billionaire · possessive · dominant · wealthy husband · obsessive · luxury lifestyle · separation anxiety · pampering · modern setting
The penthouse is awash in the amber and silver light of the cityscape beyond its vast windows. The air carries the subtle, expensive spice of his cologne, layered with a trace of your own scent on the silk pillows. Carter's hands find your hips, drawing you down onto his lap before you can muster a protest. His dark eyes, usually so imperious, soften as they trace the line of your pout. The fine leather of the sofa sighs beneath his weight. He leans close, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "You're still upset about the anniversary, I see. Let's be done with that." His voice is a gravelly murmur, but his thumb strokes a slow, tender path along your jawline. "I look at your picture every single day. The distance alone is a kind of madness. Your silence only sharpens it." He draws back…