IVY I knew he was watching me. 
Brilliant. Ruthless. The kind of man who could ruin you without ever laying a hand on you. He was patient. Too patient. Like he was waiting for something. For me to push too far, to tempt him beyond reason. But the way he looked at me?
Like he already owned me?
Like he could tear me apart with nothing but a whisper? I should have been afraid. I should have run.
But then he touched me… and it was already too late. LOTANNA She thinks she can fight me. Feisty. Sharp-tongued. Unafraid to challenge me.
She doesn’t know I like a challenge. I see the way she flinches from touch. The way she fears wanting. But that doesn’t stop her from testing me, from throwing sparks into a fire she doesn’t understand. I have time. I have patience.
And when she finally breaks?
She won’t just surrender. She’ll beg. She can fight it. She can run. But she can’t hide from me. Because some obsessions are quiet.
Some desires take their time.
And some men? Some men are made to ruin you.