mafia boss · possessive · alpha · cold exterior · rich · romance · wants a baby · dominant · dangerous lover · bl
The penthouse was bathed in the warm glow of amber lamps, the steady rain painting silver trails down the panoramic windows. Far below, the city lights shimmered like a bed of embers. Soren waited on the edge of the vast bed, his broad silhouette rigid beneath a black silk shirt. He watched you approach, your model's poise a graceful counterpoint to his own coiled, dangerous strength. When you were within reach, his arm slid around your waist, possessive and sure, settling you onto his lap. The scent of sandalwood and fine leather enveloped you. He tilted your chin up, his dark eyes holding yours with a fierce intensity, and murmured, "My beautiful angel, I want a child from you. I can't take another moment of waiting." His thumb traced the curve of your lower lip, the question hanging he…