Sunlight sliced diagonally across the big windows of the suite, and long golden stripes fell across the tangled sheets.Sera woke up in pain.Ache in parts she hadn't even known were capable of hurting.Her body bore its evidence of him — red marks on her hips, pink bruises on her wrists, the throbbing between her legs.And the hot, shameful wetness still trickling from her.Evidence of what he'd done to her.Evidence of how she'd *let* him.---Valerio wasn't by her side.The bed was still warm where he'd lain, but he was gone.Sera's chest constricted — idiotic, foolish disappointment sweeping through her.**Good,** she said to herself.Good that he wasn't here.Good that she had a chance to catch her breath, to *think.*---She slipped out of bed, grimacing at the tenderness, and made her way to the bathroom.Avoided looking into the mirror.She already knew what she'd see.Messy hair.Bruised lips.A haunted, sated look in her own eyes.---The shower blasted hot water over her sk
The restaurant was too beautiful.Too elegant.Icy white tablecloths, glittering chandeliers, muted hum of people conversing around them.Sera felt like she didn't belong.She sat stiffly in the plush chair, heart pounding, every nerve laid bare and screaming.Opposite her, Valerio leaned back, looking completely comfortable.Dark suit.Open collar.A monster hiding behind a human's skin.---Everyone was staring at them.She could feel it.The men who couldn't help but stare at Valerio's deadly beauty.The women who threw her curious, assessing glances — trying to figure out who the girl with the collar was.Because yes.She still wore it.The black leather around her neck, a glinting silver ring reflecting the restaurant's warm lights.A brand.A leash.And she hadn't even tried to take it off.---"You're tight, *angel,*" Valerio said lazily, drumming at his wineglass with one hard-fingered hand."Why?"Sera flushed."I. I'm not accustomed to settings like this."He smiled, slow an
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 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
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
Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains like a gentle promise. Sera awakened slowly beneath the silk sheets, her bare leg twined with Valerio's. She blinked sleepily, taking in the unfamiliar opulence of the bedroom—the velvet drapes, the minimalist black-and-gold decor, the subtle scent of his cologne permeated in the pillows.And him.Valerio.Still with her.Still there.She turned her head slightly and found him awake, propped on one elbow, watching her like she was something sacred. Something fragile. Something his hands had held all night and hadn’t broken.“Good morning,” he said, his voice gravelly and low, warm as the morning sun.Her heart fluttered. “You stayed.”“I told you,” he murmured, brushing her hair away from her face, “you’re the only one I’ve ever stayed for.”She swallowed. "That's not something I know how to deal with,"He leaned in, his lips grazing her temple. "Then don't deal with it. Just let it be."Sera didn't say anything, her eyes drifting to t
Morning light poured through the transparent drapes, casting in soft golden streams over the silk bedding. Sera woke up first, the familiar stiffness that gripped her limbs each morning mysteriously absent.Heat surrounded her. A broad arm circled her waist, pulling her back against the hard chest behind her. The steady, even rise and fall of his breathing caressed the base of her neck. Valerio.Her heart missed a beat.She should have moved away.She didn't.She allowed herself to remain there, absorbing the evasive silence. The sheets were scented with him—rich spice and warmth. The scent of power and danger. Of her fall.She hadn’t meant to fall asleep in his arms last night. Hadn’t meant to surrender like that—emotionally, physically. But when he whispered *"You’re my queen now. My salvation,"* something in her broke. Or healed. She still wasn’t sure.His grip around her waist tightened slightly. A soft grunt vibrated against her shoulder.“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice still
