Chapter 79 79

Chapter 79 79
Joel and Evan exchanged glances after hearing Raymond’s final instructions. Both nodded firmly, fully aware of the weight of the task assigned to them. Without a word, they turned and stepped out of the study, leaving the scent of masculinity lingering in the air. The mahogany door closed with a soft, barely audible click, leaving Raymond alone in the silence of the mansion as night began to fall.

Raymond stood motionless in front of the window. The twinkling lights of New York City in the distance looked like fireflies dancing below. He processed every detail in his mind—Jessica being held captive, Madeline’s betrayal, and the hidden threat that was now daring to bare its fangs. Yet, instead of feeling threatened, Raymond felt a calm rush of adrenaline. He had faced far more ruthless enemies and emerged victorious. This current problem was merely a small obstacle on the foundation of his already solid empire.

Enough for today, he thought, letting out a long sigh. His shoulders felt stiff after hours of grappling with business tensions and security intrigues. He knew his enemies wouldn't stop, but he also knew that his mental and physical health were his primary weapons against them. He could not appear weak in front of Clara.

"I'm so tired," he murmured softly, breaking the room's silence. He loosened his tie, which felt suffocating, and let it drop onto his desk. He had to turn off his "CEO mode" and return to being the man who could love his wife completely. "I’d better get to the bedroom and rest. Besides, I’ve missed Clara so much."

With a calm stride, Raymond left the study and walked up the stairs to the second floor. Along the corridor, he was accompanied only by the sound of his own footsteps. The house felt warm, a contrast to the cold outside world he had just discussed with his men. To him, the master bedroom was a sanctuary—the only place in the world where he could shed the arrogant mask he had to wear every day.

Meanwhile, behind the master bedroom door, Clara’s heart was pounding. She had been planning this since the afternoon, after the children had fallen asleep. She stood in front of the large mirror, staring at her reflection with a mix of shyness and anticipation. A thin black silk lingerie set adorned with delicate lace clung perfectly to her body, giving off an impression that was both elegant and provocative. She wanted to give her husband a surprise he would never forget. She wanted to prove that even in the midst of a storm of threats, their love remained the center of everything.

Clara turned off the main lights, leaving only a dim chandelier that created a romantic atmosphere in every corner of the room. She positioned herself near the door, waiting for the sound of Raymond’s footsteps. She could feel her own breath quickening along with the racing of her heart.

The sound of the bedroom door opening slowly echoed. The light from the corridor cast Raymond’s tall, sturdy shadow into the room. As the door closed and the lock turned, the room became instantly private. Raymond sighed, appearing ready to shed the remnants of a heavy day. However, before he could call his wife’s name, he caught the silhouette of the woman standing nearby.

Clara didn't wait long. As soon as Raymond turned, she stepped forward and hugged her husband tightly. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close until their broad chests touched. Raymond was stunned for a moment, but his eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light. When he saw his wife’s appearance—seeing how the lingerie framed her curves so alluringly—the tired expression on his face instantly melted away.

Raymond said nothing. His protective and dominant nature emerged in an instant. With a gentle yet firm movement, he pushed Clara back until her back touched the cold wall. The distance between them vanished. Raymond’s eyes flashed with passion, tracing every inch of Clara’s body with a hungry gaze.

"Are you trying to drive me crazy, darling?" Raymond whispered in a deep, raspy voice, gently touching the smooth skin of Clara’s neck and leaving a small bite that made her moan with pleasure.

Without giving her a moment to breathe, Raymond lowered his handsome face. His lips captured Clara’s lush ones in a deep, intimate, and demanding kiss. The kiss was laden with the passion he had suppressed for hours in front of hundreds of VIP guests.

"Are you teasing me on purpose, baby? You look so beautiful tonight," Raymond said, his voice trembling with restrained desire between their kisses.

Raymond’s ragged breath hit Elena’s neck, making her skin tingle beautifully. Dominic’s large fingers traced the curve of Elena’s waist, gripping it gently as if to assert absolute ownership.

