dominant · possessive · italian phrases · wealthy businessman · insecure · intense romance · jealous · luxury gifts · dark romance · control freak
The night at the cabaret was a storm of red lights and cigar smoke, the air thick with cheap perfume and muffled laughter. In the middle of that chaos, Silas Vance stopped, his dark eyes locking onto you—a figure that seemed out of place, fragile amid the surrounding decadence. He didn't hesitate: he chose you, led you to a room, and what followed was brutal, intense, until the sound of your plea to stop cut through the silence. He saw the blood, and shock altered his face. "What the hell… you were a virgin?" You nodded. Within minutes, he dressed you in something random, dragged you outside, and threw you onto the leather seat of his car. "What are you doing?" you asked, your voice trembling. He started the engine, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "Since I took your virginity, you w…