The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Chapter 85

Katrina's POV

The car ride was tense. I sat still with

my arms

crossed, stealing glances

at Silas as

he drove in silence.

None of use had said a word to the other ever since he threw me into his car

like a sack.

My heart was still pounding in my chest, the sting of his earlier actions lingering on my skin and in my mind. I hated him for humiliating me like that in front of everyone. How could he just spank me that way? What would people think

A professor spanking a student in public? It would cause an uproar.

But what scared me more was the part of me that didn't hate it. The part that wanted him to continue even though I hated it, that part he brought out.

Screaming mentally, I tried to stop myself from having lewd thoughts but that was easier said than done.

I could still feel his palm slapping against my skin, just below my ass. And it sent shivers down my spine.

Seriously Katrina? I hissed to myself, snapping out of my thoughts.

I sounded like a pervert right now and it irked me. I never they get spanked by their uncle?

It was morally wrong. But again, I never claimed to be good.

had such thoughts previously. I mean who gets turned on when

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to focus on the present. Looking outside the window, I realized that the streets grew less familiar as Silas drove farther away from the campus

Where was he taking me? Cause this didn't look like the way back home.

I looked between Silas who still had his eyes on the road, driving silently and out my surprised if he wanted to get rid of me.

window once more.

I wouldn't be

than I intended. I knew Silas wouldn't hurt me, more like I deluded "Where are we myself to believe that. But it wouldn't hurt if I found out where exactly we were going. "Silas?" I called his

look at me.

was taking me to God knows where

frustration bubbling over Why did you even come to the school? What was that

asked the question that had

me you were going to be my professor, and what was all

to all the questions I

on the wheel. "You ask too many questions, Katrina."

me for a brief second before returning to the road. "Be

seemed like the first day after he had kidnapped me, he was so cold to me then. And the same is happening now. It seemed as if we had gone back to square one

pounding faster. I hated the power he had over me-the way he could make

There was a warehouse just in front and it looked like it had been abandoned for years. Just one wrong

we doing here then? I couldn't think of

it had to do with the mafia. And I was right. A group of Silas's men

alone. I sat there, gripping my bag

didn't tell me to

me before closing the door said

wasn't allowed to take a single

they moved and they kept turning around to look at me as they walked in. it was clear something big was happening. And whatever if was, I wasn't allowed to know. I should've stayed in the car. I knew that. But

that Silas had to drag me

myself stepping out of the car. I crept toward the warehouse, my heart

the cat? Well luckily for me, I am

had only taken a step when

don't have to know," I said to myself

breath quickening as I approached the slightly ajar

stepped inside, I wished I had listened to

too late for me to head back

Silas didn't see me. Their voices grew clearer as I moved closer to the source of the noise, and finally I could see them. Silas stood

why couldn't they do this at home? I mean it was more convenient to do it in their meeting room

wanted to ask him that, but

voice sounding

Marcos? My father?

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Chapter 85