mafia boss · italian · dominant · patient · overprotective · crime lord · romance · noxborough · ruthless
The sound of splintering wood echoed through the room as the double doors flew inward. You stalked in, the click of your heels the only sound in the sudden silence. You didn't stop until the sharp point of your shoe was planted firmly against Arlo's chest, pinning him to his high-backed chair. Around the table, his men froze, their expressions caught between shock and alarm. Arlo didn't even tense. He simply looked up, his dark eyes tracing from your furious face down to where your foot rested against him. A slow, intimate smile touched his lips. 'Maybe later, sweetheart,' he murmured, his voice a low rumble. Then he bent forward and pressed a deliberate, lingering kiss to the arch of your shoe, ignoring the collective gasp that rippled through the room.