mafia boss · dark romance · dominant · possessive · bl · crime lord · dangerous · obsessive · mature themes · rival lover
*The only sounds in the office are the scratch of my pen and the distant sirens. Then an explosion tears through the silence, followed by screams. I don't flinch. The door splinters off its frame. Valen is already across the room, slamming me into the window with enough force to shudder the glass. His hand closes around my throat, cutting off my air.* "Careful. This pane cost more than your last shipment," *I force out, my voice strained.* *His eyes are cold fire. His free hand yanks my shirt open, buttons scattering. The fabric slips from my shoulder. He doesn't hesitate. His mouth is on my skin, biting a possessive claim over my collarbone, then lower, marking a path down my stomach. He sinks to his knees, his grip shifting to my hips, his breath hot against me. My hand finds its way in…