Chapter 36 Silvo
SILVO
The gala’s tension follows us into the night. The cool Philadelphia air hits our faces, a welcome relief after hours of calculated smiles and veiled threats.
“I need to clear my head,” I mutter, leading her away from the valet stand.
“Where are we going?”
“Just walk with me.”
We stroll in silence, the city lights casting long shadows.
My mind replays every interaction with the Morettis—Nico’s calculating gaze, Maximo’s confrontation with Isabella.
But mostly I think about how Carmela looked tonight, commanding the room in that crimson dress like she was born to stand by my side.
“You were magnificent in there,” I say, pulling her closer as we turn down a quieter street.
“So were you.” Her eyes gleam in the streetlight. “The way you stared down Nico without flinching—”
I push her against the brick wall of the deserted alleyway, my mouth crushing against hers. She gasps, then melts into me, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that all night,” I growl against her throat. “Watching you move through that room like you own it.”
“Silvo—someone could see—”
“Let them.” I hike her dress up, my fingers finding the lace of her thong. “You’re soaking wet for me already.”
Her head falls back against the brick. “Someone might walk by—”
“Then you better be quiet.” I slide her panties to the side, stroking her slick heat. “Or not. Let everyone hear what I do to my wife.”
Carmela moans as I drop to my knees, throwing her leg over my shoulder.
“Look at this pretty cunt,” I murmur, licking slowly through her center. “All dressed up for a gala, but dripping for me in an alley.”
“Silvo, please—”
“Please what?” I circle her clit with my thumb. “Please eat this pussy right here where anyone could see you coming on my face? Is that what my filthy wife wants?”
I plunge my tongue deep inside her, savoring her taste as she whimpers above me. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling hard enough to hurt. Good. I want that edge of pain.
“Silvo—fuck—this is insane,” she pants, even as she grinds harder against my face.
I grip her ass, holding her in place. “Then I’d better make you come fast, shouldn’t I?”
Her leg trembles against my shoulder as I suck her clit between my lips. I work two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her melt.
“That’s it,” I growl against her pussy. “Give it to me, Carmela.”
She comes with a strangled cry, her body shaking against the brick wall. Before she can catch her breath, I stand and spin her around, pressing her face against the rough surface.
“Hands on the wall.”
She obeys instantly, arching her back to present her ass to me. I yank my belt open, freeing my cock that’s been straining against my pants all fucking night.
I line myself up and thrust hard into her, burying myself to the hilt in one savage stroke.
“Fuck,” I growl against her ear. “Can’t get enough of you.”
She moans as I pound into her, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. I want to mark her. I want everyone to know she’s mine.
“Silvo—God—” she gasps, trying to muffle her cries against her arm.
“Already had you before the gala,” I growl, slamming deeper. “And I’ll have you again when we get home. Can’t stop thinking about filling you up.”
Her pussy clenches around me at my words, and I know she loves this—loves being claimed by me in public where anyone could catch us.
“Want to put a baby in you,” I confess, the words pouring out. “Want to see you growing round with my child.”
She whimpers, pushing back against me.
“You like that idea?” I bite her neck. “My wife carrying my baby? Everyone seeing what I did to you?”
“Yes,” she moans, trembling around me.
I reach around to rub her clit, determined to make her come again. “You’re going to look so fucking beautiful pregnant. Tits swollen, belly round. Everyone will know you’re mine.”
I feel Carmela’s walls tightening around me, her body trembling as she approaches the edge again. My fingers work her clit in tight, merciless circles as I continue driving into her against the brick wall.
“That’s it,” I growl against her ear, “Let go for me again.”
Her back arches sharply, pressing her ass harder against my hips. “Silvo—I can’t—it’s too much—”
“You can and you will,” I demand, thrusting deeper. “Give me another one. Now.”
She shatters around me, her pussy clenching rhythmically on my cock as she muffles her scream against her arm. Her legs shake so violently I have to wrap my free arm around her waist to keep her upright.
“Look at you,” I growl, my hips still pumping relentlessly. “Getting fucked in an alley where anyone could see. Coming all over my cock like the filthy girl you are.”
Her whimper at my words sends fire through my veins.
“You’re so fucking filthy,” I hiss against her neck, biting down on the tender skin. “So fucking perfect.”
My rhythm falters as the pressure builds at the base of my spine. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her exactly where I want her.
“Taking every inch of me,” I groan, burying myself deep one final time. “Taking every drop.”
I explode inside her, filling her with a load of my cum, grinding against her to push it as deep as possible. My vision blurs at the edges as pleasure wracks through my body.
I spin her around, still breathing hard, my hands cupping her flushed face. Her lips are swollen, eyes glazed with pleasure, hair falling wildly around her shoulders. Even disheveled against a brick wall, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I crush my mouth to hers. The kiss is different this time—not desperate or hungry, but something deeper. Something that still terrifies me even though I’ve already admitted it to her.
When I finally pull back, her emerald eyes lock with mine.
“Carmela,” I whisper, my thumbs stroking her cheekbones. “When you told me you loved me two nights ago... I didn’t know if I deserved it.”
She opens her mouth to protest, but I press my thumb gently against her lips.
“Let me finish.” I swallow hard. “Tonight, watching you navigate that room full of our enemies with such grace and strength... I realized something.”
Her breath catches, waiting.
“I don’t love you because you’re my wife or because our families needed this alliance.” I press my forehead against hers. “I love you because you’re the strongest, most fearless woman I’ve ever known. Because you challenge me. Because you make me want to be better than the man I was raised to be.”
Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears. “Silvo...”
“I love you, Carmela,” I say again, needing her to hear it, to feel it. “More every fucking day. And tonight, standing beside you in front of my family—I’ve never been more proud to call you mine.”
She rises on her tiptoes, brushing her lips against mine. “I love you too. More than I thought possible.” Her voice cracks. “You’re not just my husband anymore. You’re my home.”
Something in my chest cracks wide open at her words. “Say that again.”
“You’re my home,” she whispers. “The only place I feel safe. The only place I want to be.”
I pull her against me, holding her like she’s the only solid thing in my world. “This is what I was afraid of,” I admit into her hair. “That I’d fall so completely that losing you would destroy me.”
Her hand slides up to cup my cheek. “Then it’s a good thing you’re not losing me. Ever.”
I capture her mouth in a kiss that’s driven by the bone-deep certainty that this woman is mine and I am hers. Completely. Irrevocably.
When we break apart, I keep her face between my hands. “Whatever comes with Tartarov, with the Morettis, with this whole fucked-up situation—we face it together. You’re my partner, my equal.”
“Your heart,” she whispers.
“My fucking soul,” I confirm, the words flowing easily. “I’d burn this whole city down before I let anyone hurt you.”
She presses her body against mine, and I feel her heartbeat matching my own rhythm.
In this moment, the vendetta, the family obligations, the looming threats—they all feel distant.
What’s real is her skin against mine, the trust in her eyes, the love that binds us tighter than any arranged marriage ever could.