Chapter 14 Carmela
CARMELA
Silvo guides me out of the smoky room, the effects of the wine making my head swim. He steadies me with a firm hand on my elbow, and I find myself leaning into his touch. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but I’m starting to see him in a different light.
“You know, you weren’t half bad in there,” I say, gesturing vaguely behind us. “I mean, for a mafia man.”
Silvo chuckles, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “And you, my dear wife, were absolutely brilliant. I don’t think Hernandez knew what hit him.”
I can’t help but grin at the compliment, feeling a flush of pride. “Well, what can I say? I’m full of surprises.”
As we walk, I stumble again, and Silvo tightens his grip on my arm. “Easy there, tiger. I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink.”
I wave him off, giggling. “Nonsense! I’m perfectly fine. I could drink you under the table any day.”
Silvo raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Is that a challenge, Mrs. De Luca?”
The sound of my new last name sends a shiver down my spine, and I find myself leaning closer to him. “Maybe it is, Mr. De Luca. What are you going to do about it?”
There’s a charged moment between us, the air thick with tension. Silvo’s gaze drops to my lips, and I feel my breath catch in my throat.
“I think,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, “that it’s time I take my wife home.”
My heart races at the implication. “Lead the way, husband.”
As we make our way to the car, I can’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, this arranged marriage might not be so bad after all. Or maybe that’s just the wine talking.
Silvo opens the door to the sleek black car waiting at the curb, and I slide into the plush leather seat, sighing as the cool interior envelops me.
He slips in beside me, thigh brushing against mine. I find myself hyper-aware of his proximity, the heat of his body seeping into my skin.
“You know,” I muse, “you’re not so bad, Silvo De Luca. I mean, for a husband I didn’t choose.”
Silvo chuckles. “And you, Carmela, are not so bad for a wife I didn’t choose.”
I giggle, the sound foreign to my own ears. “Look at us, bonding over our shared misery. How romantic.”
Silvo’s hand finds mine, his fingers lacing through my own. “Perhaps it’s not all misery, hmm? We could make the best of it.”
I turn to look at him, my vision slightly blurred. “And how do you propose we do that?”
His eyes darken, and he leans in closer. “I have a few ideas.”
My breath hitches, and I find myself leaning in too, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. “Oh?”
Silvo’s free hand comes up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “For starters, I could kiss you.”
My heart pounds in my chest, and I nod slowly. “I think I’d like that.”
He closes the distance between us, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. I melt into him, my free hand coming up to tangle in his hair.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing heavily. Silvo rests his forehead against mine, his eyes closed.
“Carmela,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.
“Silvo,” I whisper back, my own voice sounding foreign to my ears.
As Silvo’s lips claim mine again, I feel a fire ignite deep within me. His kisses are demanding, possessive, just like they were that first night at the club. And god help me, I love it.
His hands roam my body, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against him. I gasp into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He growls in response, the sound sending shivers down my spine.
“Carmela,” he rasps, his voice rough with need. “I want you. Now.”
I nod frantically, beyond words. He captures my mouth again, his tongue delving deep, claiming me. I moan, melting into him, surrendering to the delicious sensations he’s evoking in me.
Silvo’s hands slide under my dress, his fingers skimming up my thighs. I tremble at his touch, my body aching for more. He reaches the lace of my panties and hooks his fingers into the waistband.
With a quick tug, he rips them away, tossing the scraps of fabric aside. I gasp at the sudden cool air on my heated flesh, but it’s quickly replaced by the warmth of Silvo’s hand as he cups me intimately.
“So wet for me already,” he growls, his fingers sliding through my slick folds. “You want this as much as I do, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimper, my hips bucking into his touch. “Please, Silvo...”
He chuckles darkly, his fingers circling my clit. “Please what, Carmela? Tell me what you want.”
I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, my mind clouded with desire. “I want you,” I manage to gasp out. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Silvo groans, his control snapping. He yanks me onto his lap, his hard length pressing against my core. I grind down on him, desperate for friction.
