The Mafia Bride (Katrina and Silas)

The ride to the venue was filled with silence.

Silas sat right next to me with his eyes closed but I knew he was sleeping.

His presence filled the car, making it hard for me to focus on anything that wasn't him.

Silas tapped his fingers against his thigh calmly and I looked away from those fingers once more.

For some reason, each time I looked at his fingers, I was reminded of the sinful things that they could do and it made my

heart race.

I knew that I shouldn't be having those kinds of thoughts toward him, but I couldn't help it.

No, I couldn't help it.

But I didn't want to be helped

Unable to resist. I looked at his hands once more, staring at the line of veins that went from his fingers into the sleeves of his

shirt

That hand that was used to kill people could be used to please me.

The irony of it all.

"You're staring." Silas stated, breaking the silence. His voice was deep, reverberating through the room and that single thing made me heat up in a way I couldn't explain. Why was be affected this much by this one man?

My eyes snapped to him immediately but he wasn't even looking at me.

His eyes were still closed, but someone he managed to tell that I was staring at him.

"I was just I paused, thinking of a plausible excuse to say: "I was just wondering if you were healed up now," I immediately completed.

The excuse was flimsy, but at the moment it would work.

He looked like he was all good but I still had to ask.

"You don't need to worry about me," he replied, his tone even as af my concern was unnecessary.

And maybe it was very much unnecessary for me to have worried about his health earlier.

I nodded my head slowly even though he couldn't see me. I wasn't just concerned because he had caught me staring.

No, I was genuinely concerned about his bullet wound and the poison effect on his body.

I swallowed hard, my gaze unwillingly going back to his fingers.

How could something so simple have such a wild effect on me? I just didn't make sense.

It was just his hands, yet the longer I stared, the more my mind wandered to the things they could do to please me.

They were large and filled with veins, and staring at them longer made heat creep up my body. 1/7/3

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For some reason, all I could think of was how they would make good necklaces for me.

Thinking about Silas this way was surely a dangerous thing to do but at this point, I didn't think that I minded.

Images flooded my brain, memories of that day in his office when he'd done sinful things to me with those very hands

That was the very first time that someone had touched me in that manner, and it made me feel embarrassed and curious at the same time.

I wanted more.

My checks burned and I quickly looked away, mortified at my thoughts.

What was with these sinful thoughts? They felt so wrong, and I knew I shouldn't be thinking about them.

But why did my body keep reacting like this?

Why couldn't I stop thinking about him, about how all I wanted night now was to feel him again?

1 bit my

I bit my lip, a pathetic attempt made to snap myself out of it, but my eyes betrayed me again, trailing over his face this time.

Silas was beautiful.

He looked so calm, his features relaxed as he leaned against the car seat with his eyes closed.

His sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and dark lashes fluttered against his cheek.

He was undeniably good-looking, but it wasn't just that. It was something more, something that pulled me in no matter how hard I tried to resist.

My gaze slid lower, over the muscles that lay hidden beneath his shirt.

What would it feel like to have his body pressed against mine? The heat of him surrounding me, consuming me?

What would it feel like, to feel Silas?

Groaning, I slapped my hands on my cheeks lightly, shaking my head.

Katrina, you are not supposed to be getting such thoughts about your uncle.

You will not develop Stockholm's syndrome.

Up until now, I was being very wary of him.

If he wanted to he could destroy my life with those very hands that I fantasized about.

I tried once again to shake myself off whatever it was I was in, but all my efforts seemed futile.

Silas' eyes snapped open and he glanced at me casually.

I froze, my breath catching in my throat as his dark eyes met mine.

The intensity in his gaze was undeniable, a look that made my heart race all over again

Silas seemed like somehow that was going to destroy me if I got too close. I needed to stay as far away from him as possible.

But right now, as he stared into my eyes and 1 into his, different emotions swirling through them.

I didn't know if staying away from Silas was going to be possible

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This was going to be my undoing

"If you keep looking at me like that," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

"It's going to make things hard."

His words were laced with a meaning I couldn't fully understand, but they sent a jolt through me nonetheless.

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"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered, my lips parting slightly in confusion, trying to grasp what he was implying.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

His eyes flicked down to my mouth, and then lower, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe.

The air in the car seemed to shift, thick with tension.

Without warning. Silas raised the demarcation between us and the driver, giving us privacy.

My heart raced wildly and I struggled to keep it at bay.

His voice was husky as he leaned in slightly, his hot breath fanning against my face.

"You make it hard for me to hold back,"

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My reply was immediate, as though planned. My lips pulled up into a smirk, staring at him bravely though I was anything

but brave

"No one asked you to hold back,"

That sentence took away the last bit of control he had. His eyes turned feral as he grabbed my thigh lightly..

"Open your legs."

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