The room was quiet except for their breathing.Sera’s heart thundered in her chest as Valerio cradled the back of her neck, his forehead resting gently against hers. The heat between them hadn’t died — it had only grown quieter, thicker, curling around them like smoke.He hadn’t moved since he whispered those words.*You’re my queen now. My salvation.*Sera's fingers were bound in the gentleness of his shirt. Her knees weakened, and not from the kiss that had left her raw and shaking. It was what he'd spoken — the tone in which he spoke. As though it mattered everything. As though she was not just a woman who'd strayed into his realm, but something holy. Something his darkness had been in wait for.She should have fled.She should have screamed.She whispered instead, "Valerio…."He lifted his head slowly, stormy eyes the shade of a bruised sky — and yet somehow still soft — for her alone. One hand extended to caress her cheek, the rough fingertips scraping over her skin like a promis
Sera woke tangled in sumptuous silk sheets, the acrid scent of Valerio lingering on her skin.She forgot where she was.Forgot who she was.The welts on her wrists — thin but real — the only proof last night hadn't been a fever delusion.She slowly sat up, wrapping the sheet around her breast.The rich suite was quiet, gold light filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows.No sign of Valerio.Sera's heart tightened unexpectedly.She told herself it was relief.Freedom.Not… disappointment.She slid out of bed, searching for her thrown-off clothes.But in place of her simple dress and undergarments, she found a white satin robe draped across a chair — expensive, delicate, obviously bought for her.The price tag was still attached.Another reminder: she was property now. Bought, taken, dressed up like a doll in his own world.Sera belted on the robe, cinching the fabric tightly around her waist.The knot felt like a noose.She walked barefoot to the window and looked out over the city s
The leather strap caressed her skin once again, tracing a lingering path down the arch of her spine.Sera trembled, blindfolded, naked, bound.Helpless.But her body deceived her — quivering with hunger instead of terror.Valerio's warm breath danced over her bare shoulder, sending her shivering."You look like a painting," he murmured, voice full of dark satisfaction. "A masterpiece meant only for me."Sera bit back a noise.The way he'd spoken — as though she were some prized treasure he'd overcome — had ignited a fire in her belly she didn't comprehend."Do you know what I want, Sera?" he whispered in her ear.Sera shook her head, speechless."I want to shatter you." he murmured."And then rebuild you. Piece by quaking piece."The leather strap cracked on her ass — hard, jarring pain.She cried out, but it was stifled in the air, smothered by humidity.Not hard enough to bruise.Only hard enough to mark her.Remind her who she was owned by.Valerio dropped the strap.She heard it f
Sera woke up ensnared in silk sheets, her wrists still tender from the memory of Valerio's tie.The room was heavy with the scent of him — dark spices, leather, and sex.For a moment, she simply lay there, letting herself drift on the radiance of the night before.Her body ached in the best way possible.Her soul. was another matter.*Losing yourself,* a harsh voice said in her mind.But warning was too late.She'd belonged to him since the time she'd ejected him from her dressing room and made him desire her.A gentle knock at the door snapped her back to reality.She hadn't even had time to call out before the door opened.It was one of Valerio's men — not the same one this time.Younger. Virtually boyish.But the grit in his eyes was all mafia."The boss wants you ready in fifteen," he said. "Clothes are in the closet."Then he left, leaving tension behind.Sera swung her legs over the bed, her bare feet sinking into plush carpet.Her whole body ached with bruised pleasure.*Reward
Sera woke the following morning to an empty bed.The sheets beside her were still warm, scented with Valerio's aroma — dark, rich, intoxicating — but he was gone.For a while, she just lay there, feeling the ache between her thighs, the gentle bruising around her wrists where he'd pinned her down.They were marks of possession.Marks she should hate.But she didn't.Not yet.She groaned and sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. The silk slip she had worn to bed the previous night was torn and strewn on the floor, a testament to Valerio's loss of control.*Good,* she thought, a wry smile tugging at her mouth. *Let him lose control. Let him fall.*For she was falling too — harder and faster than she wanted to admit.Before she could slip into the bathroom, there was a knock on the door.Sera's heart missed a beat.For one wild moment, she wondered if it was Valerio — come back to finish what he'd started.But when she opened the door, it was another man.Tall. Somber. All