Matteo's Pov

“Now, your punishment.” As I say the words on a predatory tone, I slip the cuffs out of my pocket and secure it around my wife’s wrists.

She gasps a sharp breath, her brows pulling into a deep furrow.

“Matteo, what are you doing?” She asks, her tone bewildered. “Why am I being punished?”

I quirk a snarky smile, “you’ll know soon, wife.”

Mirabella looks up at me, fear dancing in her orbs. Good, she should be afraid.

I grab her arm, pulling her into ...