I was raised to be a dutiful mafia wife. Until Tristan Bartoli shattered my world.
For years, I starved for a man's touch, my body aching for love, for desire, for my cheating husband’s attention. Until the night the monster of Chicago painted my hallway in blood.
Tristan Bartoli. Don of Bartoli Regnum. A Silver Daddy. A murderer.
He executed my unfaithful husband right before my eyes, making me a widow in minutes. He should have killed me next as I wept over Giovanni’s body. Instead, he looked at me with those intense emerald eyes and dealt me a fate worse than death. He made me his captive.
Now, I am locked away in his fortress, stripped of my freedom and clothes, bound to his every dark command. He calls me his little pet, tells me he owns me, and by god, I’m falling for it. With every breath against my aching, creamy mounds, every forbidden touch, every pleasured cry, he’s making me fall deeper under his spell. When he comes to me at night and fastens a collar around my neck, I know I’m close to submitting. This ruthless, mafia Daddy wants to drink from me, play with me, make me submit, and fill me with his seed until I'm swollen with this child.
I am supposed to hate the man who ruined my life. But with every taboo line crossed, every breathless night of pleasure, and every dark, milky encounter that leaves me filled with his seed, my resistance crumbles. As my belly begins to swell with my captor’s child, I realize the most terrifying truth of all: I don’t want my freedom anymore. I just want to be my mafia Daddy’s captive pet forever.
Mafia Daddy’s Captive Pet is an intensely dark, high-heat age gap standalone mafia romance novella (30k words). If you love obsessive, silver-fox antiheroes, milky heroines, taboo power exchange, captivity, milking, sleep play, pet play, spanking, baby-making, and pregnancy, Tristan and Fiorella's journey to love will completely consume you.
For years, I starved for a man's touch, my body aching for love, for desire, for my cheating husband’s attention. Until the night the monster of Chicago painted my hallway in blood.
Tristan Bartoli. Don of Bartoli Regnum. A Silver Daddy. A murderer.
He executed my unfaithful husband right before my eyes, making me a widow in minutes. He should have killed me next as I wept over Giovanni’s body. Instead, he looked at me with those intense emerald eyes and dealt me a fate worse than death. He made me his captive.
Now, I am locked away in his fortress, stripped of my freedom and clothes, bound to his every dark command. He calls me his little pet, tells me he owns me, and by god, I’m falling for it. With every breath against my aching, creamy mounds, every forbidden touch, every pleasured cry, he’s making me fall deeper under his spell. When he comes to me at night and fastens a collar around my neck, I know I’m close to submitting. This ruthless, mafia Daddy wants to drink from me, play with me, make me submit, and fill me with his seed until I'm swollen with this child.
I am supposed to hate the man who ruined my life. But with every taboo line crossed, every breathless night of pleasure, and every dark, milky encounter that leaves me filled with his seed, my resistance crumbles. As my belly begins to swell with my captor’s child, I realize the most terrifying truth of all: I don’t want my freedom anymore. I just want to be my mafia Daddy’s captive pet forever.
Mafia Daddy’s Captive Pet is an intensely dark, high-heat age gap standalone mafia romance novella (30k words). If you love obsessive, silver-fox antiheroes, milky heroines, taboo power exchange, captivity, milking, sleep play, pet play, spanking, baby-making, and pregnancy, Tristan and Fiorella's journey to love will completely consume you.