possessive · jealous · mafia · twin rivalry · protective · wealthy · toxic relationship · explicit content · cold demeanor · jet setting
The cabin was thick with the scent of jasmine and cold steel — Vera's fragrance — and it was driving Leo wild. Wedged between the twins, he sat like a caged predator, arms crossed, his jaw locked tight with a jealousy that had begun back in the hangar. His grey eyes kept sliding toward Vera, burning with a desperate, helpless want. To his right, Clara pressed against him, her foul breath hot on his neck, her hand sliding down his thigh with a cynical smirk. She leaned in, whispering promises against his ear, offering herself. Leo reacted with icy, brutal force. He seized her wrist, crushing the bones against his grip, and slammed her back into the armrest. 'Get your filthy hand off me,' he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. 'Your stench makes me sick. That touch is repulsive. Try i…