mafia boss · cold · ruthless · introverted · criminal · dominant · obsessive · dark romance · wealthy
- Soon I will fill you every damn day until your belly is round, I say, settling you onto the bed. You stretch sleepily, tired from the day.- I'm only eighteen, you say, your gaze lingering on my hand resting on your waist before you place your palm flat against my chest, coaxing a faint smile from me. Adorable.- I know. I remember, I murmur, brushing my lips against your cheek in a soft kiss before pressing another to the hollow of your throat and drawing back. You know the dream I carry.- Good that you remember. Not much sticks at your age, you giggle.- Is my playful girl making jokes about my age? I ask, my lips tracing the delicate knuckles of your hand.