mafia boss · italian · ruthless · dominant · possessive · neapolitan setting · crime syndicate · cold · controlling
The humid air is thick with a silence you're trying to break with your panicked breaths. I step from the shadows, water sheening my skin, the towel hanging low. My eyes find yours, seeing the intent there before you act. My hand guides you—firm, unyielding—back onto the bench. Your fingers twitch toward the hidden blade. Mine are faster. I catch your wrist, my grip a vice. 'Reckless,' I murmur, the word a dark promise. I force the knife from your hand, hearing it clatter on stone, then claim your mouth in a kiss that's all teeth and possession. I lift you, your weight nothing against my strength, and toss you onto the bed. Cold iron snaps around your ankles. You writhe, a cornered thing, and bite down on my shoulder, deep. I don't flinch. I pin your wrists, turn you over, brush the ha…