The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

Katrina's POV_

I couldn't breath.

The anticipation of what Silas would do next made my body ache in ways I didn't know were possible.

I was still on the floor with my chest pressed to the ground and my ass in thr air

Every nerve felt raw, every sensation amplified by the blindfold still wrapped tightly around my eyes. My wrists were bound, my body bare and exposed, but instead of fear, all I felt was an overwhelming need to please him. Silas's hands skimmed over my body, his touch light, teasing. "You're trembling, Katrina," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, Master," I whispered, shaking my head even though I couldn't see him.

"Good," he said, satisfaction dripping from his tone. "Because I'm not done with you."

His hands gripped my hips, lifting me slightly so that my ass arched higher into the air.

I felt his warmth behind me, the hard press of his cock brushing against my entrance once more, sending waves of desire through me.

It felt as if he was teasing me, waiting for me to beg him to fuck me. I waiting for the moment I would break. But I wasn

exactly trying to hold on.

"Silas..." I breathed, my voice shaky with need. I pressed my ass against his cock, grinding against him.

He chuckled darkly. "So eager. So desperate."

I pushed back against him, needing him to fill me, but instead, his palm came down hard on my ass.

The sharp sting made me gasp, the pain blending perfectly with the pleasure it gave me.

"You don't get to decide when, Katrina," he said, his tone firm yet it was obvious it took everything for him to not claim me there. "I decide." "Yes, Master," I whimpered, my body trembling from his touch. No one has ever touched me this way.

Silas leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," I whispered without hesitation.

"Good."

I felt his fingers return, slipping between my folds. He teased me, sliding against my entrance but never giving me what I truly wanted. I moaned, my legs trembling as he worked me into a frenzy.

"More, please," I begged, grounding my hips against his fingers. My head spun as he took me to the edge, my teeth biting into the rug. "You're soaking for me," he said, his voice filledwith pride. "But you'll have to earn your reward."

Before I could respond, I felt his fingers trail lower, circling the puckered entrance of my ass. My breath hitched, and my

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I had never been touched there before. I always said I would never let anyone go near my ass, but look at me now.

Low-key I knew I wanted it.

"Relax, Katrina," he said softly. "I told you, I'll take care of you."

And just like the first time, I relaxed my body, letting myself enjoy it.

"That's it," he said, his tone soothing me over. "You're taking me so well. Such a good girl."

His fingers moved deeper, stretching me carefully, and my body began to adjust to the intrusion. I moaned softly, the sound surprising even me.

"See?" he said, his free hand stroking my back. "You were made to take everything I give you."

I felt happy, and worst of all I was enjoying it with each passing second.

"Please," I whimpered, unsure of what I was begging for.

Silas withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty. "You've done well," he said. "But now, it's time to truly submit to me."

I heard the sound of him stroking himself, the slickness of his precum mixing with the wetness of my own arousal as he stroked himself close to my entrance.

My heart raced, my body tensed with anticipation as he positioned himself behind me.

This was the first time I was doing this and I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the pain.

I shit my eyes tight as he pressed against my entrance, my nails digging into my flesh.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

"Breathe," he whispered, his hands gripping my hips and stroking softly.

It was hard to relax myself but I nodded, bracing myself for him

Silas tried once again and I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushed in slowly and I gasped loudly. Silas paused allowing me to adjust to his size. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but the pleasure that followed was undeniable. "You feel so tight," Silas groaned, his voice strained as he sank in deeper. "So perfect."

I cried out, my body arching as he filled me completely. The sensation was everything-pain, pleasure, and a raw intimacy that left me breathless.

"You're mine, Katrina," Silas said, his voice possessive. "Every part of you belongs to me."

Every part of me belonged to him. I

"Yes, Master," I gasped, my voice breaking as he began to move.

His thrusts were slow at first, allowing me to feel every inch of him. But as I adjusted, his pace quickened, his hips snapping against mine with a force that made me cry out

"Master," I moaned loudly. With how loud my voice was, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone in the building heard me.

"Look at you," he said, his hand sliding up my back to grip the back of my neck. "Taking me so well. You're perfect."

I moaned, the sound muffled by the rug beneath me as Silas claimed me completely. His grip on my neck tightened, his

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other hand coming down to stroke between my legs. The dual sensations pushed me closer to the edge, and I could feel my orgasm building rapidly.

Fuck, I was close to coming.

