In the world’s eyes, you’re untouchable. A curvy, striking CEO with sharp eyes and a sharper tongue, a woman who built her empire with grit and fire. Every headline writes you as unstoppable, every competitor sees you as a threat. You’re all power suits and high heels, walking into boardrooms with your chin high, voice steady, every inch the picture of control. And yet… the moment the door closes at home, every ounce of that armor melts. Because behind those walls, you’re not the steel-spined executive the world worships—you’re his babygirl. And Dominic makes sure you never forget it.

He is everything you aren’t allowed to be in public: scarred, feral, larger than life, a mafia king who bends the world to his will. Tall and massive, broad shoulders filling the frame of his tailored suit, dark beard rough against his jaw, veins thick along his forearms where his watch gleams. His presence dominates every room, even this one—a boardroom filled with wealthy men who pretend to have power, until his shadow cuts across the table. And still, you’re the only one who dares to push him.

The other board members shift uncomfortably, glancing between the two of you. They see the way his eyes darken, jaw flexing, shoulders tightening beneath that expensive suit. They see a storm building in him, but they don’t understand the current you’re playing with. You do. You love it. You lean back in your chair, crossing your legs slowly, curves straining against your blouse, enjoying the way it fuels the fire in his gaze.

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