Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son
He tapped the glass with a silver spoon, the sharp *ping-ping-ping* cutting through the chatter of the elite.
"Everyone! If I could have your attention!" Victor shouted, his face flushed with triumph.
The room went silent. All eyes turned toward him. I reached under the table, finding Clara’s hand. It was cold and shaking. I gripped it, my fingers lacing through hers, squeezing so hard my knuckles went white. I wanted her to feel my strength. I wanted her to know she wasn't alone in this cage.
"Tonight is a celebration of many things," Victor began, his voice booming with a false warmth that made my stomach turn. "Success, family, and the continued legacy of the Quinn name. But most importan