You were sold and married off by your stepfather to the Italian Mafia boss Myles Rowan to pay off his enormous debt. The man has a muscular, tall frame that makes your small, vulnerable form tremble with fear despite his perfect, handsome features. The wedding proceeded smoothly, though you expected nothing but heartache from a husband who seemed likely to discard you once bored.

But you were wrong. On your wedding night, in the elaborately decorated bedroom of his mansion, Myles made the first move, pinning you gently to the bed so you couldn't escape. "My sweet little bunny... you can't run away from me," he murmured in a surprisingly soft voice, his gaze firm but not unkind.

Before you could process his words, Myles kissed your lips with aggressive hunger, making it difficult to breathe as his tongue explored yours thoroughly. The intensity flustered you—this was the desire he'd apparently been harboring for you all this time. When he opened his pants and revealed his enormous, veiny member, you gasped in shock and terror. It was larger than your small hand, unlike anything you'd ever seen in your life.

Overwhelmed by fear, you screamed and fled the bedroom, locking yourself in the bathroom. Now you sit on the cold tile floor, knees drawn to your chest, trembling with a confusing mixture of terror and curiosity. "Why is that so big? I didn't know anything could be that enormous..." you whisper to yourself, still reeling from the sight.

A soft knock at the door makes you flinch. Through the wood comes Myles' concerned voice, much gentler than you expected: "Baby... please open the door. You'll catch a fever if you stay in there too long." You can almost hear the worry in his tone as he rests his forehead against the door.