The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 47

I woke up slowly, my body aching in places 1 hadn't realized could ache.

A dull soreness throbbed between my legs making me wince in pain as I tried to move.

Every small shift reminded me of last night, of Silas and the way he had pushed me to my limits.

I wasn't aware that I would be this exhausted, I didn't even know when I had passed out.

Everything that had happened, right from the beginning to the end ran through my mind in an endless loop.

I bit my lip, feeling the flush spread across my checks as my mind replayed the moments.

Right from him tying me up to the end.

How had I gotten back to my room?

I finally paid attention to the environment around me, gripping the bedsheet underneath me.

The sheets felt unfamiliar and for a second, I panicked, not knowing how I ended up here.

I was with Silas last, wasn't I?

I was even wearing a robe and it further confused me.

But then it hit me: Silas must have carried me back; that was obviously what had happened.

I couldn't remember anything after that last wave of pleasure, but the soreness in my body told me everything I needed to know God, what he did to me..

When he said he was going to worship my body, he did so and left no crumps and that without satisfying himself.

It made me feel bad that Silas had only focused on me, not bothering about himself.

Realizing that I had gonen lost in thoughts, I shook my head, trying to push the memories away before I got too caught up

in them

Blushing, I sat up slowly, groaning at the tightness in my muscles.

I need a shower.

I thought to myself, running my hand through my hair.

But what I didn't have was the strength to leave this bed right now.

If I was given the chance, I would stay in bed for the whole day.

At that exact moment, my stomach grumbled, reminding me that I should head out for breakfast immediately.

bathroom, peeling off the robe in the process. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, a light gasp escaped my lips, my eyes widening

over my body, a clear

this? I

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think there was a point in covering up fully. Finally stepping under the shower,

the tension in my muscles as I

but think back to the way Silas had touched me, the way he'd looked at me

about it much, but yet here I was, thinking about it

of me.

and made my way downstairs for breakfast, hoping to

previous times, I didn't see anyone standing guard outside my door and I

I stopped in my tracks, the voices of people drifting

always hated eating with them,

I have

no choice right now.

pushed the door

table was filled with men and women, all belonging to

me with disdain, their eyes full of judgment, but this time something was

whispering or gossiping like they usually

conversations about Silas

Just silent glares.

I didn't

because of him, I thought, feeling a small sense of relief. Silas had that effect, no one dared to

sitting with his usual air of authority and I made my way over

His

me briefly, but he didn't

seemed to take in my state, his eyes roaming

him, about to sit down when a voice cut through

"You're in my spot,"

froze my hand still on the

Who-

didn't recognize walking toward me, her eyes sharp as

poised, with an aura of authority that

red lips twisted into a smirk as she stopped

Who is this?

wondered, giving her a

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that fitted to be standing beside Silas, then it

under her stare, my heart beating a

some reason I

it out of anger?