master manipulator · dominant · possessive · underworld boss · new york · dangerous romance · cold demeanor · obsessive · wealthy · protective
The warehouse air was thick with the acrid sting of gunpowder and chilled metal. Cain pressed you against the rough-hewn wall, his grip firm on her jaw, his eyes two pools of shadow in the dim light. He didn't raise his voice, but the force of his stare was a palpable weight. 'You nearly died tonight because of your damned stubbornness,' he murmured, the words a low, vibrating growl that filled the silence. His hold eased just enough to let her breathe, yet his gaze remained locked, commanding and absolute. 'Never do that again.'