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.

using a knife to trace over my body, and

down to the dip above my

chest, excitement and fear filling

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

trapped between surrender

to him totally and the intoxicating feeling I

me?" His words were

how he had asked me that question a lot, and never for once had I asked

knew the answer

I removed

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the word slipping out before I could even think

his control, then removed it, leaving my skin tingling in

And it excited me.

something more, and I realized jon bow thoroughly

control

heard him move, the faint sound of a match striking, and then melled

the blindfolds, but I couldn't see

yet I still

process it, he pressed the flat of his hand against my back, guiding me forward onto my knees and forcing my

his touch firm, and my

my skin-not his hand, but something else. I felt it near my shoulder,

back

and maddening,

never felt so aware of

he asked, his tone filled with dark

stop it. hated

he was the only

drop creating its small eruption of warmth and sensation.

move, but his hand held me firmly in place. I

anymore, his hand slipped between