I feel like Silvio and I were in a play, each of us acting out our roles. He’s the billionaire groom, reserved but exceedingly domineering, and I was the beaming bride, bubbly and excited. “Are you going to punish me?” I asked as we exit the car in front of his multi-billion mansion. My voice was a little too thin, but all the liquid courage has worn on the ride here, leaving my heart hammering faster the closer we get to home.He spared me in the Church—if Dante coming looking for him counted as one. I was a shaking mess by the time Silvio ushered me to the car. I could still see the raging bulge between his legs, it seemed painful. “Do you want me to?” Silvio looked at me, his gaze veiled as we approached the mansion.His tone contained no hint of mockery, but I sensed it anyway. If today demonstrated anything, it was that he still has all the power—and makes all the rules.Blushing, I open my mouth to reply, but at that moment, he bend and smoothly picked me up, ignoring my star
“Shhh.” His lips met mine once again, igniting a flame of desire within me. As his skilled fingers delicately explored my forbidden entryway, a surge of panic coursed through me, causing my muscles to clench. Yet, in the midst of my fear, his thumb sought out my throbbing pleasure center. The orgasm that had momentarily subsided now surged back, reaching its climax with an explosive force. Unable to contain myself, I let out helpless moans as his two fingers penetrated deeper.Once again, my body tightened, but resistance was futile. All I could manage was shaky breaths as he stretched my constricted passage, eliciting a stinging and burning sensation. The overwhelming fullness invaded every fiber of my being, but hidden beneath the discomfort was a promise of something more. My body convulsed in aftershocks of ecstasy, relentlessly pursuing that dark, unexplored pleasure.“Yes, that’s it, baby,” he breathed against my lips, and I shuddered as his thumb finds my clit again. I couldn’t
As the first rays of sunlight gently filter through the curtains, my eyes flutter open, only to be met with a wave of startling reality. A jolt of realization surged through my entire being. The abruptness of this revelation striked me like a lightning bolt, lacing my thoughts with a mix of confusion and awe. Was it a dream? A figment of my imagination? No, the weight of this newfound truth bearded heavily upon my consciousness, leaving no room for doubt or denial. I found myself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions, trying to piece together the fragmented memories that have now resurfaced in the recesses of my mind.I was married. Married to Silvio Salvatore.The man who killed hundreds, the one who ruined me with the flames of his desires. The man who breathe violence. My kidnapper.The love of my life.I glanced back to reflect on the recent turmoil of events, my mind immediately took me back to last night, trans
Throughout the breakfast Silvio and Dante conversed in Italian. I couldnʼt understand, but I could feel the tension behind their words. Where Dante eyes me with worrisome now and then, my husbands seemed more occupied with running his fingers on my thigh. The action was unconscious yet it felt like he was soothing me. “gestisci la situazione, informami se va male.” As Silvio spoke these words, I noticed a subtle change in Dante's demeanor. His body stiffened, and then he nodded in agreement. This small reaction caught my attention and caused a sense of unease to settle within me—as if a puzzle piece had been purposefully hidden from view. It almost felt as though they were conversing in some secret code, a different language designed to keep me in the dark. A new thought slithered its way into my mind, like a sneaky serpent ready to strike. Now that Silvio and I were married, would he continue to keep things from me? We had made vows to each other, promising to share our lives, our
“Where are we?” I asked confused as Silvio helped me out. My bare arms shivered under the touch of a frosty breeze, foretelling the impending arrival of winter.My husband draped his arm around my waist protectively. “It’s just a little surprise for you.” I eyed him warily, unsure how to take his ‘surprise’. His surprises always scare me. Like the sequinned dress he got for me. And I ended up coming on his fingers in public. Or the time he ‘surprised’ me by kidnapping me. I swallowed nervously. “What is it, Silvio? At least give me a hint.” Curious I clung onto his arm giving him doe eyes. It worked. Almost instantly. Silvio’s eyes raked over my face darkening and then to my pouty lips inviting him to do sinful and unforgiving things before he let out a low throaty groan. “Don’t tease me, Cara, I might end up taking you against the nearest surface if you keep provoking me.” I flushed as he ushered us to the building in front. As soon as we entered, a small middle-aged woman greeted
The following two days passed quickly for I was occupied with work. Despite my objection, Silvio decided to engage the services of a famous interior designer in Italy to make alterations to the clinic's design. The receptionist's desk was substituted with integrated aquarium glass, creating a charming touch of a small sea amidst the grey and white walls. PVC panels were suspended from the ceiling, extending to the floor, and illuminated by built-in sparkling lights, giving the impression of a hotel rather than a clinic.With patients as my priority, I made several enhancements to the waiting area by adding more comfortable seating for those waiting, as well as improving accessibility. Margaret was determined to recruit young, ambitious nurses and doctors to join the staff.At the end of the third day, Margaret and I conducted interviews with several candidates. Among them were Julie and Sofia—identical twin sisters with matching brown hair and captivating blue eyes, who successfully im
