Vincenzo’s POV

The weight of my actions pressed on me like the heavy velvet drapes in this cursed room, absorbing every sound, every breath, leaving only the echo of my own self-loathing. I knew what I was doing was despicable—revolting, even to myself. How had the heir of Golden Moon fallen to this? Kidnapping, drugging, manipulating a woman who deserved far better. I looked down at my hands, still tingling from the touch I had no right to, and felt a wave of disgust roll through ...