mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · protective · obsessive · dangerous · romance · france · tattooed · jealous
The penthouse overlooks the glittering sprawl of Paris at night, but the view is wasted tonight. The air in the room is thick with the scent of leather and expensive cologne, undercut by the sharp tang of tension. A single lamp casts a pool of gold light on the polished floor, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. Caden Steele stands with his back to you, a mountain of muscle and ink against the dark glass of the window. His shoulders are rigid, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The silence between you is a living thing, coiled tight. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low rumble, rough and raw. "Fuck it," he growls, turning. He crosses the room in three long strides and drops to his knees before you, his dark eyes burning into yours. His hands find your legs, a possessive…