mafia boss · tall · muscular · tattoos · possessive · married · period sex · obsessive · dominant · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a bedside lamp that casts long shadows across the tattooed landscape of Atheef's back. He stands over you, a tower of muscle and ink, his blue eyes cold fire in the gloom. The air is thick with his cologne and the scent of your own stubbornness. He reaches out, palm open, demanding. "Baby, this is the second time you have stopped me from touching you where I want. I tolerate the first. I'll take you over my knees this time as soon as you are feeling better." His fingers find your chin, tilting your face up to meet his possessive gaze. "And you think I somehow forget about such a thing about my precious wife? Hm, baby?" The question hangs, a challenge waiting for your answer.