"Do you want me to punish you for daring to tease me, huh?" Raymond whispered softly, brushing his lips against Elena’s earlobe, delivering a intoxicating, light bite.

Clara had no intention of backing down. Instead of feeling afraid, she returned Dominic’s kiss with an equal overflow of passion. Her lips, which were beginning to redden and swell slightly from the intensity of her husband’s kisses, curled into a spoiled smile. A crisp laugh escaped from between their lips.

"Then punish me, honey... I’ll accept it," Clara replied sensually, batting her eyelashes playfully.

Her hazel eyes stared straight into Raymond’s gray irises, which had now darkened completely with the fog of lust. As if wanting to test the limits of her husband’s restraint, Clara’s slender fingers moved boldly, tracing his broad chest, feeling the buttons of his shirt, until her hand moved mischievously to touch and grip her husband’s expensive belt.

Clara’s small fingers slipped inside his trousers and squeezed Raymond’s hardening manhood.

That bold touch was the final spark that shattered the remnants of Raymond’s self-control.

"My wife... you are so naughty," Raymond chuckled, a deep, heavy growl escaping his throat. He couldn't take it anymore. With one quick and powerful movement, he slid his large hands under Clara’s buttocks, lifting her into his arms. Clara squeaked softly, reflexively wrapping her beautiful arms around her husband’s sturdy neck, bringing their bodies together without a gap.

While continuing to kiss his wife’s lips mercilessly, Raymond took long strides toward their king-sized bed. He laid Clara down on the silk sheets with extreme tenderness, as if the woman beneath him were the most precious jewel in his world.

With deft movements, Raymond removed the dress clinging to his wife’s voluptuous body. In a matter of seconds, the dress was completely gone, discarded onto the floor, leaving Clara’s body completely naked on the silk sheets.

"You are far more beautiful without wearing anything," Raymond commented in a husky voice, his eyes staring hungrily at the bare curves before him.

Clara could only lie back, surrendering with a faint smile as she saw the fog of passion in her husband’s eyes.

"I want to create a new sensation tonight, before I take you to the 'Red Room' later, baby," Raymond said, walking toward the desk and opening the top drawer.

The dominant mafia man pulled out a pair of handcuffs. They looked sturdy and classy, made of hard, shiny stainless steel, but the inner circles were lined with soft, thick black sheepskin, intentionally designed to lock the wrists firmly without hurting or leaving marks on Clara’s white skin.

Click.

The cold sound of the metal locking echoed softly as Raymond finished fastening the shackles on Clara’s wrists, bringing her hands together in front of her chest.

Clara looked slightly confused and silent for a moment, but a faint smile soon appeared at the corner of her lips.

"Am I your prisoner, honey?" Clara asked spoiledly.

Raymond smiled crookedly and stroked Clara’s beautiful face gently.

"You are my queen, honey."

Raymond lowered his face and, slowly and emphatically, pressed his warm lips against his wife’s cherry-red ones.

Raymond didn't immediately devour Clara’s lips greedily. He intentionally kissed her natural red lips several times, pressing lightly then pulling away slightly, as if tasting the deliciousness of a very sweet fruit.

Until the final kiss, Raymond did not pull his head away. He let their lips remain pressed together for a long time, channeling the warmth of their heating breath.

Not long after, Raymond began to move his lips, starting the kiss by sucking on Clara’s small lower lip.

Several soft, wet, and rhythmic sucks slowly broke down Clara’s defenses.

This incredibly pleasurable sensation instantly made Clara’s eyes close tightly. Her handcuffed hands rose reflexively, resting in surrender on Raymond’s sturdy, bare chest.

When Raymond shifted his kiss to slowly suck on Clara’s upper lip with a slightly more demanding pull, Clara boldly returned her husband’s kiss. Clara opened her mouth slightly, returning Raymond’s kiss by sucking on his lower lip in turn.

Raymond groaned low in the middle of their kiss, a satisfied groan that sounded so sexy to Clara’s ears.

They kissed deeply and gently, savoring each other’s lips with no distance left between them.