The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

"Wh-what do you mean?" I stuttered out, my heart hammering in my chest

"Make a decision on if you want me, Katrina. But know if you say yes there's no going back from it, Silas warned, staring down at me.

If I wanted him? If I wanted to be in his sub

My mind screamed no, for me to run but my entire body betrayed me.

How can I say I didn't want him when I was already wet and dripping?

I knew this was all because of the sexual attraction between us, but if I said yes to it, would I want more than that?

Even if I wanted it, would Silas give me a bit moremof himself?

I wasn't quite sure about that.

My gaze met his and the battle in my mind slowly faded.

I couldn't refuse him, not when every piece of my being wanted him.

I wanted to say no, to push away from him and leave, but I lost the battle before it even started.

Yes, I whispered, barely audible but I knew he heard it.

A small smile rugged at his lips and his eyes darkened with lust.

My heart thumped faster as he raked his eyes over my body, taking in every little detail about me.

I felt conscious of my body at this point. What if he suddenly doesn't like my body?

What if it's too pale for him?

Different thoughts ran through my mind, making me feel less of my self.

What if I'm not what he truly wants?

I turn my face away, avoiding his gaze

"Do not hide from me, Katrina. You're perfect. Every y curve, every inch of you,"

"And if you don't believe it, let me show you," He leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that made my head spin.

It was powerful, raw and it left me feeling high, as if I was floating.

My hands which were still cuffed above my head couldn't touch him and the frustration-only heightened my desire.

Silas pulled back slightly, his breath warm against my skin.

"Pick a safe word, he instructed, his fingers grazing the edge

"Something that will make me stop when you need it."

A safe word, huh?

A word I'd use when things get too intense and I wouldn't be able to handle it.

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11:43 Thu, Nov 21 B.

My mind scrambled, still dizzy from the kiss.

"Spongebob," I blurted out, not fully thinking. It was the first thing that came to mind and so I used it.

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"Spongebob, it is," His hands roamed down my bdy, making me shiver. "Now relax, Katrina. Let me worship you.

This was the first time I was doing something like this. What if don't do it well?

I couldn't control the thoughts I was getting and relaxing seemed like a foreign thing to me.

Silas grabbed a bottle of oil from the nightstand, pouring a small amount into his palms before rubbing them together.

"Lie flat on the back, Silas ordered and I did exactly as he said, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

"You're still tense Katrina," He said while placing his palm on my shoulders.

The coolness of the oil sent shivers down my spine and up.

His touch was firm yet soothing as he began to massage my body, starting with my shoulders and working his way down.

When his fingers slipped lower, teasing between my legs, a moan escaped my lips.

Silas slid a finger inside me and my body responded immediately, arching toward him.

He moved slowly, expertly while his other hand still massaging my hips.

"Relax" he whispered. "Let go. I'm only going light today,"

"I'd only use my fingers today"

His words were both reassuring and teasing, but they didn't stop the overwhelming sensation building inside me.

I felt disappointed when be said he would only use his fingers, but I couldn't complain about that.

"Have you ever done this with anyone else?" he asked, his voice low and soft, but the question felt like a test.

I felt embarrassed by the question and I bit my cheek, turning my face away as I moaned loudly.

"Answer me Katrina, have you let another man touch you this way?" his fingers moved in and out me, bringing tears to my eyes and I arched my back in pleasure.

I shook my head, biting my lip to stop me from crying out.

"No," I managed to say, breathless.

Silas' grin widened, a dark satisfaction settling in his eyes. "Good" he whispered, increasing the pressure just enough to make

me tremble.

His hand remained between my legs, his fingers moving slowly but It didn't bring the release I wanted

My breathing came in shallow gasps, and the ache inside me grew unbearable.

Every time I thought he might give me the release I craved, he paused, letting the anticipation build and leaving me

wanting more.

It was frustrating, my body was crying from the torture, but I couldn't do anything.

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"You're so responsive, Katrina Silas murmured, wrapping his fingers around my neck.

llips parted, my tongue hanging as I panted heavily.

This one action sending waves through me.

1 couldn't control my body anymore.

"I barely touch you, and your body trembles like this. Silas tightened his hand around my neck, cutting off my airflow lightly.

His fingers resumed their torturous rhythm, sliding in and out at a maddeningly slow pace.

The heat between us was overwhelming and my wrists strained against the cuffs above my head, desperate to touch him and to pull him closer.

He touched me all he wanted but I could barely reach for him.

Look at you," he said, his voice soft but teasing. "Already dripping for me, so needy.

I whimpered, unable to stop myself.

The sound only seemed to encourage him and he chuckled darkly, a low, satisfied sound that made my skin tingle.

Fuck Katrina. I can feel myself coming just from watching you. Silas hissed, bringing my attention to the still obvious hard on in his pants.

If anything, it seemed to have gotten bigger, if that was possible

"You like this, don't you?" Silas asked while his thumb circled a sensitive spot that made my body jerk.

Tell me,"

I bit my hip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to spill out but he wasn't having it.

His fingers thrust deeper and I gasped, unable to resist the pleasure that flooded my body.

"Say it," he demanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience

"Tell me how much you want this, Katrina,"

"Yes," I choked out, throwing my head back. "I want it,

Tears streamed down the corner of my eyes,

Silas' lips curled into a smile, his fingers still working me with infuriating skill. "Good girl," he whispered, the praise sending a shiver down my spine.

My legs quivered, barely able to hold me up anymore and I felt the tension tighten inside me.

Every touch by him, every word be say pushed me closer to the edge, but he never let me fall over.

He had complete control over me and he knew it.

His fingers slowed again, drawing out the moment, keeping me hanging on the brink.

My body screamed for release but he pulled back just enough to keep it out of reach, leaving me frustrated and desperate.

"You're close, aren't you? Silas asked, his voice a low rumble against my neck.

I nodded frantically but he wasn't satisfied with that.

"Use your words,"

"Please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper. "I'm so close,"

Silas hummed, clearly pleased with my desperation, but instead of giving me what I wanted he stopped altogether.

I let out a frustrated cry, my body trembling with unfulfilled desire.

"Not yet," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

"You'll wait until I'm ready. You're not allowed to come until I let you,"

He removed his hand, leaving me empty and aching, my entire body shaking with need.

I looked up at him, my lips parted, pleading silently but the smirk on his face told me that he was in no hurry to finish what he'd started.

"You'll get your release when I say so," he said, his voice calm and authoritative.

"And nor a moment before. I would punish you if you even think about it,"

My heart pounded in my chest, the combination of frustration and desire overwhelming me.

As much as I hated how he held me on the edge, I couldn't deny how much I craved his control.

This was a part of me I wasn't aware of and Silas made me notice it.

The tension between us crackled, a silent promise of what was to come. But for now he left me aching for him, knowing I had no choice but to obey.