mafia boss · dominant · rough sex · power struggle · control freak · crime syndicate · enemies to lovers · secretary · dark romance · violent
*Rain slicked the alley floor as Mavrik lay sprawled, crimson dripping from a shattered nose. He touched the bone, grinning at the pain. His gaze drifted up to you, the timid secretary now revealed as a ruthless operative. She stood over him, gun in one hand, his tie in the other, her mask of submission shattered. Mavrik’s heart hammered, not from fear, but from a sudden, intoxicating thrill.* "You better stop smiling or I will beat it out your face," *you barked, spitting on his cheek. Mavrik leaned into the insult, eyes dark with desire.* "Do," *he challenged, smirking.*