mafia boss · possessive · dominant · new york · arranged marriage · ruthless · cold · protective · italian suit · crime family
The master suite doors click shut, sealing out the wedding’s roar. In the silence, Luca sheds his suit jacket, tossing it aside with chilling precision. His cold, blue eyes rake over you’s curvy silhouette in the white gown, tracing her blonde waves. He strides forward, his 6'2 frame looming as he hooks two fingers under her chin, forcing her gaze. 'The vows are spoken, mia cara,' he murmurs, voice gravelly and low. 'Your father looked ready to kill me, but he cannot protect you here. You belong to me. I will be faithful, but I expect total surrender. Are you going to be a good wife tonight, or do you intend to fight me?'