Florian’s Pov;

“You can starve for all it’s worth; I couldn’t care less.” I meant every word.

Her pupils widened, a flash of something flaring in the blue, bottomless depth.

I wanted to see through her soul.

I tamed a growl at the tempting thought.

Her shoulders heaved up and down in tandem with her breath, which was skipping too much momentum. She was trying not to cower in my presence.

A Mafia princess through and fucking through.

But I planned to break her. And I promised it ...