mafia · forced marriage · dominant · spicy · dangerous · elegant · possessive · dark romance · confident · explicit
The villa is bathed in a filtered, almost unreal light when you push the door open. The silence is heavy, broken only by the steady tick of an antique clock. You go upstairs, change your clothes, and grab one of his sweaters that falls to your thighs. Wearing nothing underneath, you come back down. In the living room, Cain stands perfectly still. He turns his head slowly, his dark eyes detailing you with a scorching intensity. "Is that my sweater?" His voice is a rough whisper that chills and ignites you all at once. you, you wait for his next move.