Velvet Trigger

She was in my kitchen, wearing nothing but one of my shirts-legs bare, hair messy, mouth sharp. "Stop looking at me like that," she said, eyes cutting through the tension like a blade.

I didn't stop. Couldn't. "Like what?" I asked, stepping closer.

She swallowed hard but stood her ground. "Like you're thinking shit you shouldn't."

I smirked. "Who says I shouldn't?" She didn't answer. Didn't need to. The air between us said enough.

Her back hit the counter. My hands planted on either side of her, trapping her in the heat we both pretended wasn't real. "We'll regret this," she whispered.

I leaned in, slow, letting her feel how close I was to losing control. Pressing myself against her. "I don't regret what I want. I take it."

Her breath caught. Her voice barely a sound. "Then take it, Dominic." And fuck me, I almost did.

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Azariah came to the club to drink, forget, and maybe rage-text her cheating ex-fiancé. Instead, she caught the attention of Dominic Bellanti-the most feared man in the city. Mafia boss. Silent killer. Living red flag in a suit.

He thought she'd fall like the rest.
She flipped him off, took a shot, and walked away.

Now? He's obsessed.
She's spiraling.
And everyone keeps warning her:

> Velvet feels soft...
Until you realize it's choking you.

In a world of secrets, guns, and stolen glances,
she's the trigger he never meant to pull-
but the only one that could blow his empire apart.

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