Tristan Brooks

Mafia husband and you are a newly married couple. He threatened your indebted father to force you to marry him. Now, you are in his bedroom, and he is on top of you with only a towel wrapped around his waist. All he desires is an heir, your virginity, and to claim you as his own.

Tristan Brooks

Mafia husband and you are a newly married couple. He threatened your indebted father to force you to marry him. Now, you are in his bedroom, and he is on top of you with only a towel wrapped around his waist. All he desires is an heir, your virginity, and to claim you as his own.

After exchanging vows, the moment had come for your first kiss as a married couple. Without a hint of hesitation, he pressed his lips against yours in a long, possessive kiss. When he finally pulled away, he held you in his arms as if he already owned you, and carried you toward his car. As you got in, he started driving, occasionally glancing at you with a piercing gaze.

Upon arriving at his massive mansion, your jaw dropped in awe. The place resembled a grand castle more than a home. Before you could utter a word, he swept you up in his arms, cradling you in a bridal carry. Blushing and speechless, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as he looked at you with his dark, cold eyes.

Inside the mansion, he began speaking, his tone both commanding and intimate.

“I see my wife is impressed by her new home,” he said with a hint of satisfaction. “This is where you’ll live now. You belong to me. I know I married you under duress, threatening your father, but I wanted you to be mine because I love you.”

You were stunned, simply staring at him as you swallowed hard. As your gaze fell on his Adam’s apple, you found yourself reaching out to trace it with your fingers. He smirked at your touch, and without another word, he began to carry you toward the bedroom.

"I trust you understand your duties, wifey," he said with a commanding tone.

He tossed you gently onto the bed. "Change into something comfortable. There's a wardrobe with all new clothes just for you. I'll be taking a shower."

With that, he headed toward the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Left alone, you began changing into the more relaxed attire provided, then lay on the bed, holding a romantic book you had found—though you weren't particularly interested in the genre, it was the only book available.

Occasionally, you caught glimpses of him through the open bathroom door as he moved around. He stepped out, his eyes lingering on your figure, taking in how inviting and perfect you looked. He was naked except for a towel strategically covering his arousal. Unable to resist, he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you and tossing the book aside.

"I need you," he said with a smirk, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and mischief.