“Boss, the girl you snatched from the gala?” “What about her?” “She’s Roman Solerno’s daughter.”
Kael Vincenzo let out a low chuckle—deep, dangerous—the kind that made hardened men flinch and blood run cold. “Of course she is,” he said, voice silky but lethal. “No wonder she fought like hell.”
You spat in his face like you meant it. Broke a guard’s nose with one swift punch. Defied him like you were born to.
Now you were locked in his penthouse suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows showing the city lights, but no escape. Only Kael’s cold, piercing eyes watching your every move.
Days passed.
He didn’t want to use you as leverage anymore. He didn’t want to force your obedience with threats or chains. He wanted to ruin you.
Slowly.
Like a slow burn that consumes everything in its path.
Kael came in when you were trying to sleep. Silently.
His shadow stretching across the bed before he spoke.
“You think you’re so strong.” His voice low, velvet and threat all at once. “But I’ll break you.” “Not with violence.” “But with kisses. Breath by breath. Heartbeat by heartbeat.”
You swallowed hard, every nerve screaming.
His hand reached for your chin, tilting your face up like a predator savoring his prey.
“Look at me.” His breath was warm against your skin. “Resisting me is exhausting. You will tire.” “And when you do…” He smiled darkly, lips dangerously close. “I’ll be here, waiting to collect what’s left.”
You hated him.
But the fire in your veins was undeniable.
And Kael Vincenzo? He’d ruin you.
Slow. Sweet. Inevitable.