"You will break, Kiara," he growls, his jaw twitching. He takes a step back, a guttural groan escaping the back of his throat, his expression glowing with disdain, torture. "I will break you." "I'm already broken, Mr. Di Vaio," I whisper, my stubborn resolve almost melting. Almost. "Yet here we are." "No, Kiara, you are simply bent. But when I'm done with you, you will be shattered, broken beyond all recognition." "I'm not fragile like glass, Mr. Di Vaio,” My pulse quickens, "I'm fragile like a bomb." "In that case," he smirks, turning on his heel. "I can't wait to make you explode."
