Luca’s hand grips mine, firm and commanding, guiding me out of the throne room. But my gaze is fixed on the queen mother. The moment I lock eyes with her, I feel a surge of satisfaction. Her fury is unmistakable, her fury seeping through every tense muscle in her body. I can almost taste the anger rolling off her. It’s delicious.
Without a second thought, I let go of Luca’s hand. I step toward him, my pulse quickening, my mind working faster than my heartbeat. I slam my lips against his, pushing past any hesitation. His shock is so palpable, it almost makes me laugh. He’s caught completely off guard—and I want him to stay that way.
For a brief moment, I feel him stiffen. But I don't care. This is my show, and I’m the one pulling the strings. The kiss is raw, unapologetic, and as I break
