Chapter 26 Your name, atleast

"...gently..."
The word had became a foreign concept to me. I couldn't remeber the last time I had been intimate to someone with love and softness. But this was another level.
The moment my back colloided with soft mattresses of Silvio's bed, I knew I was done for. It was just a matter of time when my clothes were ripped off of my body and cool air of surrounding hit my shivering frame. My body reacted accordingly.
I thought I knew my body until I met him.
A scream rippled through me when his hand met with the bare flesh of my ass. The impact had me jolted forward as I landed harshly on pillows.
"Hate me all you want, Sadie. But remember one thing," another blow was landed on my bare ass. The stinging sensation was hard to bear.
My tears flowed down my cheeks in an desperate need.
I clutched the sheets tightly in my fists while I embedded my head in softness of pillows.
"Every fucking inch of your body is mine. Keep this fucking thing in your damn head." I felt him lean back slightly and from corner of my eyes I could saw him staring back at my ass. My tears knew no limit, my vision was getting blurry.
"You like testing my patience. Don't you?" He said in an overly sarcastic tone. A shrieked scream left my mouth when I was harshly pulled by my shoulders. It took me a moment to realise that Silvio had me by my hairs, the grip hurting my scalp badly and I suddenly bended down when my eyes met the floor and my head danced in air.
Drowning in an ocean of mortification, I found myself lowered into the humiliating position. His hard thighs pressed against my churning stomach.
Above me, I heard his voice. "I will stop when you apologize. Not before." He raised his arm and I wondered wildly how much protection my bare ass would provide, then had my answer as his hand whined through the air, slicing against my naked flesh, welting my tender flesh. He paused, waiting. For my apology.
I would never apologise for something I feel.
I gritted my teeth; he could beat me senseless but I'd never give him the satisfaction of an apology. Never! His arm came up another time, the hand landed mercilessly across my buttocks. Another pause.
I counted through streaks of vivid pain-three times, four, five. By now I was sobbing. The sixth time my body jerked and a strangled cry wrenched from me. His arm lifted, and I screamed.
"Stop!"
He grasped me roughly by the shoulders and turned me in his arms to sit across his lap. I tried to pull away, but his arms tightened, and his hand lifted to hold my face pressed to his chest. My ribs heaved and scalding tears raced down my cheeks, soaking through the front of his shirt as I wept, more from impotent fury than from pain.
As if he were soothing a child, he began to stroke my hair. I angrily shoved his hand away, but he ignored me and continued.
The minutes passed, and I had just gotten control of myself when his hand touched my chin, tipping my face up to his. Glaring at him through a haze of wrathful tears, I whispered,
"I hate you!"
"I know you do," he said quietly.
Was he regretting?
It registered on me that there was neither triumph nor satisfaction on his face and, since I could find nothing else in his expression to stoke the flames of my animosity, I looked away, staring fixedly off to the left, occasionally wiping at my tear-streaked face with my fingertips.
"Look at me," he ordered gently.
"No!" I retorted.
"If I do, I"ll scratch your eyes out, you bastard!!"
I snapped at him. His smirk widened as he gently caressed my face with the back of his fingers. The mere gesture had me fluttering without any warning.
My face was flushed, red, with strains of tears accumulated in corners.
"Atleast, you'll remember this punishment." In a silky, dangerous voice, he contemplated.
Our faces were one movement away, his one arm circling my waist and another holding my face. I was straddling his lap.
"Get ready now. I wanna take you out."
I was perplexed knowing after twenty seven spanks, I was still able to walk. The pain was unbearable, and Silvio provided no comfort either besides a dress that was baby blue coloured with lace decorating its long sleeves and bare neck. It was A-line, with tremendous amount of silky softness.
The fabric felt soothing to my burning flesh. My fingers gently rubbed over the fabric.
Silk.
And unfortunately, I was not given any undergarments.
"Mr. Salvatoré is waiting." Brown-haired man wearing a black butler coat and contrasting white pants said from door. A sigh reverberated through me as I nodded my head.
I followed the old man a she led us through the same hallways, same stairs and same beautiful modern interior.
Silvio might had proved his point but this didn't meant that I would lost. No, never! I refuse. Though I was at his mercy, he needed to understand the sense of privacy, the art of seclusion.
