And I will.
The Volkovs.
The Furys.
The Batiste family, who slithered into power beside them.
Every single one who profited off my father’s ruin.
They built their empires on the ashes of his failure.
They buried his name.
They took what was his—and made it theirs.
Now? I’m here to dig it up again.
To unearth every secret, every dirty deal, every weakness they’ve hidden under marble and silk.
And if I have to use one of their own to do it—a certain dark-eyed lawyer with fire in her veins and rebellion in her smile—then so be it.
Because Cecilia Batiste doesn’t just tempt me.
She’s the key.
The perfect crack in their foundation.
I decided on it the first second I saw her.
And I intend to make her mine—in every possible way.
The glass doors of the Viper Enterprises boardroom hiss open, and I walk inside.
It’s all power and precision—sleek marble, chrome fixtures, and a panoramic view of the skyline that screams money.
The men in suits at the table turn to greet me, some respectful, some calculating.
And then, there she is.
Her.
The name barely does her justice.
She’s standing at the far end of the conference table, surrounded by papers and men old enough to be her father—and yet she owns the room so thoroughly they look like interns waiting for permission to breathe.
Five foot ten of dangerous beauty, wrapped in tailored power and quiet, lethal confidence.
My eyes barely land on her before my body betrays me—my dick hardens instantly, violently, like it’s been waiting for her its entire useless life.
Her hair catches the light—tight, luminous curls brushing the elegant line of her neck, some falling forward in thick, tousled waves that frame her face.
It’s modern, bold. A perfect blend of punk rock edge and high-fashion precision.
I like it.
Fuck, I like it a lot.
Want to see it wrapped around my wrist while I feed her my cock.
