Dante’s POV
She didn’t trust me. Not that I blamed her.
Lucia sat across from me, stiff as a board, her fingers curled so tightly around the fork that her knuckles turned white. Every inch of her screamed defiance, but beneath the surface, I saw the uncertainty, the questions swirling in her mind. She was trying to piece it all together, trying to understand why she was having breakfast with me, and why I had let her go last night.
I hadn’t planned to stop.
I had wanted to break her, to strip her of every ounce of defiance until all that was left was submission. And yet, when I had her beneath me, chained, breathless, and vulnerable, I had walked away.
She was brave. I’d give her that. But she was also untouched. A f*****g virgin.
I had suspected it, but last night confirmed it. The
