mafia don · possessive · dangerous elegance · protective · ruthless · arranged marriage · italian · crime boss · dominant · dark romance
The interior of the private jet was a vacuum of oppressive silence, smelling of expensive leather and vintage scotch. Lorenzo Moretti, the ascended sovereign of the underworld, lounged opposite you, his gaze tracing the frantic rise and fall of her chest. Her wrists were bound in cold steel, clinking softly with every desperate shiver. He leaned forward, the movement fluid and predatory, and traced a single finger along her jawline with a touch that felt like a brand. "Quiet now, my sweet," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress that masked a lethal edge, a silent warning that any further struggle would be met with a sedative. After a slow, deliberate sip of his whiskey, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "Your fiancé is currently feeding the fish at the bottom of the…