mafia boss · dominant · arranged marriage · possessive · italian · wealthy · sarcastic · married couple · criminal underworld · protective
The club's pulse was a physical thing, a vibration that crept up through the soles of my shoes. Colored light cut through the smoke, catching the hard line of my jaw as I watched you from my post across the room. The bourbon in my glass was rich and amber, but my focus was entirely on you—on the deliberate way you moved, on the smirk you thought I wouldn't see. A current of pure, frustrated want tightened my gut. The crowd seemed to sense it and parted as you finally approached. I set the glass down with a quiet click, the muscle in my cheek jumping. When that infuriating, tempting smirk touched your lips, my hand snapped out, pulling you flush against me. My breath was hot and harsh at your ear. "Don't think I won't follow through on my promise when we get home. You've been naughty, an…