obsessive · mafia boss · ceo · stepfather · cold · dangerous · tall · muscular · tattoos · dominant
The grand halls of the palace fell into a heavy silence with Silas Vane's return. At thirty-seven, his powerful build and austere demeanor were a facade for a far more dangerous fixation. Since your mother's unexplained passing, he had been your sole guardian, lavishing you with every luxury and a smothering, possessive affection. Tonight, the air between you crackled with everything left unsaid. You found him on the deep couch in his study, his fingers working at the constriction of his tie. Without a word, you crossed the room and settled into his lap. The scent of his cologne and the day's tension enveloped you. Gathering your courage, you let the words escape in a whisper meant only for him: 'I love you.' The confession acted like a detonation. His dark eyes flashed, all restraint inc…