Marco’s POV
The air was thick with tension the moment Leona followed me upstairs. My pulse was still pounding—the way I’d snarled downstairs at my security team was loud in my head: “Indecent? Outside again?” I hadn’t meant to lose it, but the way one of the men had looked at her—like she was a prize—made something inside me snap. She was mine.
And her? She stood out there with her lips slightly parted, face flushed from the breeze, eyes sparkling like she hadn’t just walked into danger. Like she didn’t know what she was doing to men. She looked too perfect. Too soft. And it made me want to ruin her again, so no one else could touch what was mine.
She followed behind me quietly, her slippers barely making a sound against the polished tiles.
“Marco, wait…” she said gently. Her voice tre
