The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 69

Trigger warning

This chapter contains an attempted rape scene.

Katrina's POV

The lamp connected with his arm and he hissed loudly, clutching it.

His eyes widened in anger, his teeth gritting in pain.

The hit wasn't that lethal but it had momentarily stunned him.

Using this as an opportunity, I dropped the lamp and sprinted around him, heading for the door.

I had to escape from here. I just had to.

"Katrina!" Chris bellowed from behind me and my heart thumped faster in fear.

Come on, come on.

My fingers shook as I tried to unlock the door and I let out a sigh of relief when it finally pulled open Finally, I could escape-

I let out a scream when my hair is grabbed, reaching out behind me to hold Chris wrist.

He had grabbed my hair roughly, pulling me back into the room and shutting the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" He hissed from behind me. tightening his hold on my hair.

I know I kept saying I liked it rough, but I didn't mean it this way.

My eyes watered when his grip tightened, my scalp burning.

I could feel my hair getting pulled out from my scalp.

"Let go, I forced out through gritted teeth, my fingers still behind my head.

At this rate, I was going to get bald faster than I expected. That if I lived past today.

if

"I'm only just starting my baby. All you have to do is relax and you'll enjoy it,

fear through me and I realized I was truly

No, no, no.

wrist, Chris pushed me down to the bed,

a soundless cry

Chris tutted,

to any of his bullshit, but at this point, I didn't think I had a choice. He stared at me with hunger in his

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know how long I've waited to put you

my eyes, as

time to

was supposed to be with someone I felt safe with. Someone

going to

give him that satisfaction of seeing me cry, but could only watch silently as he did

consciousness slipping to the back of

being saved, I just didn't want to

and ask me to let you go. Come on Katrina, I want to hear you

helplessness through me, and

I should beg?

satisfying for him if I did that,

Where was the fire you had? That fiery spirit you always mocked me with, where is it? He yelled, and I flinched, turning my face away. It was long dead

I never mocked him; in fact, he was the

wouldn't

started, trailing his fingers

trial, my body

you'd feel like under me. Your breath on me and your fingers digging into

to have your plump little

from him,

back at him and I knew

the moment I saw you first

words,

the first moment we

the first day I met

could he have been attracted

barely

ask? That day, Marcos had his hands

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wanted to be the one with my fingers wrapped around your throat. I wanted to be the one at the receiving end of your stare. I wanted to be the one to break you and fix your tiny broken pieces to fit in the way I wanted. Basically, 1 wanted to own

think about something