The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 19

Katrina's POV:

I walked into Silas' office, feeling uneasy. It was like a lamb walking into a lion's den, and I was most certainly not the lion.

Rachael had heard about what happened almost immediately and she practically dragged me here to apologize.

Silas' cold eyes followed me as I walked closer, the door shuitting with a heavy thud.

As usual, his eyes held no emotions and I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

I waited for Silas to say something, to ask why I was there. But a few minutes ticked by and we were still staring at each other awkwardly.

I couldn't take it any longer, I had to be gone as soon as I could. So I swallowed thickly and finally spoke

"I came to apologize," I said, forcing myself to hold his gaze.

I know Mafia lords have a thing about someone in a lower rank holding eye contact. But I didn't care, he was my husband. At least in theory. Although he doesn't feel a thing for me, he was still my husband and we were on the same rank. At least in theory.

Silas didn't seem the least bit bothered about it. He barely acknowledged my words as I stood there quietly, waiting for him to say something. Sitting a few meters away from me, I could feel the aura and authority he radiated, and for some reason, something turned in my stomach. Well

ell get on with it then, apologize, He waved me dismissively, folding his hands across his chest as he waited.

It seemed just like the type of thing he would like.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance, bowing my head.

Im sorry, I spat out, the words feeling like concrete in my mouth

I wanted to raise my head, but I still remembered Rachael's warning as she pulled me here.

Don't raise your head till he says he has forgiven you

I didn't know why she would tell me such, but I just had to do it.

in his tone but I kept my head down. I could feel the smirk on his face even without seeing the sarcasm and mockery

"It must be demeaning for someone of your status to bow her head for someone else." I could

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How it feels to apologize to someone when you don't mean it. Who knows this might be the only thing you have ever said the word 'sorry' to someone, His words stung, but I kept quiet. He didn't know the half of it.

I wanted to tell him just how wrong he was; the memory of when I had begged and apologized filled my mind.

Buy I didn't.

I just let him say whatever he wanted.

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"If you want to apologize, then do it well. Get on your knees, Sils ordered.

My head whipped up. "What?"

He stared at me, his eyes burning with something intense. I couldn't tell if it was anger or something else, but I knew he wasn't joking.

"Go ahead. And do it," He stared at me intently, waiting

My heart pounded in my chest, and for a moment, I thought about refusing.

Why was I wasting much time by turning around and storming off? What he was doing was degrading me.

But something in his gaze, the weight of his authority, crushed my defiance. With my jaw clenched and my hands fisted at my sides, I sank to my knees "That's a good girl," He murmured, his lips pulling into a smirk.

Was he... Praising me?

The unexpected praise sent a shiver through me. I hated how much my body responded to him.

And I could barely believe it. I hated this man, despised him. But yet here I was.

"Spread your legs apart and place your hand on your thigh with your palm facing upwards, Silas ordered once more and I pushed myself to my feet.

I hissed at him. But something inside of me flickered. Was it fear or excitement?

was anything but insane, a fire burning in

what that position was. Give it to days of reading BDSM

he ask me to

sub Silas," I bite back with

deep down, something flickered in me. A spark lit up in the pit of my stomach, and I feared

want me to punish you?" His voice was low, dangerous. He stared

I could argue. The pit of my stomach churned with a heat I couldn't ignore. I hated him for the way he affected me. But more than that, I hated myself for wanting it.. Silas and his emotions have me a whiplash. First, he was

to present like I was his sub, let's not forget the way he stared at

if he wanted to fuck

did I want that just as

Katrina, Silas said in a

apart, I placed my hands on my thigh with

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Silas praised once more, and

Something

was wrong with me,

have thought

to him but I was on my knees for a different

chair, walking toward me with the predatory grace that always made my

Tace.

I should leave.

at me to get out of here. Run. Before this went

completely, I

But I didn't

my

Would he touch me? Do I want him to

some reason, I wasn't disgusted by the idea

and reached down, his fingers grabbing my face, forcing me to look

against my chin, his

mine, his warm breath tickling

a deep breath, the smell of mint and cider filling the

What was this feeling?

not allowed to kneel for anyone else except me, do you understand?" He asked, and I blinked at him, confused. What

I remembered I had knelt in front of the bald old man

what this was

squeezed my face harder and I bobbed

"Use your words, Katrina,"

with ease and it

knows hearing him say my name that way would cause such a

I understand, I whispered,

apex between my thighs throbbed painfully and I

a thing get me turned on? Is there anything wrong

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dominating, maybe my father broke me, and I was attracted

slip Silas netice

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stand up, he murmured, his

cod

did give me the space to refure and I did

grabbed me by mist, placing me on

breath hitched and something in my mind begged me to him Temuldn't continue

mac

was, I shui

with his hands, standing between them. Helpped his hands under the hem of my skirt,

my

heat between my legs intensified and

stopping me from closing them. His eyes held promises of a punishment if I did something he didn't

be commanded, giving no

for me to stop this. I had to push him away and

opened my leg, giving him better access

hated how much I wanted this. How much I needed him to touch me. There was nothing I could do to stop it

further up, brushing against my wet

wet fabric and a

had already lost control and