Chapter 38
Elara Romano’s POV
ad murmurs turned into gasps. Every
The moment my palm connected with his cheek, a sickening silence devoured the club. The music died, and eye burned into us, his men, the crowd, watching as my handprint bloomed red on his skin.
“Oh, God. I instantly realised I shouldn’t have done that. My anger got the best of me. All the rage, the fury that had been consuming me like an inferno, vanished like a flame. Dante Romano, my husband the man who made grown men piss themselves with a glance, stood there, head tilted from the force of my slap.
The air turned to ice.
The sound of safety triggers clicking off filled the air, and within a heartbeat, I found myself staring down the barrels of a dozen raised guns.
His men had their weapons trained on me instantly, with no hesitation.
My pulse roared in my ears, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t look away from him. His eyes, those dark, bottomless pits, locked onto mine. Not a flicker of shock. Not a hint of pain. Just rage. Cold, deadly rage, like a storm waiting to rip the world apart
Who the
the fuck do you think you are?” His voice was low, a growl that sliced through the silence, each word dripping venom. As i flinched..”Not my father, not my mother, not a single fucking soul has ever raised a hand to me. And you, my little wife, think you can?”
My throat burned, dry as ash. “Dante, I-
“Shut your goddamn mouth.” He stepped closer, towering over me, his presence suffocating. The crowd vanished, it was just him, his fury wrapping around me like a noose. “You think you can humiliate me? In my own fucking club? In front of my men?”
know
His hand shot out, fingers clamping around my wrist hard, bruising. I gasped, my body jerking away, but he yanked me flush against him, his breath hot against my ear. “You’ve got some fucking nerve, Elara Romano. Slapping me like I’m some punk you can push around. Do you what I do to people who even dare to raise their eyes to me?”
My knees buckled, but he held me up, his grip unrelenting. “Dante, please”
“Please?” He laughed, a cold, vicious sound that sent ice down my spine. “Oh, amore, begging won’t save you now. You just fucked yourself.” His free hand gripped my chin, forcing my face up to meet his eyes. They were black, endless, promising pain. “I’ve gutted men for less. Carved their hearts out while they screamed. And you? You think you get a pass because I fuck you?”
The words hit like a blade, sharp and filthy. My stomach twisted, heat and fear tangling in my core. I wanted to scream, to fight, but his hold pinned me, his power drowning me.
“GUNS DOWN” His roar shook the room, and the weapons dropped instantly, his men scrambling to obey. But his eyes never left mine. “You don’t get to touch her,” he snarled at them, his voice a warning to everyone. “She’s mine to deal with.”
Mine. The word was a threat. He dragged me toward a dark corner of the club, my heels scraping the floor. My heart pounded, torn between terror and something darker–something that craved his anger, his control.
He slammed me against the wall of a private room, the door crashing shut behind us. Red light bathed the space, making him look like a devil carved from shadows, His hand braced beside my head, caging me in. His chest heaved, each breath a battle to keep from snapping completely.
“You stupid, reckless Jale bitch,” he hissed, his lips so close I could taste his rage. “You think you can mark me! You think you own me?” His fingers slid to my throat, not squeezing, but resting there, a promise of what he could do. “I’m the one who owns you. Every fucking inch of you. Your body, your breath, your goddamn soul.”
My pulse raced under his touch, my body betraying me with a shiver. “I didn’t mean-
“Don’t fucking lie to me!” His fist slammed the wall beside my head, the crack echoing like a gunshot. I flinched, my breath hitching. “You meant it The rage in your eyes. You wanted my blood for that whore on my lap. His lips curled into a cruel smirk. “Jealousy looks good on you, amore. But it’s gonna cost you.
His thumb traced my lower lip, rough and possessive. “I should strip you bare right here. Fuck y
you raw until you scream my name, until you remember who I am. His voice dropped, dark. “I’d make you come so hard you’d beg for mercy, and I wouldn’t give you a fucking drop.”
Heat flooded my core, my thighs clenching despite myself. His eyes caught it, narrowing. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Mty dirty little wife, soaking wel for my anger.” He leaned closer, his lips grazing my ear. “But you don’t get pleasure tonight. You get punishment.”
He stepped back, leaving me trembling against the wall. His gaze raked over me, cold and unforgiving. “Kneel,” he ordered, voice like steel. “And prayil don’t break you for this.”
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Chapter 38
My legs shook, but I didn’t I never
move.
en him like this. He was so finous, but what about my anger? A have buried me alive with the num. I know I went overbiant but that doesn’t mean his actions were right
“Get on your knees. Now. Don’t make me repeat myself,” He said again.
What if it was me in his place! He would
My fists clenched, nails biting into my palms. Every fiber of the wanted to spit in his face, to tell him to go to hell.
“I’m not your fucking dog. I hissed, my voice shaking but steady enough to hold its ground.
His lips twitch, a cruel smirk curling at the edge. “Oh, you’re not! Then why’re you shaking like one, wife!” His hand shot out, gripping my chin, fording my gaze up.
“Fuck you” I spat, shoving at his chest, It was like pushing a goddamm mountain. He didn’t budge, only tightened his grip on my chin, his smirk fading into something colder.
“Careful” he warned “You’re already on thin fucking ice. Push me again, and I’ll make you crand.”
My stomach twisted, fear and defiance warring inside me. I wanted to scream, to claw at him, but his presence was suffocating his power absolute And yes, he hadn’t hit me, Hadn’t let his men shoot me. That flicker of restraint, laried under his fury, was the only thing keeping me from collapsing.
“What if it was me. Dante?” I snapped, my voice cutting through the red–lit room like a whip. His eyes narrowed. “What if you came home and found a man on top of me. his hands all over your wife? Would you stand there, all calm and fucking collected?”
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