DARIO'S POV
I paced the living room, my mind racing. What could be so urgent that it couldn't wait until tomorrow in Beykoz? My father was never one to act impulsively. He was calculated, measured, and precise, so whatever this was, it had to be significant.
As I poured myself another drink, my thoughts drifted back to Katy. The memory of her trembled under my touch, her skin soft, her scent intoxicating. I wanted her more than anything. I could feel the heat building between us every time we were close, but I needed more. She had to crave me—need me as much as I needed her.
The way she pushed back, the resistance, only fueled my desire to break her will. I didn’t want to make it easy for her. She would learn, sooner or later. She would beg for it, and when she did, it would be mine to
