The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 76

Katrina's POV

My heart beat wildly in my chest, racing at a million miles over hours.

We had been arguing a few moments ago and I had sworn I hated Silas with all that was in me.

And yet here I was.

My breaths came fast as I tried to steady myself, my hands still hanging above my head

I couldn't see anything around me: I didn't know where Silas was

I couldn't tell what he was doing because I was on a blindfold, but it made it more exhilarating

Anything could happen at any time and I wouldn't be expecting

Silas had already driven me to the edge over and over, leaving me in a haze of overwhelming sensation. Yet I wanted more-no, I needed more

I sounded like a nymphomaniac at the moment, but I didn't care

Silay dragged his hands over my body, massaging gently as he took it lower.

At that moment, I felt something cold press against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

The contrast between the warmth of the wax and the sudden chill jolted my senses.

This was different from the first. It felt almost wet.

He trailed it over my shoulder, then down to my collarbone, an icy line that left my skin tingling

lower, drifting over my exposed stomach and stopping just above my

between the unexpected chill and the heat that still throbbed within me. couldn't get tired

if he enjoyed my helpless

what he was

pulled me up, his hands moving to untie

commanded, guiding me to face a mirror across

then I saw myself-flushed, vulnerable, and

clothes had been taken off at some point, hickeys scattering all over his

bound wrists rested above my head, every inch of me exposed

humiliating, but at the same time,

you beg for me?" he murmured, standing behind

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on my face as he forced him to

cheeks flushed, but I couldn't tear

I whispered, answering his

sight of my desire stared back at me, an image

the air, and I felt a vibrator press

gasped, shutting my legs tighter with

grabbed my legs, forcing them

and

me through the mirror, his hand controlling

and I tried to clamp my legs shut, a cru

he

soft but demanding. "how badly do you

and pleading.

I was desperate.