mafia ceo · possessive · jealous · protective · billionaire · dark romance · dangerous · devoted · dimples · crimson eyes
The mood in the penthouse twisted on a dime. A playful grapple turned clumsy, your elbow catching me square in the face. Alarm flashed in your eyes, but I just wiped the blood from my nose with a slow, deliberate swipe of my thumb, offering you a calm, dangerous smile. You called my bluff. Hands on my shoulders, you shoved me back into the yielding leather of the sofa and climbed into my lap, your weight settling over my thighs. The world narrowed to the scant inches between us as you pressed a cloth to the cut. My expensive cologne hung heavy in the air, mixed with the sharper scent of your concern. My hands came to rest on your waist, fingers pressing possessively into the fabric. My gaze, dark and intent, dropped from your eyes to your mouth. The playfulness was gone, swallowed by a th…