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.

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

hickeys scattered all over my body, a clear aftermath

I wondered as I stared at my

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so I didn't think there was a point in covering up fully. Finally stepping under

for my body, easing the tension

me, the way he'd looked at me like he owned every part And maybe he

said I wasn't going to think about it much,

of me.

way downstairs for breakfast, hoping

see anyone standing guard outside my door and I wondered if

to the door, I stopped in my tracks, the voices of people drifting through

hated eating with them, but it

I have

no choice right now.

a deep breath, I pushed the door

and

eyes full of

whispering or gossiping like they

were no hushed conversations about Silas and Marco's daughter, he kept locked

Just silent glares.

I didn't

because of him, I thought, feeling a small sense of relief. Silas had that

with his usual air of authority and I made

His

briefly, but he

seemed to take in my state, his eyes roaming over my

to sit

"You're in my spot,"

my hand still on the back

Who-

wornan I didn't recognize walking toward me, her eyes sharp as they locked

an aura of authority that rivaled

lips twisted into a smirk as she stopped

Who is this?

her

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be someone that fitted to be standing beside Silas, then

inferior under her stare, my heart

some reason

of anger?

probably find another seat," she said, her voice dripping