Vincenzo’s POV
She twisted in my grip, trying to break free. “I’ll never bend to you,” she snapped, her voice steady but filled with venom.
I threw her onto the bed with force, this time ensuring that she stayed there. Her body bounced against the mattress, and I heard the chain rattle as it caught on the frame. She scrambled to sit up, but I was already towering over her, my shadow swallowing her whole.
“Stay,” I ordered.
Her lip curled, and she gave me a look that was almost too arrogant for my liking. “You’re wasting your time.”
I reached down and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look me in the eye. “It’s not about wasting time, Lyra,” I said softly, my voice dark. “It’s about making sure you understand your place. You don’t get to run from this. You don’t get to tell me wha
