's nerves unraveled by the second.Then, she finally heard footsteps—two pairs of them—descending the hallway.She remained still as they walked into the living room.Valerio led the way, his arm wrapped tightly around a man who was his mirror image. Dark hair, darker eyes, same fierce beauty — but where Valerio was all hard lines, Luca seemed to have been battered and roughhewn.He was leaner, brui
Sera awoke alone.The sheets were still warm, a residual echo of Valerio's body heat enveloping her, but he was gone.Panic stabbed her in the chest before she could reason it out.She pulled on one of his shirts—huge on her petite frame—and padded barefoot through the penthouse. The windows showed her a gray morning beyond, all mist and steel, which was appropriate to the heavy tension coiling through her stomach.She found him in the kitchen.Still shirtless, still lethal-looking, pacing as a low, angry conversation crackled through his phone."No, I don't care what he offers," Valerio growled into the phone. "If he hurts her, if he so much as *looks* at her, I'll bury him with the rest of them."A pause, and then he snapped, "Find out who else was involved. Every name. Every debt."He didn't wait for a response before he hung up.When he turned and saw her there—bare legs showing beneath his shirt, sleepy and worried—his face eased infinitesimally."You should be asleep," he growle
Valerio never left Sera's side.Not even for an instant.After the attack, he was a quiet ghost haunting her around the suite—observing, guarding, *staking* her out with his presence. It was dominating, yes. Smothering, certainly. But Sera realized it now.He wasn't trying to imprison her.He was trying to keep her alive.Breathing.His.The hours blurred. Sera hugged him on the couch, wrapped in a thick blanket, while Valerio made call after call in a language she didn't understand. His voice was suave, deadly. She heard snippets like *cleanup*, *loyalty check*, and *blood for blood*.Her stomach twisted.This wasn't over.It was only just beginning.Finally, Valerio ended the calls and approached her, pulling her into his lap as if she were fragile. As if she would shatter if he wasn't careful. He didn't speak. Didn't wonder if she was okay.He just held her.Long minutes went by between them.Finally, Sera leaned back far enough to study him.Valerio's face was set, unyielding. His
The hours fled on a vortex of stolen moments and stolen whispers.Sera learned the rhythms of Valerio's world—the late calls, the secretive meetings, the undertow of violence that never quite went away, even when he wrapped her in silk shrouds and kissed her until she forgot her own.She found the way he touched her when he thought she was asleep, rubbing his fingers against her skin gently as if he needed the reassurance that she was there.She found, most dangerously of all, how readily her heart softened to him.She was scared.And it thrilled her.This morning was no exception.Sera awakened to the scent of coffee—real coffee, dense and deep and bitter—and the gentle clinking of breakfast being laid out somewhere in the suite.The bed was unoccupied.She slid up from under the sheet, languidly, and let it slide down around her waist. Small spots erupted along the creases of her hips and thighs where Valerio's harsh hold had taken her the night before, a map of his own hunger etche
Morning light dropped in soft gold on the room, lighting the chaos she'd left behind. Sera stirred, bed sheets tangled around her legs, muscles screaming in pain.But even before morning completely opened its eyes, before she'd even blinked, the memories hit her like a tidal wave.Valerio's mouth.His hands.The way he utilized her body as his tool, playing her until she broke apart into fragments for him.She shivered, pulling the sheet tightly around her. From somewhere in the suite, she could hear the low rumble of his voice on the phone. Business. Deals. Violence muttered just beneath the surface, the same as it ever was with him.Sera slipped quietly out of bed, her feet making soft bare footsteps on the cold marble floor. She found her robe crumpled at the foot of the dresser and slid it over her shoulders, belting the tie tightly around her waist as if it would shield her from the jumbled chaos in her chest.By the racket, Valerio was still working. Good. She needed space. Need