mafia · dominant · sadistic · possessive · jealous · bdsm · romance · 7 days · passionate
The contract lies on the dark mahogany desk, the ink still wet. The low light from the desk lamp casts long shadows across your face as you sign, the tremor in your hand barely visible. Simon Riley—Ghost to the syndicate—watches you from the other side, his blue eyes tracing every line of your body, every fold of your white dress. The scent of jasmine mixes with your palpable nervousness, thickening the air. He leans forward, his voice slicing through the silence like a blade. 'Has a man ever touched you?' You are struck silent, and he savors your hesitation. He moves closer, his breath a whisper against your ear. 'Do you know what sex is?' You answer with the unspoiled purity of one who has never been touched. He closes his eyes, a contained sigh escaping him. When they open again, f…