"Come for me, Katrina," Silas ordered, his voice filled with desire.

His words were all it took. My body tensed, scream tearing from my throat as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Silas didn't stop, his movements driving me insane as he got to his own release.

"Good girl," he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic.

With a low growl, Silas buried himself deep inside me, his body shuddering as he found his release. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing heavily, the room filled with the sound of our shared pleasure and I could smell our release. Silas swept me off the rug in one smooth motion, carrying me toward the bed.

My wrists were still bound and my body trembled with anticipation. I could feel the hard muscles of his chest against my skin and I pressed against him, trying to close the distance between our bodies.

He laid me down gently, but his touch was anything but soft. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them apart as he knelt between my legs.

The bed dipped beneath his weight, and I bit my lip, my breath hitching when his dark eyes locked onto mine.

"On top," he commanded, his voice rough and low. "I want to see you take me."

I hesitated for only a moment before straddling him, my movements shaky but eager.

I was excited, 'my body felt hot and heat puddles at the pit of my stomach.

Silas leaned back, his hands resting on my hips as I hovered above him. His cock brushed against my entrance, the teasing contact making me shiver.

"Don't make me wait," he said impatiently, his eyes boring holes through me.

I sank down slowly, his length stretching me inch by inch. My breath caught in my throat, and my head fell back as I took him in.

The fullness was overwhelming, almost too much, but I didn't want to stop.

"Look at me," Silas growled, gripping my chin and forcing my gaze back to his. "I want to see your face while

you

ride me."

The words he said sent shivers down my spine but I did exactly as he said.

My cheeks tinged red in embarrassment, but never for once did I take my eyes off him.

Slowly, I moved. I rolled my hips at first, finding a rhythm that sent jolts of pleasure through my body.

His hands guided me, gripping my hips so tightly I was sure there would be bruises later. At the moment I didn't care about that, I could only focus on this.

"That's it," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Take what you need

The way he filled me was intoxicating and truly maddening.

My pace quickened, my thighs burning as I rode him harder. Silas groaned, his head tipping back as his grip on me tightened.

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"You're so fucking perfect, he muttered, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. He pinched my nipples, and I gasped, the sharp sensation adding to the growing pressure in my core. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Silas's hands moved back to my hips, holding me still.

"My turn," he said, his voice turning darker.

Before I could respond, he flipped me onto my stomach, pressing me into the mattress. My bound hands were pinned above my head, his weight holding me down.

I felt utterly at his mercy, and I loved every second of it.

"You're going to take me like this," he said, his breath hot against my car. "And you're going to love it."

His cock slid into me from behind and I cried out, the angle hitting deeper than before.

One of his hands pressed between my shoulder blades, keeping me pinned, while the other gripped my hip.

"Stay still," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

He thrust into me, each movement hard, making me moan loudly.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, each slap driving me closer to the edge. My cheek pressed into the sheets, and I could feel the heat of his body enveloping me completely. "You're mine," Silas growled, his grip tightening. "Say it."

"I'm yours," I gasped, my voice muffled against the mattress.

"Louder," he demanded, slapping my ass hard enough to make me yelp.

"I'm yours!" I cried out, the words tumbling from my lips without hesitation.

Silas's pace quickened, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate. The pressure inside me built to a breaking point, my body shaking as pleasure consumed me.

Silas wasn't far behind. With a final, deep thrust, he stilled, his body tensing as he groaned my name. His weight pressed against me, his breaths heavy in my ear as we both met our release.

For a moment, neither of us moved, the room silent except for the sound of our breathing. Then Silas leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.

"You were perfect," he murmured, his voice softer now.

I smiled against the sheets, my body exhausted but satisfied.

The heat in his gaze reignited the fire inside me, even as my body ached from his earlier intensity, Silas wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me up and into his lap as he sat back against the headboard.

"Stay here," he murmured, brushing my damp hair away from my face. His lips met mine in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the roughness he'd shown moments ago.

In one simple move, he untied my hands, letting them fall freely by my sides.

I melted against him, my head resting on his chest as his fingers traced lazy circles on my back. My eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion beginning to take over

"You're mine, Katrina," he said quietly, his voice a low rumble in my ear. "Don't forget that."

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"I won't," I murmured, my voice barely audible.

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And I wouldn't. No matter how complicated this arrangement was, no matter how much danger surrounded us, I knew one thing for sure.

I belonged to Silas.

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