Sera awakened slowly, the silk sheets wrapping around her body like a second skin. Her body still hummed from the night before—their slow, lazy petting, the way Valerio had treated her like fragile glass, the intensity in his eyes as though he was afraid she'd disappear if he blinked.For once, there had been no command, no restraint on her wrists, no domination. Just. him. Bare. Honest.And it frightened her.She tossed on the bed, the satin sheet slipping down her bare shoulder. Valerio was seated on the edge of the bed, shirtless, broad shoulders tense, hands running through his dark hair as he stared at something distant.There was always something simmering beneath his silence—a tempest waiting to explode."You never sleep," she whispered, her voice still rough from sleep. and from the soft moans he had drawn from her last night.Valerio turned his head, and for an instant, his eyes softened. "Couldn't. Not with you beside me."A blush climbed her cheeks.She reached for the robe
Sera sat on the edge of the opulent bed, her fists gripping the silk robe that cascaded loosely over her bare skin. The opulent room was quiet—too quiet. A malevolent kind of quiet, the kind that pressed against her chest like invisible fingers.The door groaned open.Valerio stepped in, black shirt hanging open partway, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The air between them became heavy with tension, the air itself seeming to realize the seriousness of their desperation."You ran from me this morning," he growled, voice low. Smooth. Deadly.Sera stood up. "I needed space."His eyes went darker. "You don't get to run from me.""You bought my freedom and then stuck me in another cage."Valerio stalked toward her with the calm of a predator, each step measured. When he reached her, he didn’t touch—only stared, breathing her in. “This isn’t a cage. This is the safest place you’ve ever been.”“I don’t want safety,” she snapped. “I want control over my own life.”He tilted his head. “Then t
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Eros City never rested. But tonight, it drew a breath.Sera was propped up against the wall-to-wall window of Valerio's penthouse, watching the sea of lights below her. Her face hovered vaguely against the glass, a ghost of the girl she used to be. Valerio sat in front of her, still as stone, speechless, a panther sprung waiting for night.The silence between them was no longer oppressive with distrust or uncertainty. It was a breath. A gasp. The harbinger of a storm they both knew would erupt.Valerio shattered the silence finally. "I need to show you something."She turned, brows raised. "Now?"He nodded and stood, moving across to the other side of the room. He pushed on a wall panel and the panel clicked open to reveal a state-of-the-art black safe. With code and fingerprint, the door opened to reveal a velvet-lined box.Valerio opened it.Inside its depths was a necklace.Not just any necklace. This one was tiny, silver and black diamonds, but the pendant hanging from it made her
The sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm gold across the silk sheets that were wrapped around their bodies. Sera awoke first, her hands tracing over the bare chest of Valerio. She slowly blinked, watching the way the sunlight danced along his jawline, softening the sharp planes of the man who ruled a kingdom of darkness.She just watched him sleep for a moment.Peace was misplaced on his face. As if something borrowed, and not his. Dark lashes framing his cheeks, lips open, hair rumpled from their evening together. Unreal—this peace, this burn between them. But real. And hers. At least, for the time being.Her hand drifted down, resting on his heart.A steady, solid beat.He rolled beneath her touch. His eyes opened, slowly, as if the cloudiness of sleep and the shadows had fled with his meeting of eyes with hers. That look—like he was eager to see her most of all—set a blaze of fire within her belly."Morning, angel," he muttered.Sera smiled softly
Penthouse silence was shattered like crystal broken by a hammer. Alarms hadn't blared, and guards hadn't been alerted. Whoever had breached Valerio's security mesh had done so without activating the most sophisticated surveillance system in Eros City.Sera stood on the opposite side of the panic room door, her ear pressed against the cold metal. Each beat of her heart was met with the boom of fear pounding in her chest. She wasn't afraid for herself. She was afraid for *him*.Valerio had changed. She'd felt it in his touch, seen it in his gaze. The man who'd dominated the underworld with ruthless efficiency had eased in ways she alone was privy to. That made him strong—but vulnerable.A gentle knock shook her."It's me," came Valerio's filtered but unmistakably even voice. "Open up."She hesitated for a moment before she keyed the code and placed her hand to the biometric reader. The door opened with a soft hiss.Valerio stepped inside, weapon low and still at the ready. He closed the
The kiss grew, slowly, as evening gives way to night. Sera melted into Valerio, her fists bunched in the collar of his shirt as if she thought he might disappear. But he didn't retreat. For once, there was no imperative in him, no command under his fingers—only raw, unbridled feeling.When they parted, air between them trembled."I don't want to lose you," she breathed, barely more than a whisper."You won't," he said, gently brushing his nose against hers. "Unless you run."A ghost of a smile danced on her lips. "And if I do?""I'll burn every corner of this city to get you back." His declaration was half-threat, half-promise—but all him.The tension that had simmered under their interactions for these weeks had become something fragile. Fragile, even. And that made it lethal. Because fragile things, when they broke, left the deepest cuts.Sera grasped and held his hand and pulled him wordlessly to the bed.
