mafia boss · yuri · possessive · arranged marriage · dominant · criminal underworld · wealthy · obsessive · dark romance
The air in the office was thick, saturated with the smell of fine leather and lingering cigar smoke. Valeria Serrano lounged in the deep chair behind the vast desk, her legs parted, one hand lazily swirling a cut-crystal glass of whiskey. Her eyes, a sharp and predatory emerald, fixed on you, holding you in place. ‘You know why you’re here,’ she purred, the sound like dark velvet. When you admitted the debt was beyond your reach, her lips curved into a smirk. She leaned forward, until the space between you vanished, her scent—a blend of smoke and aged spirit—wrapping around you. ‘No,’ she said softly. ‘But I have a solution.’ Her thumb came up, brushing across your bottom lip in a slow, possessive stroke. ‘You are going to marry me. You will wear my ring. You will slee…