THE SILENCE AFTER THE STORM

Martina's Pov

It had been a total of four weeks since the incident. Serafina was shaken, but after a few visits, I managed to ease her fears, even though a residual one lay untamed within me.

Security at the Argento estate had quadrupled. Silvio's men guarded every door and every step, armed to the teeth, prepared for battle at any second.

I barely saw Silvio in the past weeks. He was too busy searching for whoever might have caused the incident. I started sleeping in a secret room in the house that required a code only Silvio and I knew.

Tonight wasn't any different. I slipped out of the bathroom, my body still damp from the shower, my hair soaked and dripping onto the floor. I picked up the nightie, which didn’t leave much to the imagination, and put it on. Combing through my hair and hopping into bed, I tucked my gun underneath the pillow and strapped my knives to holsters on my thigh.

As I lay on the bed, drifting into thought, a soft click pulled me back to the present. I immediately turned around, my hand reaching for my dagger.

“Slow down, Mrs. Argento. I believe we aren’t killing each other yet,” Silvio’s deep voice resonated through the room.

My heart blossomed at the familiarity of it as I walked up to meet him.

“You’re home early,” I said, suddenly self-aware as his eyes swept over my body, paying special attention to how my breasts were practically spilling out. But I stood firm.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Argento?” he asked, moving closer until his body was just a breath away from mine. His hands found my waist, and his lips clung to my neck, his cologne embracing me, almost knocking the air from my lungs.

“I didn’t even know you would be here,” I said, my voice betraying me.

“That’s a shame. I thought we had unfinished business,” he whispered in my ear.

Like clockwork, he lifted me as if I weighed nothing and placed me on the bed. His figure loomed over me, making me feel things in places light doesn’t reach.

He raised both my hands above my head and continued kissing my skin. His free hand slowly crept down, undoing the latch of the nightie, releasing my right breast. A little screech escaped me when his mouth latched on, tugging gently with his teeth.

The feeling overwhelmed me, setting my body aflame. He soon grew bored, opened the second latch, and attacked my other breast. The bliss had me writhing beneath him as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. The shadow of his protruding arousal bumped against my already dripping core.

“Mierda,” I gasped, the Italian curse slipping past my lips as everything began to overwhelm me—the feel of his body so close, the heat of his mouth, and the burn of his touch.

“Have you done this before?” he asked, his voice raspy and uncontrolled.

“Once—once,” I managed to say, a moan escaping my lips as he fondled one breast and attacked the other with his tongue.

“How was it?” he asked, not lifting his mouth.

Did he really expect me to explain how I lost my virginity while he did all this to my body?

“It... it wasn’t great,” I answered, my body already slick with sweat.

“Why? Small dick?” he asked, that boyish humor flickering in his expression.

“No, it was... with a toy. I was exploring in a collage, and it hurt, so I stopped.”

He suddenly froze. “You’ve never laid with a man, Martina?” His eyes found mine, an animalistic glint sliding across them.

Embarrassed, I turned away, hoping to hide my flushed cheeks. He pressed the fabric of his suit pants even closer to my core, making my breath hitch.

“I demand answers, butterfly.”

“Yes, yes, I’ve never been with a man,” I gasped.

“Well, that’s bad news. I was hoping you had some experience.” He suddenly let me go, and the cold air felt icy against my skin.

“Why?” I asked.

He removed his suit jacket, and started undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. Seemingly struck by a thought, he walked over and turned off the lights.

Suddenly, he was on top of me again, and this time his body was bare. I could feel him, and it only made me crave him more.

“Because, dear wife, I am not a gentleman who will make love to you on your first night. I am not going to go easy on you, no matter how loudly you plead. I fuck, butterfly, and I fuck hard.”

I shivered underneath him, my mind a factory of thought

“I'm asking you again, wife , are you ready for this?

My lips refused to utter out the words that echoed in my mind,Nodding my head seemed the only action my body permitted me to do.

A low soft chuckle filled the room.

His laugh !

I had been with this man for almost three months, and not once had I seen him laugh.

Not even a smile, But he was chuckling?

Suddenly feeling embarrassed and self conscious, I tried to get away from him

Only to be pushed back into the bed with a kiss.

The kiss was different demanding,it occupied my mouth and his soft warmth fell over me like a blanket.

He pulled unto my hair and torturing me with his mouth, as he just took and took and took until I was sure I would collapse if I didn't get in air in the next few seconds

As if sensing my thoughts he releases my mouth

“Yes ..yes I muttered

How could I not be ready I could feel how slick I was down there with every breath I took

“Mmm” he said his tongue latching unto my left breast again

Shocked by the sudden warmth I pull him closer, wrapping my arms around his waist squeezing unto him for dear life

He kissed me all the way to my ear and whispered “look at you, look at how your body silently begs for my dick”

Uhhhhhhh a moan left me, At the sound of his raspy voice by my ear

“Strip” his voice boomed, it was commanding, yet gentle unlike his usual sharp and edgy tone

I start to slowly pull off the rest of the nightie, finding it hard to see in the dark.

When I was completely stark naked I thanked the comfort of the darkness

“Beautiful, ” He exclaimed.

While  I wondered how he could make out my features in such a dark room save for the stream of light from the moon coming in through the window.

He started kissing me again and the feel of something massive sliding against my entrance made my breath hitch

“Shhh butterfly there is no escaping” suddenly the pressure of his member was gone and he replaced with his fingers

He inserted one inside of me and the floppy sounds of my wetness made my cheeks bleed

“Fuck yes, your so wet wife yes” He said taking his finger and putting it to his mouth

I watched from the side of his eye as he rolled a condom unto his full length

And before I knew it he slammed into me with his massive member