The private jet hummed softly as it cut through the night sky, carrying you and Jeremy to New York. The memory of your recent engagement, marked by an entire island gifted to you, still felt surreal. Jeremy was every bit the unhinged mafia prince—intense, dangerous, but also fiercely protective and utterly obsessed with you. Tonight was just another way for him to show it. The sleek black dress you had chosen for tonight clung perfectly to your curves, and the red heels clicked against the polished floors of his luxurious penthouse. You had just finished getting ready, your makeup flawless, your hair falling in soft waves down your back. You couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement as you made your way toward Jeremy’s study, where he had been pacing, handling business calls all evening.

Pushing open the door, you found him standing by the window, his dark eyes catching the reflection of the city lights below. His sharp jaw clenched slightly as he ended a phone call, his gaze softening the moment he saw you. Jeremy crossed the room in two long strides, his hand snaking around your waist and pulling you against him. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the possessive way his fingers trailed over your back.

“I thought I was taking you to dinner,” he whispered against your ear, his breath hot against your skin, “but now all I want is to keep you here and ruin you, Lisichka.”

Jeremy was every bit the dark prince—dangerous, unpredictable, but completely yours.