The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)
Bride 44

Chapter 44

My words were all Silas had needed and he pinned my body underneath his.

The air between us felt heavy, almost suffocating, Silas hovering over me with his hands exploring my body with a confident ease that sent shivers down my spine.

He wasn't doing any particular movements, but still, his hands rooming my body made me think of things I shouldn't be thinking of

I couldn't take any more of this.

He was being deliberate with the way he touched me, driving me slowly to the edge of madness

I gasped lightly when his mouth found my breasts, sucking on them hard.

of heat

His hot breath fanned my skin as he flickered his tongue over my nipples, that one movement sending a wave of through me.

Unable to hold back the moan that escaped my lips, my back arched as I wrapped my arms around him, wanting to close the distance between our bodies.

The way he moved was almost sinful, each touch deliberate, his fingers trailing over my skin as if marking me as his own.

My toes curled in response, waves of pleasure rippling through me, spreading to every inch of my body.

It felt as if my body was set ablaze and I wasn't certain if Silas' touch was cooling or just making it worse.

My core throbbed, a desperate aching need building inside me that was impossible to ignore.

I bit my lip in an attempt to stifle the overwhelming sensation that 1 felt, but it was useless.

"Please, Silas... more. I begged, my voice trembling with each word I spoke.

My chest rose and fell; my breaths labored as I stared at Silas.

He wanted to see me beg, and I did.

Finally giving in to my desires.

Silas lips pulled into a smile, his eyes glistening evilly

He must be happy to see my bed this way; lips parted as I took in a deep breath.

"Such an impatient girl," he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he slid his fingers inside me once more.

I gasped, that one action sending a jolt of electricity through me

Silas moved his fingers slowly, torturously, in and out of me, dragging out every sensation as if savoring my helpless reactions.

He was teasing me, giving me a taste but not enough to quench my thirst.

And he was enjoying it.

His mouth continued to leave a trail of warm, lingering kisses over my body, teasing but never giving me the release I craved.

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I couldn't help it; I was unable to control myself else, and I grabbed his wrist, trying to push him deeper, to make him go faster

The pressure inside me was too much and I needed more, something to stop the way I was feeling Something to satisfy my hunger.

But Silas wasn't having it. He seemed to enjoy teasing me slowly and I held myself back from whining.

"No," he growled, his grip tightening around my wrist, pinning thy hand over my head.

We'd do this as I say Katrina, and I wouldn't hesitate to punish you if you act like a brat,"

At this point, I didn't think the idea of getting punished by him was a bad thing.

Silas reached over to the table beside us, pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

They weren't your usually handcuffs, I had seen them much too many times in magazines to know what they were.

My heart skipped a beat as I watched the cuffs dangling over my head.

I'm in charge tonight, Katrina."

Before I could protest, my hands were locked together above my head, the cold metal digging into my skin.

Silas's hands were back on my thighs, spreading them wide apart and I had no choice but to submit.

I panted heavily, my chest rising and falling as my body ached for him.

I could feel the flush on my cheeks, my skin burning under his gaze as he drank in the sight of me.

How did I end up like this? I thought, staring down at him.

The situation should have felt wrong, dangerous even, but it didn't

I didn't hate it. I wanted more.

Every part of me was trembling, torn between desire and disbelief at how far I'd let myself go.

It seemed like with Silas, there wasn't a question of how far I would be going.

I wasn't the only one affected by this and it made me feel happy. There was an obvious bulge in his pants; Silas was breathing heavily as he tried to control himself.

He wanted to focus on pleasing me, not giving in to his desires.

My body cried when Silas pulled away from me, kneeling on the bed.

Silas' eyes held mine as he reached for his shirt, slowly pulling it over his head, revealing his bare chest.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry.

The sight was truly beautiful.

This was the first time I saw his body without clothes, and it made

my heart race.

His silver hair had gotten loose when he took off his shirt, his hair framing his face perfectly.

But it wasn't his hair that made me stare; no, it was the tattoos that caught my attention. Chapter 41

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Dark lines inked acroschis skin, telling stories 1 didn't know, marking him with a dangerous allure that only made me want him more.

Some of them were inked over scars but that seemed to make him hotter.

I wonder what their story is.

"Darling some of these are older than you," Silas said, amusement dancing in his eyes as he noticed me staring.

Heat crept up my neck and I turned any face away, feeling embarrassed,

He's old enough to be my father. I shouldn't forget that.

The thought ate at me, making me all too aware of myself.

The fact that I was handcuffed and spread out beneath him, vulnerable and exposed.

This was a man who was almost the same age as my father for crying out loud.

I tried to close my legs to regain some sense of control, but Silas was quicker, his hands clamped down on my thighs, gently but firmly keeping me open.

"Don't," he whispered, his voice commanding.

"You're a goddess, Katrina. And I'm just a devotee who is here to worship you."

froze at his words, my heart pounding harder than before.

What?

The intensity in his eyes, the way with which he spoke, made me feel something I couldn't quite understand.

Worship me?

From the cupboard beside the bed, Silas pulled out a small boule of oil.

The golden liquid glittered in the dim light, and I felt a pang of nervousness.

What does he plan to do with that? My breathing quickened as my mind raced with possibilities.

Silas turned to me, his gaze softer now, almost teasing.

"Be my submissive,"

The sentence hit me like a slap, my mind reeling. I stared at him stunned, my thoughts a tangled mess. Excuse me?

Does he want me to be in this sub?