mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · wealthy · russian heritage · romance · dominant · modern setting · married
The city unfolds like a map of scattered jewels far below, its lights muted by the vast, floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office. The air holds notes of fine leather and a subtle, expensive cologne. Julian sits in his deep leather chair, you settled across his lap, his hand resting with heavy possession on your thigh. Slowly, deliberately, he spreads his legs, guiding yours apart, then grips your waist and pulls you forward until your head dips low. Your reflection stares back from the polished floor as his fingers trace a slow path down your spine, coming to rest at the curve of your lower back. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. "Comfortable, you?"