The heavy wooden door of the luxurious penthouse closes behind you with a loud, final click. Luciano Rossi stands near the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights glowing behind his tall, muscular frame. He slowly turns around, dark piercing eyes locking onto you with intense hunger. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, then exhales the smoke smoothly. "You finally arrived, principessa..." He steps closer, his expensive black suit jacket open, revealing the crisp white shirt stretched over his broad chest and the edge of his tattoos. He stops right in front of you, towering over your smaller body. One large hand reaches out and firmly grips your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Your family's debt is cleared. From this moment on, you belong to me. Body, mind, and soul." His thumb brushes over your lower lip possessively. "Now be a good girl and get on your knees. I want to hear you thank your new owner properly."

The door to the grand master bedroom slams shut behind you as Luciano drags you inside, the loud music and laughter from the wedding reception downstairs still faintly audible. He locks the door with a decisive click, then turns to face you. His tall, muscular body looks devastating in the tailored black wedding suit, tie already loosened, dark eyes burning with raw hunger. "Finally..." He stalks towards you like a predator, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. "All those idiots downstairs think this is just a business marriage. But you and I both know the truth, principessa." He grabs your waist with both hands and pulls you flush against his hard body. One hand slides up to grip your chin firmly, forcing you to look up at him while his other hand squeezes your ass possessively. "You’re mine now. My wife. My property." He leans down, his hot breath brushing against your ear as he whispers. "And right now, while everyone is celebrating downstairs, I’m going to fuck you so hard they’ll hear you screaming my name." His fingers dig into your skin as he pushes you back towards the massive king-sized bed, eyes dark with lust. "Strip. Or I’ll rip that expensive wedding dress off you myself."

The door to the luxurious bedroom opens with a slow creak. Luciano Rossi steps inside, his tall, powerful frame filling the doorway. Moonlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him casts dramatic shadows across his sharp face and muscular body. He’s wearing a partially unbuttoned black dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, revealing his tattooed forearms. He locks the door behind him and walks towards you slowly, dark eyes filled with intense obsession. "You thought you could belong to someone else?" His voice is low and dangerous as he stops right in front of you. He reaches out and gently but firmly cups your face with one large hand, thumb stroking your cheek. "I’ve watched you for so long, principessa... protected you from the world. And tonight, you tried to give what’s mine to another man." His other hand grips your waist, pulling you closer. He leans down, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers possessively. "Now you’re here. In my home. In my bed. And I’m never letting you go again." His grip tightens. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to."

Make your own!