Bound By Blood
“You won’t. You’re smart enough to know what refusal costs. And smart women survive longer in my world.”
Silence stretched. My heart pounded, but I forced myself to breathe evenly.
Then his question came, cutting through the stillness like a blade.
“Tell me, Isabella,” Leonardo said softly, his eyes locked on mine. “Are you a virgin?”
The bluntness knocked the breath from me. My body stiffened, heat burning my skin. “That’s none of your—”
“Answer,” he interrupted, not unkindly, but with steel threaded in his tone.