The lust zone was over now, now it was time I started to respect myself and my life. I was just acting like his puppet since the start. He needed to let go of me. This obsession of his was death-dealing.
And how could I forget about my father?! The one who was my everything and my gosh! Olivia! And what about my colleagues! Eric! Martha!
I shook my head as I adamantly convinced myself that I had to talk to Silvio about these matters.
Soon, we reached the main doors. The butler professionally opened the door and nodded towards me before backing away. I gave him a confused look.
But soon found myself startled when a black sleek car came into view. The black shiny metal looked eye-catching in bright sunny rays. I followed my gaze and stiffened when my eyes landed on Silvio. He leaned against the car, with his feet crossed and arms crossed across his chest. The black shades he was wearing were doing doing wonders in hiding his perfectly steely eyes.
The fabric of his white shirt strained against the hard muscles that laid beneath his skin. His black pants covered his strong legs. All I could remember was how gracefully I was laid on his legs when he spanked me.
The realisation brought redness on my face.
I could feel his eyes burning into me. His jaw was clenched tight. And a muscle twitched when I reached near him.
Without saying anything, he opened the door for me before ushering me inside and rounded the car and took his seat.
"This city is loyal to me, Cara." He said as he started the car. I swallowed. Of course I knew. I was in his territory, and I knew it was difficult for me to pull any move. The least I could do was wait and wait for the perfect opportunity.
"I know." My voice was barely audible but he heard it and nodded.
The atmosphere become thick. The road came into view as he drove through the forest like area. I had to note my surroundings, if I were to flee.
The tall tress were never ending, the road looked polished indicating how rarely people used it.
Twenty minutes passed when trees started to fade replacing with few buildings now and then. I tried my best to ignore Silvio, though I knew, my ignorance would fuel his fury. Anyways, I was not going to be his plaything.
It took us few more minutes when we completely entered the city. Tall buildings stood confidently like fortresses and hustle-bustle of people brought a calmness to me. Atleast, I was with read damn people unlike the man without any emotion.
The car halted as Silvio stopped the car. Out of reflex, I looked his direction, he looked mad for some reason, his knuckles were clutching the steering wheel tightly.
"W-" before I could say something, he was already yanking the door and was in front of tge car. It took me a moment to realise that he was already on my side when he opened the dolr ratger harshly.
I was rudely grabbed by my upper arm and was yanked outside.
"Hey!" I panicked when he wildly dragged me inside the glass building, the surrounding people gave us weird looks but Silvio cared less.
"Shut up!" He growled as he dragged me along with him. There was no reason for him to be this violent with me. I was already walking on thin ice by having him in my life and this was torturous. The muscles of the upper arm started to ache, leaving behind a dull sensation. The dress I was wearing was providing me no comfort either. And the other reality that I wasn't wearing any panties, was anxious.
He crossed two hallways of long corridor when he opened a specific door, like he knew his destination.
The door was opened by him and the aroma of food entered my nostrils. Silvio didn't even gave me moment to stablize when he pulled me towards the far table.
"Buonasera, Mr. Salvatoré."
A tall middle aged man walked to us with a small smaile on his lips. He was gripping menu and few cards with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
Silvio didn't acknowledged the man, instead, almost threw me towards the chair. If it wasn't for the table, I was sure that I was about to kiss the floor.
I stablized my breathing as I tried to sit on chair. What was wrong with him? Why was he doing this? The reasons must be absurd. He looked pissed, amgry and in fury.
I swallowed.
Angry Silvio was dangerous Silvio.
I jumped startled when he pulled the chair out for himself and sat like a lion. His posture leaned back, as he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked more intimidating than earlier. I couldn't afford to look at him. His aura was too much to handle.
The waiter's embarrassed face again came into view as he handed the menu to Silvio.
"dai il meglio di te," that's all Silvio said as his grey eyes pierced through me. I was flustered with the intensity of his gaze.
The waiter merely nodded and fled.
I shifted in my seat when he didn't averted his eyes off me. It was making me uncomfortable. The potency of his eyes was killer, a dangerous reality.
I couldn't help but take few deep breaths.
