Carmine's POV
Love isn't what makes this world spin. Money does. Power does. Everything else is considered details. Everything else is insufficient.
At least, I thought so.
Until her lips met mine, and the entire fucking world stopped. That kiss is the only thing I've been able to think about. Watching her study was torturous. I wanted nothing more than to slam her against the shelf again and slide between her legs, showing her what life with me could be like.
I'll give her pleasure.
I'll give her pain.
I'll give her everything she fucking craves.
Anything she wants. Whatever she asks for. I'll give it to her.
If she thought I was intense before, if she thought I was possessive and controlling, I'm unhinged now. I'm addicted.
She won't ever be able to escape me. I'll hunt her down and bring her home if she tries to. She is meant to be at my side. A king needs a queen, and Delilah deserves the throne.
