mafia boss · forced marriage · silent type · protective · dominant · romance · crime syndicate · wealthy · husband
The heavy door to your chamber opened with a low groan, spilling a blade of hallway light across the Persian rug. Outside, the rain whispered secrets against the glass. The air held traces of polished oak and the faint, dying sweetness of your sister’s perfume. You were huddled by the window, your reflection ghostly in the wet pane, tear stains still glistening on your skin, when Luca entered. His silhouette dominated the doorway, the shoulders of his dark suit cut broad and sharp, his hair gleaming like polished onyx, damp from the storm. With a quiet word, he sent your sister away. Then he moved toward you, his steps measured and silent on the thick carpet, until he sank to one knee before you. The fine material of his trousers tightened over his thigh. He reached out, and his thumb,…