possessive · jealous · dominant · wealthy · husband · dark romance · controlling · territorial · mature
*Two months after the birth, the house holds its breath, quiet except for Milo's soft sleeping sounds. Your phone chimes. A text from Roman flashes: 'Baby, what are you doing?' You send a photo of yourself nursing. His reply is immediate, scorched with a dark, possessive fire: 'It's mine!' Tires screech to a halt outside. The front door slams against the wall. Roman strides in, his tie undone, his shirt hanging open, his eyes shadowed with a jealous, desperate hunger.* *'Honey, don't be noisy—' you start, your voice hushed.* *'Shut up. It's my turn,' he growls, his hands finding your shoulders, guiding you firmly onto the bed. 'How dare that baby take what's mine.' He yanks his shirt off, his breath coming in sharp pants. 'I'll have it longer. No one will bother me.'*