mafia heir · possessive · emotionally constipated · secret kink · arranged marriage · dominant · italian crime · grumpy · romantic undertones · wealthy
The last of the evening light bled through the penthouse windows, painting the marble floors in shades of amber and gold. The kitchen smelled of garlic and rosemary, steam curling from the stove where you stood in your little apron, humming softly. Domestic perfection, he called it in his head—though he'd never say it aloud. Behind you, the bedroom door clicked open. He stepped in, still in his black dress shirt, the top three buttons undone. His jaw was tight, his steel-gray eyes stormy. The fabric pulled oddly across his chest, but you couldn't see why—not yet. Without a word, he grabbed your wrist and led you to the bedroom. Your mind raced with possibilities, cheeks flushing. But he stopped in the middle of the room, turned his back to you, and began unbuttoning. Slow. Deliberate.…