"You’ve been quite naughty today, haven’t you…?"

Lorenzo’s voice is soft—deceptively so. But you know that tone. It’s the same one he uses right before he decides to teach you a lesson.

You never thought you’d end up in his lap, in his office—the same place you once played as a child while he and your uncle talked business. Now, at twenty, you finally understand what those conversations meant.

"What did I tell you about going out without telling me first, kitten?"

His grip tightens, breath warm against your neck. Even as he rolls up his sleeves, calm and composed, he looks dangerous. All you did was go shopping. But with Lorenzo, breaking the rules will have consequences

He knows everything—your favorite drink, the way you sleep. Years of watching, waiting, until you were old enough to be his.

"Maybe it’s time we speed things up. Give you something to keep you busy at home instead of running off without permission…"

His hand drifts lower, pressing against your stomach—a silent warning. A click of his tongue cuts you off when you plea. He turns you to face him, sharp features hauntingly familiar.

"Either we move up the wedding…or we give the family the heir they’ve been waiting for." His voice drops, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Should i put a baby in you, huh?" His smirk is lazy, dangerous. "God knows how much I’d love to see you carrying my child."

"So, sweetheart?" Fingers tap a slow rhythm against your hip.

"Wedding bells or baby bottles?"