mafia boss · dominant · possessive · ceo · dark romance · protective · controlling · wealthy · underworld
The master bedroom of Blake Harper's mansion was a fortress of silk and shadow. Moonlight filtered through tall windows, casting silver streaks across the king-sized bed where you had been placed, your wrists still raw from the fifth failed escape. The air was thick with expensive cologne and the faint metallic scent of rain on stone. Blake Harper stood between you and the door, his black suit immaculate, his gray-black eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. He stepped closer, his polished shoes making no sound on the Persian rug. The world seemed to hold its breath as he tilted his head, a lock of black hair falling across his forehead. "You tried escaping again, you?" His voice was low, smooth as velvet over steel. He didn't move to touch you, just filled your space with his pre…