The dinner went smoothly—and intensely. Our gaze locked now and then, a wave of lust passing through. We both needed each other. And when the delicious pasta and grilled veggies filled my belly, I couldn’t help but ask him for a dance. He did not refuse yet he was the one who swept me off my feet and we stood near the table swaying to a soft violin playing in the distance. While moving to the rhythm of the music, I glanced upward and once again noticed how much smaller I was compared to him. The force of his muscular body against mine was striking. Despite wearing two-inch heels, I still barely reached his chin, and his broad palm covered most of my lower back. His hips aligned with my midsection, and I could feel his arousal pressed against my stomach. Sensing his proximity and evident attraction, my nipples became erect in response. Silvio was being far more patient with me nowadays. Not that I minded. Gazing up at him, anticipation coated my parched lips, causing my heart to race
Our lips collided, a wildfire igniting between us—consuming me as a whole. His impatient hands moved towards my hips, claiming me as his own. Effortlessly lifting me off the ground I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist. His muscles bulged against mine, yet the bulging erection between his legs aroused me more. Letting out a shaky breathless gasp, I entwined my fingers in his tousled locks, giving in to his fervent kiss that conveyed a mixture of solace and insatiable hunger, I loved him. I loved him even though the word shouldn’t be used as often, I could scream it on top of my lungs every day. I moaned into his mouth. I was not drunk, yet. But his kisses were intoxicating. His touch was thrilling. I could never get enough of him, not even if God gave me thousands of lives. Silvio Salvatore was both my damnation and salvation. And I embraced that wholeheartedly. The rhythmic throb of my heart echoed fiercely within my chest, while my pulse danced and trembled with a playful
I guess it hit me harder than I expected because I've been super busy all week. Silvio suggested I take a vacation, but I didn't listen because I'm stubborn. Between looking after Sandro, who's growing up fast, and my job at the clinic, I've been getting tired too quickly.And on top of that, this week was our marriage anniversary. Silvio warned me if I neglected my health one more time, he’d tie me up and lock me in our bedroom. My husband was over-protective ever since I gave birth to Sandro. My pregnancy was tough, in the sixth month, I started feeling nauseous and I was diagnosed with jaundice. My partial depression was the sole reason, I skipped meals, started remaining distant, and barely would talk. I didn’t know how but I was slowly rolling into the pit, not knowing how to deal with all that happened.But Silvio helped me get through all that. He was by my side, in my tough times, when I was riding the low tides. My husband wrapped me in his own darkness and everything else f
Nothing seemed right. The more I tried, the messier it became. Ever since the day Deliah had a panic attack, Silvio and her had been avoiding each other. As much as I wanted, all of this kept getting worse.Not to mention there was no one I could talk to either. Olivia and Dad flew back to the States yesterday. Dante and Micah seemed busier than ever. The security in the mansion was tighter and more cameras were installed. Today I had an appointment with Doctor Rachel. My baby was doing well, he was healthy and that relieved me. These past few days had been so painful and turning I was even scared to close my eyes.Alessandro’s dead eyes still haunted me, but I was learning to cope with all that. Silvio arranged therapy for me despite my refusal, he said my mental health would affect our child and I couldn’t argue.Even with lows, we had highs too. We were closer than ever. He was extra careful with me. We haven’t had sex ever since the plane and that was fine with me. He was giving m
Blood rushed through my veins violently and the need to destroy something- anything intensified. I knew her tactics; she was too transparent to even hide her thoughts. The moment my eyes met hers, I knew what she wanted.The adrenaline that rushed through my body a moment earlier was now slowly subduing, replacing with more volatile things. Emotions. So raw and gut-wrenching that I felt it hitting my heart with force that consumed me gradually.I averted my gaze off her face, focusing on anything or better, I should just leave. Before I destroy us, the things we had some time ago, many years back, many years ago before she let go of me.The room felt oppressively still, mingling with the tension.My back was turned to her, but I could sense her presence, the weight of her gaze bearing down on me. Every muscle in my body was taut, ready for flight or fight, yet her voice had a way of holding me in place.I could feel the emotions rising in my throat, tearing me apart."Your wife is a k
