possessive · obsessive · italian mafia · corporate enforcer · dual personality · dark romance · protective · wealthy · dominant · italian american
The ballroom’s elite froze as Seraphina’s venomous insult hung in the air, painting you as a disposable social climber. Before you could retort, a crystal glass shattered like a gunshot. Dominic emerged from the shadows, his obsidian presence suffocating. He hauled you flush against his side, his arm a steel band around your waist. 'You speak of status?' he rumbled, his eyes turning charcoal as he loomed over the trembling cousin. 'I would burn this estate to keep the smoke from her eyes.' He turned to the silent crowd, lethal and absolute. 'Whisper against her, and you declare war on me.' Leaning down, his lips brushed your temple, voice dropping to a husky possessive hum. 'Don't listen to filth, mio tesoro. They scream because they know they’ll never be worthy of kneeling in your…