I should be horrified by Silvo’s violence, by the savagery in his eyes as he kicks the man in the ribs. But instead, relief washes over me, so strong it makes my knees weak.
Silvo saved me. He protected me when I needed him most. The violence that should repel me only makes me feel safer, more protected.
My beast of a husband turns to me, his chest heaving and his knuckles bloody. His eyes rake over my body, checking for injuries. “Are you alright?” he asks, his voice rough with emotion.
I nod, my throat too tight to speak. Silvo pulls me into his arms, crushing me against his solid chest. I cling to him, breathing in his familiar scent of sandalwood and musk.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my hair. “You’re safe now.”
Safe. In Silvo’s arms, I finally feel safe. The adrenaline fades, leaving me shaky and exhausted. But there’s something elsetoo—a hunger that burns through my veins, intensified by the danger and his fierce protection.
I tilt my head back, meeting Silvo’s intense gaze. The heat in his eyes matches my own, and I know he feels it too. This undeniable pull between us, this primal need.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I should have answered your calls. I should have?—”
“We’ll talk about it later,” he says, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Right now, I need to get you home.”
But there’s no real anger in his voice anymore—just relief and that possessive heat that makes my core clench.
“I want to go home,” I admit. “With you.”
Something shifts in his expression—satisfaction mixed with tenderness. “Then let’s go home, wife.”
He keeps me tucked against his side as we make our way back through the club, and I realize I’m not fighting his protectiveness anymore. I’m leaning into it, accepting it, wanting it.
Maybe that’s what was missing all night—him.
Silvo’s gaze darkens, his eyes practically burning. I shiver, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension as his lips brush my ear, his breath warm against my skin.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, baby.” His voice is rough, sending shivers down my spine. “Not answering your phone, making me worry.”
My heart hammers in my chest as he threads his fingers through mine, his touch possessive. “I should teach you a lesson,” he whispers. “Bend you over my knee and spank that beautiful ass of yours until it’s nice and red.”
I swallow hard, my breath coming in short gasps. The boldness of his words sends a rush of heat between my thighs. “Silvo?—”
But he cuts me off, his lips claiming mine in a fierce kiss. I melt into him, my hands tangling in his hair as the kiss deepens. His tongue teases mine, tasting of mint and promise.
His hands roam over my body, igniting trails of fire everywhere they touch. “I’m going to take you home,” he growls against my mouth. “And I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember anyone else’s touch but mine.”
A moan escapes my throat at his graphic words. The pulsing beat of the club seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us in our own world.
Silvo’s hands slide down to cup my ass, pulling me tightly against his thick cock. “I’m going to start by ripping that pretty dress off you and tossing you over the bed.” His thumbs stroke the sensitive skin just below the hem of my dress, making me squirm. “Then I’m going to spank you until your ass is burning and you’re begging me to stop.”
I whimper, my face flaming hot as my body betrays me, yearning for his touch. “Silvo, please...”
“Please, what, Carmela?” He nips at my ear, his hands continuing their torturous path. “Are you going to beg me to fuck you? To make you forget all about that piece of trash who touched you tonight?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my face pressed against his neck. “Please, Silvo. Make me forget everything but you.”
“As you wish, baby.” He crushes his lips to mine in one last dizzying kiss before leading me out of the club and to his car.
I slide into the passenger seat of Silvo’s car, my heart still pounding from our heated encounter in the club. Sophia is sitting in the back, chatting animatedly with Silvo’s brother Fed. But as soon as Silvo climbs into the driver’s side, Fed’s eyes zero in on his bloody knuckles.
“Whoa, what happened to you?” Fed asks, his brow furrowing with concern. “You get in a fight or something?”
Silvo flexes his hand, wincing slightly. “Some asshole was getting handsy with Carmela. I had to teach him a lesson.”
Fed’s eyes widen, and he looks over at me, as if checking for himself that I’m okay. I give him a small nod, trying to reassure him that I’m fine. Physically, at least. Emotionally, I’m still processing everything.
