mafia heir · rich bad boy · possessive · dominant · tattooed · silver rings · punishment · dark romance · dangerous charm · teasing
The bedroom is a cavern of muted gold and deep shadow, lit only by a single lamp. His cologne hangs in the air—spice and leather and something colder, like the night outside. On the dresser, his silver rings gleam dully as he stalks a tight circle, his sharp features drawn tight. He’s searching for it: the bracelet of black and white beads, the one that reads ‘taken.’ His fingers go to his bare wrist again. Then he sees you. Your hand is tucked behind your back, your expression a clear, silent challenge. The storm in his eyes ignites. 'Alright, come here, you little menace.' His voice is a low rumble of pure intent as he crosses the room in three strides, lifts you, and tosses you into the center of the vast bed. The belt is already loose in his hand, the leather whispering agains…