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Sadistic Mates: A Dark paranormal reverse harem Novel Cover

Sadistic Mates: A Dark paranormal reverse harem

🔥 COVER PROMPT — Wife: A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance Prompt: A dark mafia romance book cover illustration. A powerful mafia king sits confidently on a leather chair like a throne, wearing a tailored black suit, skull ring, and gold watch, his expression cold and dominant. Beside him stands his arranged wife — elegant, defiant, and dangerous — wearing a luxurious black or ivory gown, her posture tense, a wedding ring visible on her finger. The atmosphere is dark, cinematic, and sensual, with candlelight, shadows, and a sense of ownership and control. Subtle blood splatter on the floor or table, a signed marriage contract and pistol nearby. Background: an opulent mafia office or dimly lit mansion. Color palette of black, gold, and deep crimson. Ultra-realistic, high detail, dramatic lighting, romance and danger intertwined, vertical book cover composition, space at top and bottom for title text.
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Chapter 2

Tobias is the first to step out of the elevator. He is sporting his black suit today, accompanied by a white shirt and silver tie. His head is bowed, staring at his phone. He grabs his coffee off the tray without even glancing up at me and walks directly into his office.

Theo, on the other hand, has a gray suit on, and the top three buttons on his white shirt are undone, exposing part of his chest. I have yet to see him ever as polished as Tobias, or in a tie, for that matter. Theo stops, grabs his mug, and takes a sip. "Good morning, Imogen," he says with a wink before walking into his office across from Tobias.

Tobias shuts his door, pulling me from my stupor, and I can't help the blush that creeps across my face, making my entire body heat up. I quickly place the tray back in the kitchen and grab the tablet off my desk. Hesitantly, I stand at the door to Tobias's office, giving myself a mental pep talk while hoping he is in a good mood today and doesn't have anything heavy close by to throw at me.

Just before I knock, his voice sings out. "Are you going to enter or stand out there all day?" His husky, deep voice makes me jump, and I quickly open the door enough to slip inside.

Tobias sits at his desk, fingers typing away at his laptop. He still hasn't looked up. I stand there, moving from foot to foot awkwardly. Mr. Kane, I've always found him very intimidating. He's always so formal, so serious.

When I don't speak, he looks up, eyes pinning me where I stand, and I swallow nervously. My hands tremble slightly at his intense gaze. He tilts his head to the side, waiting for me to speak and snapping me to my senses. Clutching the tablet in my hands like a shield, I step closer while checking his schedule.

"You have a meeting at 12 with Mr. Jacobs. I have also forwarded the proposals, ready for your meeting, and I'm sending through now the emails received in reply to the conference meeting you held last Thursday." I'm proud that my voice is still professional and clear, even if my fingers tremble.

"Is that all?" He raises a brow, waiting for more.

"No sir, I need you to sign off on the charity fundraiser for the hospital," I reply, looking for the said paperwork. Have I left it behind? Shit!

"So, where is the document?"

Imogen, you fool, the one piece of paperwork required, and I left it on my desk. I internally facepalm myself.

Cringing at my stupidity, I hold my finger up. Tobias rolls his eyes at me, clearly frustrated by my mistake, with his hand open, waiting for the document. "Ah, one minute, sir."

He sighs, annoyed at me, no doubt. I duck out, retrieve the document, and race back, my heels clicking loudly as I try not to slip on the tiled floor. Skidding to a stop in front of his desk, I wobble on my feet and quickly slide it onto the desk in front of him. He signs it without glancing at it, then passes it back to me.

His attention is once more fully on his laptop. I don't exist in his world, so I take a moment to study him. Stolen moments when I can observe my bosses are rare, and I always take advantage of them.

Gawking like some creep, I can't help but notice that he looks tired. Dark circles hang under his usually vibrant blue eyes, and his skin is paler than his normal sunkissed tan. I stare off into space, forgetting what I'm supposed to be doing, too busy admiring my boss and having another one of those completely inappropriate daydreams. Mr. Kane clears his throat, dragging me from my thoughts. He raises his eyebrow at me, catching me checking him out. That doesn't usually happen. Did I make some sort of noise?

"Oh, sorry, sir." I stumble over the words and duck my head to hide my red cheeks. He shakes his head at me, but I hear a small chuckle as I run from the room and close the door. Both men always make me flustered.

