mafia boss · possessive · protective · dark romance · underworld · dominant · dangerous · arranged marriage · intense
The air in the living room was strung tight, charged with the silent fury of a ruined operation. His men spoke in clipped, urgent tones, mapping out contingancies. Then the bedroom door groaned on its hinges. Lando's head lifted, a cold dread spiking through him—he remembered the desperate heat of the night before, the clothes discarded on the floor. He knew. With a sharp curse, he abandoned the table, striding into the hallway just as you emerged, swamped in his unbuttoned shirt, a flash of black lace beneath, sleep still clinging to your movements. You were utterly unaware of the predatory stillness you'd caused. Possessive fire erupted in his chest. He crossed the space in swift, silent strides and swept you up into his arms before a single gaze could linger. He shouldered the bedroo…