The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Katrina's POV

Silas's body pressed firmly against mine, his heat overwhelming and driving me insane. He had taken off my blindfolds and restraints, sending relief through me:

The throbbing between my legs got worse and I clenched my thighs together, rubbing them.

"Go ahead and touch yourself, let me enjoy watching you," He said, his voice dripping with lust.

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"I won't please you, until you show me how you please yourself, Silas threatened next and slowly, my fingers slid between my legs.

My cheeks heated up in embarrassment, but at the same time I needed to do whatever I could to bring pleasure to myself.

I rubbed my index against my clit, feeling the wetness in my fingers.

"Go ahead Katrina. I'd punish you if you hesitate," Silas threatened and I slipped two fingers inside of me, pushing my panties to the side.

I slapped my other hands against my lips, an attempt to keep myself my moaning out loudly.

"Fuck, Katrina." Silas groaned, his lips trailing down my neck as I pleasured myself. He pulled my hands away from my

mouth at the exact moment a moan tore free from my throat.

The room felt like it was spinning, the air filled with soft moans from me as I worked my fingers in and out. I was wet, driving myself to ecstasy but it just wasn't enough. I wanted- no, I needed something else.

Silas pushed my hands away, replacing it with his. His other hand roamed my skin, making every nerve come alive.

His hips pressed against me and I could fell his hard in pressing into me.

I felt his fingers tugging at the waistband of my underwear, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "I'm going to ruin you, Katrina."

The words sent a shiver through me, but before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "Silas, wait!"

It felt as if we were going to go all the way today and he didn't know I was still a virgin.

He froze instantly, his body going rigid. His dark eyes met mine searching. "What's wrong?"

What was wrong? I've known a lot of guys who ran away when they found out I was a virgin because no one wanted to deal with that. And I didn't want Silas to do that.

So I hesitated, biting into my lip. "I... I've never done this before I forced out, waiting for what his reaction would be.

The silence that followed was deafening, my heart racing.

Come on, say something. I urged mentally, the silence driving me mad.

Silas pulled back slightly, his brows furrowing. "What do you mean, never?"

He seemed a bit confused and so Inhad no choice but to spell it out.

My cheeks burned. "I mean... I'm a virgin."

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His entire demeanor shifted and my lips fell. Silas pushed himself off me, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. His jaw clenched as he muttered something under his breath, too low for me to hear but it sounded like a cuss. I sat up, confused and suddenly self-conscious. "Why are you upset? It's not like I lied to you."

I mean, I even told him on time.

Silas's gaze snapped to mine, frustration written on his face. "Why didn't you tell me, Katrina? That's not something you just leave out."

I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest. "I didn't think it mattered."

And I didn't exactly 'leave it out' I just told him. I couldn't see why he was upset.

He let out a sharp laugh, though there was no humor in it. "Of course, it matters! This is your first time. It's supposed to mean something."

I glared at him, anger bubbling up. "Is it such a crime that I'm a virgin?"

Silas leaned closer, his dark eyes narrowing. "It's not a crime. It's important because it's your first. You should enjoy it, Katrina."

opened my mouth to argue, but his expression changed. His gaze darkened, the frustration in his eyes replaced by something far more dangerous, something that made my pussy clench.

"Not that it matters," he said, his voice dropping to a low, heated tone, "because even if it wasn't your first, you'd still enjoy it. I'd make sure of that."

Before I could respond, he reached for me again, his hands gentle as if he was scared to hurt me

.He peeled away the rest of my clothes with deliberate care, his touch sending sparks through my skin. The restraints on my wrists were undone already but I didn't move.

Silas cupped my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I want you to be here with me, Katrina. Not just physically but mentally I want you to feel everything, to enjoy every second of me worshiping your body."

My breath hitched as he leaned down, his lips brushing over mine. The way he spoke, the intensity in his eyes-it made me forget everything else.

For these moment, I just wanted to get lost in him.

And then, just as his hand slid down my stomach, his fingers brushing the edge of where I ached for him most, he stepped.

"Tell me, Katrina," he whispered, his lips brushing over my ear, are you ready to let me show you what it feels like to be mine?"

The question lingered in the air, thick with tension, leaving me breathless and trembling.

-Was I ready?

Silas didn't wait for my answer. His lips captured mine, knocking the breath out from my lungs.

His kiss was hot, controlling, leaving no room for hesitation. When he pulled back, I was dazed, the room spun all around

1. me.

His dark gaze locked in on me, keeping me in place.

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"You'll tell me if it's too much," he murmured, his voice low, filled with authority. "But tonight, I'll show you what it means to be mine."

I nodded, unable to form words as he towered over me.

His hands gripped my hips, pulling me to the center of the bed. He reached into the bedside drawer, retrieving a silk tie and a blindfold.

This was different from the ones he had used earlier, just how many does he own?

"Trust me," he said softly, though the command in his voice was clear.

He wouldn't do anything I didn't want, but he was going to test how much I could take.

"Do you remember our safe word?" He asked and my mind instantly flew to the hilarious word I had chosen.

Spongebob.

I swallowed hard but nodded again. The anticipation in my chest burned hotter as he gently tied the silk around my wrists, looping it around the headboard to keep me in place. The blindfold followed, plunging me into darkness. I couldn't see, I couldn't move. I was starting to get used to this position and each time I anticipated it.

"Silas...." I whispered, my voice trembling.

"Shh," he soothed, pressing a kiss to my lips. "Just feel, Katrina. Don't think."

I tensed at first, my senses heightened, every brush of his hands against my skin amplified. Silas kissed along my neck, trailing lower, leaving a path of heat in his wake.

"You're already trembling," he teased, his lips grazing the swell of my breast.

I couldn't respond, the sensations were too overwhelming. The music, his touch-it was all consuming. Driving me insane.

And I loved it.

His tongue flicked over my nipple, and I gasped, pulling against the restraints.

"Stay still," he ordered, slapping my face. I gasped when his palm came in contact with my face, but this was different.

His mouth continued its torment, alternating between soft kisses and sharp bites that made me arch into him. When he moved lower, pressing kisses down my stomach, I felt like I was on fire. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music. "Every inch of you."

The first stroke of his tongue between my legs had me crying out, my hips bucking. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he worked me over with a precision that made my head spin. Silas put in the earbuds once more, increasing the volume.

I couldn't see him, couldn't hear him-but I could feel him. Every flick of his tongue, every scrape of his teeth sent shockwaves through me.

The music in my ears seemed to match the rhythm of his movements, building me higher and higher until I was sure I'd

break.

"Silas, please..." I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.

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He didn't stop, his tongue relentless, his fingers joining in to push me further. My body tensed, the pleasure coiling tight until it snapped, a wave of ecstasy crashing over me.

I was breathless, trembling, but Silas wasn't done. He kissed his way back up my body, his lips hovering over mine.

"You're perfect," he whispered, pulling the blindfold from my eyes and the earbuds from my ears.

The world came rushing back, and I met his intense gaze. He reached up, untying my wrists but holding them firmly in his hands.

"I've only just started, Katrina," he said, his voice dark and full of promise. "Are you ready to let me show you more?"

The question lingered in the air, his lips brushing mine as the promise of what was to come made my body tremble.

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