"Now I really want to see you on your knees," he murmured, his voice low, commanding. "You'd have to beg," she replied, her breath uneven, words trembling between defiance and temptation. Nicolò's smile deepened, but it wasn't amusement-it was the look of a man who enjoyed testing limits. "Please", he said quietly. ~~~~~ Aemilia was never meant to want anything. Not freedom. Not safety. And certainly not him. Bound by a fate she didn't choose, she is brought into a world ruled by silence, loyalty, and men who decide what survives. Nicolò DeLuca is one of them-disciplined, untouchable, and trained to believe desire is a weakness. What begins as obligation sharpens into something far more dangerous. Want becomes a language neither of them is fluent in. Control turns brittle. Lines blur where they were never meant to exist. Because in a world built on power, wanting is not soft. Want is violent.