Dante

Rage burned through me as I sat in my office, with my hands gripping the desk, my thoughts locked on Valeria. She’d been back a week, and every move she made screamed betrayal. Her quiet obedience, the way she avoided my eyes—it all felt wrong.

The attack on my mansion still haunted me, and Nico’s report about an insider pointed straight to her. I wanted answers, but more than that, I wanted to break her, to make her feel my power. My desire for her twisted with my anger, ...