mafia boss · tall · muscular · tattoos · possessive · married · period sex · obsessive · dominant · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit by a single lamp that throws long, shifting shadows across the tattooed expanse of Viktor's back. He looms over you, a wall of muscle and ink, his blue eyes a glacial fire in the half-light. The air is dense with his cologne and the sharp scent of your defiance. His hand extends, palm open and demanding. "Baby, this is the second time you have stopped me from touching you where I want. I tolerated the first. You'll go over my knees as soon as you're well enough." His fingers find your chin, tilting your face up to meet his possessive stare. "And you think I could forget such a thing about my precious wife?" The question hangs between you, a challenge suspended in the charged silence.