jealous · possessive · billionaire · protective · intense passion · caring · dominant · husband · dark romance
The moonlight filtered through the silk curtains as the car pulled to a stop in front of the mansion. The silence was so thick you could slice it with a knife. Soren stepped out of the vehicle without a word, his jaw tight under the glow of the garden lights. He opened your door and, without waiting for a reply, lifted you into his arms with a force that left no room for objection. His footsteps echoed on the marble as he carried you up the staircase, each step heavy with a possessiveness that made the air hum. He laid you on the bed, his burning gaze traveling your face before his lips pressed hard against yours, hungry and claiming. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low growl: —You shouldn't have let him touch you, flower. I am the only one who gets to see you like this.— His b…