The moon hung low in the horizon, and it gave the city an eerie light. Eros City, with its neon lights and endless hum, was a world unto itself—one that Valerio dominated with ruthless effectiveness. But tonight, the cold of control felt like a suffocation around him.Sera sat by the window, her eyes gazing out into the city, but her mind was not nearly so distant. Valerio's presence in the room was magnetic, tangible, even when he said nothing. The space between them pulsed with a force that was electric and dangerous.It was weeks since they'd shared any real intimacy. Oh, yes, there had been moments—hot, breathless moments—but the tension beneath it all had never been so thick. Neither of them spoke of the past. Neither of them spoke of the weight of the unspoken.Tonight, it felt heavier."Do you ever wonder," Sera's voice cut through the silence, soft but unmistakable, "if we're just running in circles?"Valerio
There was suffocating quiet within the penthouse. Valerio moved through it with a ferocity that caused the air to feel too tight, too thick, as if the shadows themselves were bearing down on him. He did not walk; he stalked, stalked out whatever was hiding within the walls of his kingdom.His steps were deliberate, every stride precise as he approached the stairs leading to the upper floors. His men were already in place, each of them conversing with swift gestures and wordless nods. The danger was at hand. The threat? It was closing fast.But for all his training, all his power, his thoughts kept going back to her—Sera.The kiss they'd shared before he left the room had been different from the others. It hadn't just been a moment of lust or tenderness. It had been a soft promise. A desperate, brief plea for her to see that, in his world, his heart was the most dangerous thing he could offer.And now, he was too far from her.Va
The rest of the world outside Valerio's penthouse sparkled at twilight, Eros City casting a mauve sheen over the skyline like purple marks on the neck of a wine-stained throat. Inside, Sera sat on the edge of the velvet chaise lounge, legs tucked under her, robe cinched tightly around her waist, but heart wide open.Valerio stood on the opposite side of the room, half-facing away from her, phone stuffed into his ear. His voice was low, biting, and lethal."If he inhales anywhere close to her again, I want his lungs in my floor. Got it?"Sera trembled, not with fear—not anymore—but because of the menace in his tone. The way he ordered when it came to her. Claimingly. Roughly. Guardedly.He hung up and faced her, his features calm but still lined."Everything's alright," he told her."Are you certain?" she demanded, eyes tightening slightly."You're safe. That's the only thing that matters."He strode towards her, h
The silence following their confrontation lingered over the suite like smoke. Valerio had not returned since the early morning, and Sera perched on the edge of the bed, her knees tucked up to her chest, the robe slipping down her shoulder slightly. The events of the day before rumbled through her mind like a clap of thunder: the betrayal, the fear, the lust, and the truth she had not been willing to embrace.Her phone buzzed.A message from Matteo, the bodyguard Valerio had sent. **Stay indoors. Don't open the door to anyone. He's on it.**Her heart sank. That meant the threat hadn't passed. She didn't want to think about how many corpses already littered the ground.The darkness fell softly, veiling the city in a velvet shroud. The air in the suite was stifling. She needed some air. Maybe just for a minute on the balcony.Sera stepped out barefoot, robe still clung to one shoulder, hair a tangled halo around her head. The wind tugged at it and made it whirl around her cheeks. From t