I've come undone.
Elena has my mind in a chokehold, my soul wrapped around her little finger, and I don't even care. Let her own me. Let her ruin me. I'll crawl through glass just to taste her defiance again.
But she's stubborn as hell.
Not like the others-not even close. The best night of her life doesn't keep her. The gifts I've sent are tossed back in my face like trash. A million dollars? She wired it back with an "I'm not for sale" scribbled on the memo line.
Nothing works.
Not the power. Not the money. Not the ruthless reputation that makes everyone else fall in line.
And Christ, it drives me insane.
I'll burn cities to ash if it proves I'm the only man who deserves her. I'll tear apart anyone who dares breathe near her. I'll kneel, bleed, beg-things I've never done for anyone-just to hear her say my name like she did that night, all breathless and wrecked.
Because she's it for me.
And I'll be damned if I don't make her see it.