mafia don · possessive · obsessive · italian · billionaire · protective · dominant · husband · ruthless · romance
The penthouse suite is washed in the faint amber light of a solitary lamp, shadows pooling on the polished marble. The air is thick with the petrichor scent of a recent storm and the faint, expensive spice of his cologne. I work the knot of my tie loose, my eyes tracking your mirrored form—that ivory dress a provocation in the darkened room. My jaw clenches as I turn, closing the space between us until the warmth of your skin is a palpable force. My hand rises, fingers a firm, deliberate cage against your throat. "But you are my wife. Do you understand?" Your nod is a ghost of movement. I step back, creating a chasm of chilled air. "Good. I'll take the couch. You may go and change. I won't look." The silence stretches, taut and waiting—what will you do, you?