I've always felt cloudy in their presence; I have even forgotten to breathe. The last time it happened, I passed out. To be fair, I hadn't eaten, so my brain was already mush. I awoke to Theo's concerned face leaning over me, all while Tobias just stared at me like I was mentally challenged.

Seriously, who forgets to breathe? It is meant to be a primary bodily function. Instinct! And I couldn't even get that right.

That was the day I figured out why no one wanted this job. It is tough to focus on work around them, on the verge of impossible. They could become a distraction without meaning to.

I've since discovered that Mr. Kane can be quite horrible. I don't think he realizes the nasty things he says when angry.

Luckily for him, I have tough skin and desperately need this job. I also ensure I have my tablet in my hand whenever I go into his office in case he throws something.

Once, I watched him hit the tech guy with a drink bottle when he was in a rage. Seriously, the man has anger issues and needs therapy or something. Everyone walks on eggshells around him, well, except for Theo. The tech guy hasn't been back since, not that I can blame him.

Sitting at my desk, I chuckle at the memory before returning to my computer. My job is surprisingly easy, plus it pays well. Not much physical activity is required unless you count answering phones and carrying files. The only demanding thing is the hours. I'm literally on call 24/7. Not just as their secretary but also as a personal assistant, not that they get me to do much unless it is work-related. The hours can sometimes be ghastly, like working until the early morning hours before big deadlines. But at least on those days, I don't have to worry about the cold.

Hitting the print button, I walk into the printer room that sits off the side of the kitchenette. I'm waiting for my printed document when the printer makes a beep, and an error code pops up. The paper tray is empty. Bending down, I open up the door on the printer and remove the tray before going to the drawer to get some paper.

The cupboard is empty. Walking out, I head over to the storeroom. Opening the door, I flick on the light and peer around at the shelves. I sigh when I see where it has been placed. And yet, I'm not surprised; this is the second time some moron has decided to stack it on the top shelf in one giant pile.

Pulling the step ladder out from behind the door, I sit on it, take my heels off, and climb up. I have to stand on my tippy toes to reach the box. I grip it with the tips of my fingers and pull it toward the edge, sending the stack of papers wobbling.

"Need a hand?" Theo asks from directly behind me. I gasp and jump in fright; I teeter as I lose my balance. Quickly gripping the shelf with my fingertips, I right myself and regain my footing. My heart hammers in my chest over the close call. Once my heart rate calms down, I become quickly aware of the hand grasping my ass.

Slowly, I look down at my boss; Theo's hand is holding me steady by grabbing me by the ass. His large hand is firmly pressed on my butt through my pants; I can feel his palm, his thumb nestled between my legs, pressing where my core is. Thank god I have pants on today and not a skirt.

"Um, boss," I say, peering down at his hand. He finally notices where he has grabbed me. A slight smirk creeps its way onto his face. The feel of his large hand on me makes my skin burn and my insides melt. An unfamiliar feeling washes over me. What's wrong? I have to fight the urge to shut my thighs to stop the sudden ache between my legs.

Instead of letting go like a normal person, he runs his hand over the curve of my ass and down the inside of my thigh, pausing to grasp at my ankle. Only then does he pull it away from me. My skin flushes with embarrassment at my crush on my gay boss. Theo pauses and tilts his head up to look at me; a sly smile spreads across his face at my embarrassment.

He then reaches over and grabs the stupid box I was painstakingly trying to retrieve, shoving the rest of the paper to the side as he retrieves the stupid thing as if it were easy.

I quickly step down the ladder, put my heels back on, and grab the box from him while I avoid looking at his face.

"Were you looking for something?" I ask as I walk from the storeroom back to the printer. He follows me with that same little smirk plastered on his lips.

"Yeah, I tried to print something when I realized the printer was out of paper," Theo replies, leaning on the counter next to the printer.

I quickly load the paper onto the tray before inserting it into the printer. Clearing the error, I hit print. The machine prints out the documents, and I grab mine to get them out of his way. Stapling the papers together, I place them on the counter.

When no more come out, I turn to Theo. "Are you sure you hit print?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Theo seems to think before speaking. "I think so."

I roll my eyes at him and walk into his office. He follows behind me and stands in the doorway to his office, leaning against the door frame, watching me with those piercing eyes.

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