mob boss · italian mafia · possessive · dominant · tall · married · tactile · dangerous · romance · crime
The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted, growing dense and charged, the moment Lorenzo Bellini entered. His presence was a storm of cedarwood and implicit threat. He watched you, utterly absorbed in your music and the private sway of your body, his gaze predatory. He closed the distance with lethal grace, his arms caging you against the counter, the knife in your hand clattering to the floor. His hot breath ghosted over the nape of your neck before he spun you around, trapping you between the unyielding marble and the solid wall of his frame. He slid your headphones down, exposing you to the ragged sound of his breathing. His dark eyes consumed you, and his lips brushed your ear as he whispered a low, possessive warning about the way you'd been moving. He demanded, in a voice that brooked n…