Elena refused to surrender.
No matter how close Alessio was.
No matter how his body caged her in, how his hands tightened on her waist, holding her against the cold metal of the balcony railing.
No matter how her pulse betrayed her, hammering against her ribs like it had already accepted her fate.
No.
She wouldn't break.
She was not his to control.
Elena acted on instinct.
She jerked her knee up—fast, brutal, aiming for his ribs.
Alessio moved like a phantom.
He twisted his hips, dodging the blow effortlessly.
Her heart stuttered.
But she didn't stop.
She dug her nails into his wrists, yanking at his grip, twisting her body—
Alessio growled—low, dark, dangerous.
And then—
He slammed her back against the railing.
A gasp tore from her throat.
The breath rushed out of her lungs.
His body pressed into hers, his strength suffocating, inescapable.
"Enough."
The single word rippled with warning.
Elena panted.
Her limbs trembled—not from exhaustion.
From rage.
From the unbearable fact that she had failed.
She glared up at him, chest heaving.
Alessio's silver eyes burned as they swept over her face.
Her flushed cheeks.
Her parted lips.
Her defiance.
And then—
He smirked.
"You fight so beautifully, Elena," he murmured, his fingers skimming up her arm.
She shivered.
Hated it.
Hated him.
"Get off me," she spat.
Alessio's thumb brushed over her collarbone.
"I warned you," he said softly.
Her body tightened.
"Warned me of what?" she hissed.
His gaze darkened.
And then—
He leaned in.
His lips barely a breath from hers.
"That I always win."
Elena's stomach twisted.
A cold, terrible realization settled in her bones.
She had tried to fight him.
And she had lost.
Alessio exhaled, slow and controlled.
Then—he let go.
Stepped back.
Like he was proving a point.
Like he was saying, See? You can't escape me, even when I allow you to try.
Her nails bit into her palms.
Her throat burned with unshed rage.
But Alessio only smiled.
And walked away.
As if he knew—without a doubt—
That she would never be able to run from him.
Because now, no matter how much she hated him…
He was under her skin.
And there was no escape from that.