"I-I need to use the restroom." I mumbled lowly, my hands fidgeting with each other. My eyes anywhere but at his face. The chilling aura of his anger was gruesome.
"Five minutes or I'll be dragging you back with your hairs." A shiver dance down my spine, my heart beating faster than usual.
I nodded and without wasting a minute, I scrambled off my feet. I could feel his gaze burning into me. I couldn't brought myself to look over my shoulder. I didn't knew where was restroom but all I needed to do now was just get away from him.
And I also knew Silvio wasn't a fool to let me roam freely in this strange place.
I asked a passby waiter for restroom and he pointed towards left giving me muddled glance. Paying no attention to his look, I promptly whisked in the vicinity of washroom.
My hands trembled as I opened the door. There were few women adjusting their dresses and makeup but my mind refused to gaze at them. I hardly made past the sink as I gripped the sink and looked at the mirror. I wasn't startled when I saw my flushed face. My cheeks were like tomato, red. My breathing looked abnormal.
Now I understand why that waiter gave me strained look.
Splashing some water on my face, I patted my cheeks to lessen the redness. It seemed to do the opposite. All flustered and anxious, I calmed my ragging heart beat with efforts.
It took me more than five minutes, I realised. New wave of fear washed over and I imagined Silvio dragging me through the halls with my hairs in his hands.
I shook my head to relinquish the scary thoughts.
When I thought my breathing was steady, I took one last breath and exited the washroom.
As I exited the washroom, my body was roughly hit by something. The impact send me stumble on my feet as my hands raised to grip something, my eyes closed as I waited for the ground to kiss my ass.
But.
Strong arms were wrapped around my waist as someone hoisted me back on my feet. I gasped.
My hands were fisted on crisp pale blue shirt, as I realised I was in arms of someone.
Readily, I pulled myself away as strong arms left my waist.
"stai bene?"
My breath hitched for a second when I looked up.
I never thought that brown eyes would look this much gorgeous. Holy fish they weren't even brown. There was little light in them, should I say hazel? Just like copper against honey, the colour of Earth after it rains. And the perfect high cheekbones that I wanted to had so badly. My eyes travelled down when a wide grin of beautiful lips came into view.
My eyes again met his gaze when I realised I was checking him out.
Embarrassingly, I averted my gaze and straightened my dress.
"Stai bene?" The man asked again and I remembered he had just saved me from breaking my back.
I looked confused at him. I didn't understood what he was saying. The man might had acknowledged my uncertainty because he again asked.
"Are you okay?" There was an slight accent in his voice.
I nodded my head. And god! His laugh was beautiful.
"Y-yes, thanks." I mumbled. I was far embarrassed by now.
He nodded with a wide grin and I again looked over his physique. He was tall, and looked quiet muscular too. He had his arms besides him as he his hands in his pockets. He looked handsome, and manly.
I found myself checking his face again.
"You don't like regular customer." The man said and I wondered how he recognised. LOL!
I shyly shook my head and tucked a lose strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes caught my every movement.
"I actually-on a trip with my friends. So..." I trailed. He nodded his head in understanding motion. His eyes looked me up and down for a moment as I felt suddenly self-concious.
"I know few places where you can have fun, you know. The prides of Italy." He said, and I concluded one thing. We were in Italy. This bastard had taken me to Italy!
Thinking of bastard, I was late. Again fera gripped me and my face paled. Silvio would kill me, I had to leave.
"Um...sorry I have to go."
Panickingly, I quickly turned around when a hand stopped me. I turned around to found the same gorgeous man grabbing my elbow. I raised my brows.
"Your name, atleast." He asked sweetly and I couldn't help but adore his charm. I gulped. Thinking hard. It was not like he would ever see me again. And telling him my name wouldn't hurt anything.
With a small smile on my lips I said.
"Sadie Quintin." He grinned wolfishly and licked his lips like it was his habit before letting my elbow go.
"Sadie...." He tested my name on his tongue as he nodded like he was trying to memorize it.
I was about to again turn around when he said.
"Anderson. Silas Anderson..." I smiled and nodded. His eyes rested on my face for few seconds as he waved at me.
"Silas..." I tested his name on my tongue and let me tell you, it felt strange.