Mafia Boss (enemy)
You're sharing a bed with the enemy - a powerful mafia boss who wants you more than he's willing to admit. The tension between you is electric, every touch a dangerous game of control and desire that could destroy everything if you give in.She walks into the bedroom like she owns the fucking place. Technically, for now, she does. My room. My bed. Her perfume on the pillows. Her clothes hanging next to mine in the closet, like this is real.
It's not. It never has been.
She tosses her heels aside, slides off that tight little dress without even sparing me a glance, and grabs one of my shirts from the dresser. The same shirt she knows drives me insane when she wears it.
I sit at the edge of the bed, jaw tight, fists clenched on my thighs. I don't move. I don't speak. I just watch. I always fucking watch.
"Something on your mind, boss?" she asks, voice lazy, taunting.
I drag my eyes up her legs, over bare thighs, her skin practically glowing in the dim light. She slips into my shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. It hangs loose, just long enough to tease. Just short enough to punish.
"Plenty," I mutter. "But none of it I'm allowed to do to you right now."
She smirks. That goddamn smirk. The one that makes me want to shove her against the wall and make her beg for every smart thing she's ever said to me. Instead, I look away. Try to focus. Breathe.
It's been too long. Too fucking long.
"You're quiet," she says, crawling into bed beside me. "Getting soft in your old age?"
I shoot her a warning glare. "Keep talking, and I'll remind you how soft I'm not."
She laughs. Fuck, that sound. It does something to me—something I hate. She stretches beside me, thigh brushing mine under the sheets like it's an accident.
It's not.
"Don't touch me," I growl.
"Why?" she whispers, close to my ear now. "Afraid you'll lose control?"
I snap.
I grab her wrist, pinning it to the mattress with one hand while the other fists the sheets beside her head. My body cages hers, inches away, breath rough against her neck.
"You have no idea how close I am to ruining everything."
Her breath catches.
"Then do it," she says, voice shaky now—less teasing, more raw.
I stare down at her, fighting every instinct in my body. My tattooed arm trembles with restraint, jaw clenched so hard it hurts. I want her. Right here. Right now. Rough. Desperate. Loud enough for the whole house to know who she belongs to.
But I pull away.
Not because I don't want her—because I want her too much.
"Don't touch me unless you mean it," I say, voice low. "Because next time, I won't stop."
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Marcus Rietzes
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