The scream that woke me up was like something out of a horror movie, I swear. It was full-on bloodcurdling, dripping with desperation and terror. It bounced off the walls, echoing through the whole darn house and sending a shockwave of adrenaline coursing through my veins.I shot up in bed, heart pounding like crazy in my chest. The darkness seemed thicker than ever, pressing in on me as I strained to figure out where the scream was coming from.My mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to make sense of it all. But one thing was for sure, whatever was going on, it wasn't good.I was on my feet and out of bed before I even had time to fully wake up. The scream had died down, but my heart was still racing like crazy. Fumbling in the darkness, I reached for the lamp and flicked it on, the sudden brightness momentarily blinding me.My eyes darted around the room, panic rising in my chest as I realized that Silvio wasn't there. The bed was empty, and that fuelled my fear tenfold. Where wa
The aroma of roasted chicken lingered in the air, but it seemed like even the savoury scent couldn't quite dismiss the tension hanging over the dining room. My husband sat across from me, his usual warmth replaced by a distant look in his eyes as he toyed with his fork, avoiding his mother's gaze.I could sense his inner conflict, the desire to bridge the gap with his mother battling against some unseen force keeping him at arm's length. It tugged at my heartstrings, seeing him like this.To break the awkward silence, I cleared my throat and spoke up, hoping to steer the conversation toward safer shores. "So, what names have you guys been tossing around?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.Relief washed over me as Olivia clapped her hands with enthusiasm. Her sudden burst of excitement seemed to jolt everyone, and I heard Papa chuckling. “Papa and I came up with some names. Do you want to hear?”"Absolutely!" I replied with a grin. “I'd love to." My eyes met Silvio’s for a brief mom
It was dark when we landed. I lead a sleepy Sadie off the plane, and we get in the car to drive home. Micah was her to pick us up. Home. It was strange thinking of this place as home again. It was my home when I was a child, and I hated it. I hated everything about it, from the humid heat to the walls that had us trapped. Where my father was buried and my brother- Sandro. Yet when I got older, I found myself drawn to places just like this—trapped, something that gave me power and control.It took Sadie’s presence here to make me realize I didn’t hate the mansion after all. This place was never the object of my hatred—it was always the person it belonged to.My father.My childhood was what people would trade their souls for, my father was the son of Italy’s most influential man- Lucius Salvatore. My grandfather was a nice man, wealthy and kind. He lost my grandmother when my father was born. And Antonio Salvatore became the reason why Lucius drifted into darkness. For him, my father
He let out a low groan as our lips met. Our tongues intertwined, burning a fire between us. His strong arm pulled me closer, drawing me into his hold, and I could sense the tension building in his powerful body.His breath quickened against my lips, matching the rapid beat of my own heart. And the kiss deepened, becoming almost primal as if he couldn't get enough of me. Each movement sent a shiver down my spine, my body responding eagerly to his touch.With every touch, every kiss, the desire just grew stronger, the hunger consuming us both. Nothing else mattered except the electric connection we shared, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body."Hands on the table. Now." His voice carried a low, almost predatory edge, causing a shiver to run down my spine as he abruptly broke away from our kiss and rose to his feet. With a firm grip, he pulled me up from my seat, leaving me momentarily speechless.Before I could utter a word, his fingers closed around my wrist, harshly turn
The jet took off, and Dante checked the security once again. Silvio's mother was in the cabin in front, I offered to sit with her, but she refused. I had barely talked to her, but she seemed like a nice woman. For the next hour, I sat in silence, nibbling on my fruits and sipping my coffee. Silvio seemed engrossed in his emails, so I chose not to disturb him. Instead, I tried to lose myself in the scenery unfolding outside the window as we soared over the London countryside. But no matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind kept drifting, my thoughts wandering off with every blink.Sitting there felt surreal, almost out of place. It was as if we were in a bubble, untouched by the horrors we had just endured. It was hard to believe that mere moments ago, we had faced terror and torture, yet here we were, seemingly unscathed, flying above the peaceful landscape below. As if I hadn't ended a man's life in cold blood, the memory of his death haunting me with every passing moment. As if I
My hands shook. The more I tried to keep myself calm, the worse it was getting. I didn’t know how or when, but when I woke up, I found myself being held by two nurses as they injected me with Diazepam. There were blurry images in my head, so horrifying and disturbing I didn’t know if it was reality or just my imagination.“Do you want me to call your husband?” I shook my head. That would only make things worse. He would ask me questions and again, I wouldn’t be able to answer. How would I when I was clueless myself? I thought with time these nightmares would fade, but it was getting worse. This time I saw the mangled body of our unborn child, his eyes gauged out and blood spilling everywhere.The terror seeping through me was unwavering, I… I felt so scared.The fright crept through my veins like icy tendrils, freezing every ounce of courage within me. My heart raced, a frantic drumbeat echoing in my chest, while my breaths came in shallow gasps, barely enough to sustain me. The darkn