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

finally asked, my voice sharper 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 name when he didn't

to look

taking me to God knows where

not an answer," I snapped, my frustration bubbling over Why did you

question that had been bothering

didn't tell me you were going to be my professor, and what was all

put a stop to all the questions I was asking, and Silas seemed to be

exhaled, his knuckles tightening on the wheel. "You ask too many questions, Katrina." That only made me angrier. "And you give

before returning to the road. "Be quiet, or I'll make you regret

had kidnapped me, he was so cold to me then. And the same is happening now. It seemed as if we had

hated the power he had over me-the way he could make me feel so small with

There was a warehouse just in front and it looked like it had been abandoned for

here then? I couldn't think of

And I was right. A group

without a word, leaving me alone. I sat there, gripping my bag tightly, debating whether to follow him or stay

tell me to stay, but the

closing the

a single

his men, curiosity eating at me. The way 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 the longer I

Silas had to

think it through, I found myself stepping out of the car. I crept toward the warehouse, my heart hammering in my

luckily for me, I

only taken a step when I started to

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

breath quickening as I

moment I stepped inside, I wished I had listened to myself

again, it was already too late for me

Inhad to make sure Silas didn't see me. Their voices grew clearer as I moved closer to the source of the noise, and finally I

I mean it was more convenient to do it in their meeting room than to come

him that, but

men," Silas said, his voice sounding cold "I'm

Marcos? My father?

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Chapter 85