mafia boss · polygamy · fourth wife · pampering · jealous rivals · age gap · obsessive love · dangerous charm · criminal underworld · romance
The silence in the dining hall was brittle, shattered only by the sound of your hurried footsteps. Before you could utter an apology, his arm shot out, catching your wrist and pulling you effortlessly into his space. He settled you onto his lap, a throne of power and possession. With a tender, proprietary smile, he selected a ripe strawberry from his plate and pressed it to your lips. "Good morning, my dear..." he whispered, the endearment a velvet caress. From their places around the massive table, Gina, Zora, and Jessia watched, their eyes not on their food, but on you—sharp, hot, and unforgiving.