Chapter 13

SADIE

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