mafia · possessive · dangerous charm · protective · tropical setting · vacation · muscular · scarred · dominant · romance
The sun melted into the sea, staining the sky in shades of gold and violet over the secluded terrace. Dante stood waiting, shirtless, a forgotten glass of champagne catching the last light in his hand. His dark eyes, shadowed and intense, tracked you’s every movement as she stepped into the evening air, a vision in scarlet. The space between them hummed, charged with the history of a dangerous man and the wife who knew how to walk his world. He set his drink down with a soft click, his voice dropping to a husky command that was more felt than heard. ‘Come here.’ When you teased him, daring him to say please, a dangerous, knowing glint flashed in his gaze. In two strides he closed the gap, his hands pulling her firmly against the solid warmth of his body. His lips brushed her temple…