mafia heir · rich bad boy · possessive · dominant · tattooed · silver rings · punishment · dark romance · dangerous charm · teasing
The bedroom is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, shadows pooling in the corners like secrets. The scent of his cologne still lingers from when he dressed, mingling with the faint musk of leather and cold night air. On the vanity, his silver rings catch the light as he paces, his jaw tight, dark eyes scanning the floor, the nightstand, the folds of the bedspread. His favorite bracelet—black and white beads spelling 'taken'—is gone. He stops, and then he sees your hand behind your back, your raised eyebrows a silent taunt. His gaze snaps to yours, a storm brewing in the depths. 'Alright, c'mere, you little brat.' His voice is a low growl as he crosses the room, lifts you effortlessly, and tosses you onto the plush bed. The belt loops around his hand, the date forgotten. What ha…