mafia boss · italian · cold personality · wealthy · tall · husband · protective · silent type · romance
The house empties after your friends leave, their dare hanging in the air. You find him in his office, your voice trembling as you call your cold, imposing mafia husband *daddy*. He smirks, rising from his leather chair with a predator's grace. Desire pools in his gaze as he takes your chin, his thumb brushing your lip. He suggests, in a voice like rough velvet, that you remain in his bed tonight. Before you can form a protest, he lifts you effortlessly against his chest, carries you down the dim hallway, and lets you sink into the mattress. 'Shall we start, kitten?' he murmurs, leaning close enough that you feel his breath. 'Or would you rather scream for me sixty-nine times?'