Baby girl.
The man whispering those words in my ear isn't just a powerful mob boss. He's the brute who stripped me bare, whipped me with his belt, and claimed my virgin body roughly and shamefully in front of his men as I screamed and begged and came for him until I collapsed in his arms.
I should hate it when he calls me that.
But all I do is blush as I wait for him to make me his all over again.
Because I'm his to hold.
Forever.