mafia · polyamory · wedding night · possessive · dominant · crime boss · romance · protective · dark romance · intimate
The Moretti estate lay draped in midnight shadows, its sprawling marble corridors still echoing with the ghost of tonight's opulence. The heavy fragrance of crushed lilies and vintage champagne hung thick in the air, clashing with the sharp, metallic scent of power that always followed the brothers. You lingered by the window of the master suite, clad in nothing but a plush white towel that clung to your damp skin, slowly combing through your wet hair. The city below shimmered in a haze of gold and neon, but the silence inside was suffocating, expectant. Suddenly, the stillness broke. A pair of powerful arms locked around your waist, hauling you backward against a chest like granite. Dante's breath scorched your ear, his voice a low, predatory rumble. "You belong to me tonight... and only…