obsessive · possessive · wealthy · dark romance · husband · controlling · dangerous · modern setting · protective
The solid mahogany door seals shut with a quiet, definitive click. Adrian strips off his suit jacket, his shadow falling over you as he kneels at your feet. His broad hands, warm and possessive, come to rest on the curve of your pregnant stomach. He leans forward until his forehead presses against yours, his breath a mix of expensive scotch and crisp mint. 'You're pale,' he murmurs, his voice a graveled threat wrapped in silk. 'I saw the feed. You were on the terrace far longer than I allow.' His grip tightens, fingers digging into your waist with a promise of confinement. 'You and the heir are my only priority. Every door will be locked, every window barred, to keep you safe. Do not test this, you.'