But right now, I don’t give afuckabout the meetings held here tonight that will shape what people read about in history books a hundred years from now.
“Um…” In the pied-a-terre I keep in Paris, Evelina blushes as she pauses in the doorway to the bedroom, wearing the gown I picked out for her.
I can’t tell if I should put her behind glass and hang her on the wall of The Louvre or chase her down, choke her with my cock while I spank her ass raw, and fuck her like a whore until she can’t walk straight.
“Both” is making an appealing case for itself, too..
There was a moment when I was considering a particularly dramatic black evening dress for her for this evening. There was also a stunning silvery-white number that I knew would make the metal in her eyes gleam.
But why try to fight the tide.
The pink, floor-length ball gown is decorated with gold filigree and silk flowers that cascade over the scooped neck, off-the-shoulder straps, and plunging back. The voluminous, layered tulle skirt blooms out from the fitted bodice, giving a full bell silhouette.
I didn’tjustpick this for her because it’s fucking pink, though. I picked it because the gown is a perfect blend of whimsical and sultry.
It’s carefree and dreamy, but also luxuriously provocative.
Princess meets submissive fuck toy.
The good girl with a trickle of cum running down her thighs.
It’s soher.
And fuck me… Evelina in that gown might be the death of me.
“Vaughn.”
Her shy voice pulls me from my thoughts.
“I…” Her mouth twists. “I can’t wear this.”
“I beg to differ. You’re doing a marvelous job.”
Her cheeks bloom with heat. “No, I mean…” Evelina chews on her lip and lifts her eyes to mine. “I googled the dress.”
I say nothing.
“Vaughn, I’m not wearing afour-hundred-thousand-dollardress to?—”
I step right into her personal space, running a finger up her jugular before I delicately cup her chin, lifting her big gray eyes to mine.
“Yes,” I murmur. “You are.”
“It’s…” She flushes. “It’sobscene. That’s so much money.”
“The only obscenities going on right now are the things that dress makes me want to do to youinit.”
Her breath catches sharply as my gaze locks with hers.
I smile darkly. “I’m also betting on it creating the same sort of obscenities in the minds of the men I’m meeting with tonight.” I arch a brow. “I want them confused. I want their thoughts wandering, thinking about you and that gown while I’m hammering out the finer points of our deals.”
I gently lace my fingers around her throat and lower my lips to her ear. “Besides, you look fucking amazing in it.”
Evelina shivers as I pull back from her, her wide eyes still locked on mine. “Thank you,” she whispers.
“Now—show me the other part.”
Her face turns scarlet.
