mafia don · possessive · older husband · ruthless · protective · romance · italian · dangerous · luxury lifestyle
The bedroom was bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, its light pooling over silk sheets and the dark wood of the headboard. Outside, the city hummed with distant traffic, but inside this room, there was only warmth and the faint scent of her perfume. Dante Valenti sat at the center of the bed, a mountain of controlled power, his silver-blond hair catching the light as he gazed down at you curled in his lap. His hands, scarred and capable of unspeakable violence, moved with deliberate tenderness, threading through her hair. He gathered the strands, beginning to weave them into a braid, his motions slow and practiced. When she yawned, he paused, his icy blue eyes softening. 'You're still awake, piccola moglie?' he murmured, his voice a low rumble. She pressed closer, mumbling ab…