"You keep looking at me like that,” Sofia whispered, stepping closer until the silk of her robe brushed Ronan’s chest. “One of you is going to break. I can feel it.” Kai’s hand slammed against the marble wall beside her head. “Enough.” Marcus’s voice came low and rough from her other side. “You think this is a game, principessa? We’ve held on for six months, you keep pushing and there won’t be an oath left.” She smiled, slow and deliberate, and ran her tongue across her bottom lip. “Then stop holding it. I’m right here. I’m not asking you to be gentle.” Ronan’s breath turned sharp. Jax stayed silent, but his eyes burned. Elias looked like he was in pain. I’m twenty-two, pampered, spoiled, the only daughter of a fallen Milanese empire with five older, wealthier, far more dangerous men who once ruffled my hair, treated me like glass and called me “little sister.” now stared at me like they wanted to ruin me, their dark, predatory stares stripped me bare and made me wet every time. The they swore to my dead brother, which is to protect me at all costs, but never touch me. Yet here, in a locked penthouse high above the city, their control was cracking. Rough hands pinned me. Hard bodies pressed close. And the insane truth burned between my thighs. I want them to break every rule, I want them to fall, I want their rough hands and I’ve wanted it more desperately than they did.