Roped And Broken In By The Donna: A Steamy Mafia Femdom Bondage Romance

I run my family's books out of a back office where the ledgers and the rope share the same desk. Lachlan reaches for that ledger whenever I do, rope-scarred forearms and all, and lets his hand stay under mine longer than any of my men would dare.

His obedience is instant, and that is the problem. The grief behind his eyes makes me want to tie him down until nothing else shows. I need control of my family and my own edges, but a man who yields that fast pulls the power straight out of my hands.

The rope on that desk promises something no territory can. I could send him out of the room. Instead I say, "Review the route with me."