vanillaandstrawberry
I, Isabella Rossi, became the wife of the most powerful mafia boss as a replacement for my sister, Clara, who ran away the night before her wedding.
When I first met Dante Romano, he was handsome but cold, his eyes filled with resentment for a marriage he never wanted.
But slowly, things began to change between us. He started warming up to me and I found myself wanting a future with him, even though I was never supposed to be his.
Because loving a mafia boss like Dante Romano was never going to be safe.
(Edited version)
"You really want a child with a man like me?" Dante Asked, his voice a low, jagged vibration that seemed to settle in my very bones.
"I-" The word caught in my throat, strangled by the sheer weight of his presence.
"Look at you," he murmured, his gaze dropping to where we were joined, his hand sliding down to feel the slick evidence of my surrender.
"You're so wet for me, wife. Tell me what you want."
The use of the word wife felt like a brand, a reminder of the contract that had brought us here and the chemistry that was currently burning it to the ground.
"Y-yes," I managed, the sound breaking into a soft, helpless moan as he shifted, the friction sending a jolt of lightning through my nerves. "Please."