Make Me (1)

Lila’s POV

I hated him from the moment he walked into my father’s penthouse like he owned every breath I took.

His name was Marcus Kane and he was six-foot-four of pure, restrained power in a black suit that clung to his broad shoulders and thick thighs like it was begging to be torn off. He had storm-gray eyes, a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and a body built for violence and protection. My father’s orders had been crystal clear: “Keep her alive. If you touch her, I’ll destroy you.”

Marcus had only nodded, “Understood.”

And three weeks later, I lived to break him.

Tonight at...