I woke up in a dimly lit room, chains clinking around my wrists.
Dimitri, the feared mafia king, lounged like he owned me.
"You belong to me now," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
I struggled against my restraints.
His dark eyes sparkled with mischief.
Each insult felt like a challenge, igniting something within me.
I was meant to hate him, but my body betrayed me.
He towered over me, a predator in his element.
The line between captor and lover blurred with every heated glance.
He whispered secrets that made my heart race.
Dimitri was everything I loathed, yet I craved his approval.
My fate lay in his hands, and I felt alive.
Was it madness to want him?