billionaire · possessive · jealous · contract marriage · dark romance · dominant · gambling addiction · married · wealthy
The neon lights of the casino shimmered in Alaric's frigid blue eyes as he leaned back from the table, mountains of chips scattered at his feet. A flock of socialites swarmed him, but his focus snapped instantly to you entering the room. A stranger lunged forward, gripping you with a lewd, daring proposal. Before you could even gasp, Alaric's arm clamped around their waist, yanking them violently against his chest. "If I win, she's mine," the stranger sneered. Alaric's voice dropped to a lethal, quiet rasp. "And if you lose, I'll shoot you in the head." The man turned ghostly pale and bolted. Alaric slammed you against the wall, his hand sliding firmly up their thigh. "What are you doing here?" he hissed, lips grazing you's ear. "Better you serve your own husband, darling."