“Fuck, baby,” he hisses, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I grin, loving the power I have over him in this moment. “But what a way to go, right?”
He laughs, the sound dark and seductive. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Then burn me,” I challenge, my eyes locking with his. “Make me yours.”
Silvo’s eyes flash with hunger, and he crushes his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss. I know in that moment that I’m lost, completely and utterly under his spell.
I gasp as Silvo frees himself from the confines of his pants, his hard length springing free. My pussy throbs with need at the sight of him, and I can’t wait a moment longer.
Throwing caution to the wind, I hike up my dress and straddle his lap, positioning myself over his rigid shaft. Silvo’s hands grip my hips, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes up at me.
“Carmela,” he groans, his voice strained. “Ride my cock,” he demands.
In answer, I sink down onto him, taking him deep inside. We both moan at the sensation, lost in pleasure.
I start to move, rolling my hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. Silvo’s fingers dig into my skin as he guides my movements, urging me to take him deeper, harder.
The world falls away as we lose ourselves in each other, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The car fills with the sounds of our passion—breathy moans, needy whimpers, the slick slide of skin on skin.
Silvo’s hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit. I cry out, my head falling back as he strokes me in time with our movements.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasps, his eyes burning into mine. “Let go for me. Come on my cock.”
His words are my undoing. I shatter in his arms, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. Silvo follows me over the edge, his own release pulsing deep inside me as he groans my name.
I collapse against his chest, my body spent and sated. Silvo’s arms wrap around me, holding me close as we both struggle to catch our breath.
In that moment, the reality hits me. I just had sex with my husband in the back of a car. But somehow, it doesn’t feel reckless or wrong—it feels inevitable. Like this is exactly where we were always meant to end up.
Silvo presses a tender kiss to my temple, murmuring words of praise and affection. I can’t bring myself to regret it.
As I slowly extract myself from Silvo’s embrace, I can’t help the satisfied grin that spreads across my face. He watches me with hooded eyes, looking utterly debauched and thoroughly satisfied.
I straighten my dress, suddenly self-conscious under his intense gaze. “What?” I demand, arching a brow.
Silvo shakes his head slowly, a lazy smirk curving his lips. “Nothing, querida. Just admiring the view.”
I scoff, rolling my eyes. But I can’t deny the thrill that shoots through me at his words. “You’re ridiculous,” I mutter, even as my cheeks flush.
“Maybe,” he allows, his eyes dancing with mirth. “But you love it.”
I open my mouth to protest, but he silences me with a scorching kiss, leaving me breathless and dazed.
“Shall we go home, wife?” he purrs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.
I swallow hard, my body still thrumming with desire. “Whatever you say, husband.”
As the car glides through the city streets, I find myself pressed against Silvo’s side, my head pillowed on his broad shoulder. His arm is a solid and reassuring weight around me.
Despite the lingering ache between my thighs, I’ve never felt more content. Silvo presses a kiss to my temple, and I can’t help but snuggle closer, basking in his warmth.
In this moment, it’s easy to forget the circumstances that brought us together. The bitterness and resentment have melted away, replaced by a connection so raw and visceral that it steals my breath.
I know this fragile peace can’t last forever. The reality of our situation will inevitably come crashing back down around us. But for now, I allow myself to get lost in Silvo’s embrace, savoring the sweetness of our twisted passion.
As the city lights blur past the tinted windows, I tilt my head up and capture Silvo’s lips in a slow, languid kiss. He responds eagerly, his fingers tangling in my hair.
When we finally break apart, he rests his forehead against mine, his eyes burning with an intensity that sends my heart racing.
“You’re mine, mi alma,” he murmurs. “Mine, Carmela. No one else’s.”
I shiver at the possessive promise in his voice. But instead of fear, I feel only a bone-deep sense of rightness.
As Silvo presses a tender kiss to my temple, murmuring words of praise and affection, I can’t bring myself to regret it. Maybe this arranged marriage won’t be so bad after all.