Chapter 3: Suffocation

Sylvana

I dressed down in a pair of jeans, a white blouse and some flats… then I waited. What else was there to do but wait? Sitting on the enormous bed, I drew my legs up to my chin and breathed out a sigh.

Domenico came in here, and as soon as he saw me naked, something snapped in him. The worst part was I allowed it to happen. I didn’t push him away; I didn’t stop him. So, it wasn’t fair that I put all the blame on him. Craving Domenico’s dominance is one thing, submitting to him is another altogether.

How did we even start talking at the wedding? One minute I was angry at my father for bringing me here, the next Domenico was fucking me against the wall of a guest room. My father did not train me to be a Mafia Princess, saving myself for my wedding day. No, I quite enjoyed casual sex, but the one time with him was anything but casual. Once I got a taste, he was embedded in my mind and wrapped in my senses.

Now look at me; a prisoner.

I’m so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I