The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 75

Katrina's POV

Make sure I never forget it.

I don't think it was going to hr possible for me to ever forget such a thing

My body begged to be touched by him even tho he had just caused a sight-taking orgasm.

I wanted more... No, I needed more of him

Silas' eyes roamed over my body, Making my heart race wildly.

We were still leaning against the door, and I wanted nothing else but to go to bed to continue what we had started.

My wrists were still bound behind my back, and Silas med me to the bed, setting me down

He immediately brought out a blindfold, and I waited for what he would do.

Letting hinf blindfold me was a wild game of trust, and I was ready for water would happen next.

At the moment, all I had was my other senses. Every breath, every small shift in the room was heightened.

"Do you know what you do to me, Katrina he murmured, his voice, sending shivers down my spine.

I felt the heat of his breath near my ear and I shivered, helpless to move.

How can a man be so attractive

I wanted to answer his question about what I did to him. And what he did to me as well......

But before 1 could, I felt a cold sensation against my skin-a thin sharp line dragging over my shoulder, then across my collarbone.

I sucked in a breath as I realized what it was: a blade.

to trace

dip above my chest,

excitement and fear filling me up at the same

knife move lower, and then he pressed it flat against my thigh, just firm enough to make me aware of its weight

breath hitched, trapped between

and

me?" His words were a

him? Funny how he had asked me that question

answer even

removed as

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managed, the word slipping out before I could even think too

slightly, a reminder of his control, then removed it, leaving my skin tingling in its absence. This was

And it excited me.

desperate for something more, and I realized jon bow thoroughly he had stripped

barely control even

the faint sound of a match striking, and then melled something faintly

eyes darted behind the blindfolds, but I couldn't

yet I still

of his hand against my back, guiding me forward onto my knees

me there, his touch firm, and my heart thundered in

moment later, a new warmth met my skin-not his hand,

back

sensation was both intense and maddening, each drop sending

aware of every inch

asked, his tone filled

could stop it. hated

fire, and he was the only one who could

its small eruption of warmth and sensation. I

me firmly in place. I was

when I thought I couldn't take anymore, his hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers finding me slick