He never asks permission. I signed it away on purpose — and it's the best deal I ever made.
Two years ago I was Vivian Ashford, and Luca Ferrara was the crime boss I fought for every block of this city. The war ended at a lawyer's table: my empire folded into his, a ring on my finger, and one clause I wrote into the contract myself.
Free use. Anywhere. Any time. No warning. For life.
Now I wake up every morning with his cock already inside me. He bends me over his desk mid-briefing and I recite the quarterly numbers while he fucks me — and I don't drop a single decimal. He takes me over the hood of his car in front of forty men on my own construction site. Under his desk with a rival on speakerphone. Against the penthouse glass, thirty floors above the city we bled for. He never pulls out. He fills me and sends me into my day dripping with him, and I run half his empire that way.
The city thinks he broke me. His underboss is so sure the contract made me a hostage that he comes offering a rescue — and asks the poor Ashford heir to help him take my husband apart.
He should have read the clause. I'm not the leash they think they can pull.
I'm the trap. And at our anniversary banquet, on the table, in front of the family, everyone who ever pitied me is going to watch exactly what my husband's whore is worth.
A filthy, scorching standalone dark mafia romance: lifetime free-use marriage contract, an obsessed possessive husband who takes his wife anytime and anywhere he pleases, a wife who thrives on every second of it, breeding and creampies throughout, public claiming, and a pregnancy HEA. No cheating, no separation, no cliffhanger. 18+ only.
Free use · dark mafia · marriage contract · breeding kink · possessive alpha husband · public use · enemies-to-lovers backstory · guaranteed HEA
