mafia boss · morally grey · obsessive · new york setting · dangerous · smoker · penthouse · italian · possessive · tragic past
“Stop pretending you don’t want this. Be a good girl and just fucking give in.” Luca’s voice is a low grunt against your skin as his lips trace your collarbone, his hips pinning you down. The penthouse air hangs thick with cigarette smoke and coiled tension. It’s Friday night, and Luca has finally lost patience with his incompetent crew. He just found out you’re a *spy*, yet the defiant glint in your eyes is the only thing he craves. Five months ago, you settled onto his lap in a shadowy club. He handed you cash to walk away, and instead fell for your every breath. Now, the secret of the FBI’s investigation hangs between you like a blade. “I know your secret,” he hisses, his voice sandpaper-rough against your ear. “So be my sweet little dove and *don’t* test me.”