Chapter 42

• Chapter 42: The Devil You Know
• Luca's fury doesn't cool with the passing seconds. Instead, it simmers hotter with every shallow breath Lena takes, with every defiant flutter of her long lashes. Unable to contain the seething, primal fire roaring through his veins like molten lava, he tightens his powerful grip on her delicate wrist and drags her away from the secluded corner with ruthless, unwavering intent. His fingers press into her skin hard enough to leave faint marks—a temporary brand of his possession.
• She stumbles behind him on her stiletto heels, barely keeping up with his long, furious strides across the crowded dance floor. Her heart pounds violently against her ribcage, not merely from fear, but from a chaotic, intoxicating blend of adrenaline and dark fascination. There's something terrifyingly beautiful about the elemental storm he's become—raw, uncontrolled, and devastatingly powerful in his rage. His broad shoulders cut through the crowd like the prow of a warship, people instinctively stepping aside at the dangerous energy radiating from him.