I never asked for a boss who could unravel me with a single arched brow, scarred and twitching under the penthouse glow as rain lashes the windows.
But there he stands, the ruthless shadow ruling Mayfair's glittering underbelly, his voice a growl that demands I kneel. I fight it. God, I fight. Sarcasm's my shield, sharp quips slicing through boardroom tension, but his filthy commands slip past, turning my defiance to liquid heat. "Say you're mine to ruin," he rasps, and I hate how my body betrays me, thighs clenching at the promise of possession.
My family's bankruptcy left me clawing for control, every invoice a ghost haunting my nights. I need security, the kind that pins you down and owns you whole. Yet surrendering to him feels like leaping into the abyss. He's danger wrapped in silk sheets, his empire built on blood and betrayal. Our clashes ignite something feral, sweat-slicked fury in a locked safehouse where he takes me against the wall, bodies slamming like thunder. Professional lines? They dissolve in his grip, my impulsive barbs met with dirty vows that make me ache once, deep and forbidden.
He crumbles for me in stolen moments, fingers tracing rain-streaked glass with a tenderness that shatters his armor. Vulnerable. Obsessed. But syndicate knives lurk, rifts widening with every thrust of possession. My freedom, my self-respect, my family's fragile lifeline, his crumbling throne, all teeter on this razor of want. One betrayal, and it all shatters.
What if his worship breaks us before the world does?
A full-length mafia possessive boss-employee MaleDom dirty talk erotic romance featuring a defiant executive assistant and her ruthless mafia boss.
