God fucking dammit, Diablo, you are distracting me too.
I stare at him, a few weighted seconds passing while he stares back, and I contemplate this…attraction. Yes, I hate it. But then it’s not justmewho’s feeling it. As confirmed by the way his dark eyes are now gliding down my chest, coveting the new piercing in my left nipple. I didn’t have it the last time he saw me…
Maybe I was on the right track at Edge. Maybedistractioncould be my weapon for now…
Until I get that knife back.
Setting down the clothes he gave me, I lift an accusatory brow. “You’re just going to sit there while I get dressed?”
“Is that a problem?” He murmurs snidely.
“Yes,” I grumble, battling his condescension with my own snark. “Ever heard of privacy?”
His grin goes devilish. “But I’ve kissed it, cariño.” He leans back on his elbows. “Tasted it… Run my tongue up and down it while you—”
“That was through the clothes,” I teem under my breath.
We go on having another staring contest until he eventually sighs and lies back again, petulantly covering his eyes with his hands.
“Better, baby bird?”
My jaw tics in endless irritation for this psychotic asshole and his bizarre seductive superpowers. Honestly, how can he be so infuriating while also being solely responsible for the yearning flames licking my insides…? All those spots onlyheseems to set on fire.
Spinning, I give him my back, assuming he’ll be peeking, because he doesn’t exactly boastintegrity. The thought has mesmirking to myself while I drop my towel, looking over what he picked for me and wondering if there was any rhyme or reason to his selection.
But as soon as I see what it is, I realize…yea. There is definitely a reason.
It’s a dress. Similar to the negligee I was wearing for way too long, which I have since thrown away—so I guess it’s nice that there’s another one like it.
Ugh, focus, you ditz! This is awkward.
I’m not sure why he’s giving me a dress to put on right now.Does he think this is all I wear after he saw me in one last night?
And how would he have known that if he built this place four years ago??
I want to ask these questions, but he already told me to stop once, and I don’t exactly want to piss him off more. I mean, Ido, but I probably shouldn’t.
Right now I’m jut nervous because I don’t know what he wants from me. I have a few ideas…The dress from Fendi’sescortcollection confirms it a bit more.
Either way, I think I’m more worried about keepingmyselfunder control than him, and that’s a problem.
Releasing a breath, I bite the bullet and just step into the underwear, since I’m taking way too long. They’re a bit more normal than the lace ones. Not that I have a problem with lace… I think we know I don’t. But it’s not something I wear all the time, especially when being held hostage inside a giant birdcage by a rich, evil mafioso. It just screams,You belong to me now, another idea I refuse to deal with my eager feelings on right now.
These panties are closer to what I usually like to wear for everyday occasions, only the ones I buy are technically for men, and these are not. There should be no conceivable reason he would know that, though, since I was wearing regular briefsduring our last encounter. Granted, they were still bougie as hell.I haven’t worn straight guy undies since I was like thirteen.
You could say I have athingfor undergarments. Not quite a kink, I don’t think… But I definitely feel sexier when I’m wearing some hot panties.
Let’s just say you won’t catch me in boxers. No shade, there are just so many better options to make my butt look fucking awesome. If they happen to technically be designed for women, so be it.
He also gave me knee-high stockings to go with the dress, but I’m going to pass since I’m sorta feeling how smooth my legs are right now.
Lastly, I pull the dress on over my head, unable to help the subtle grin tweaking my lips. I look hot, which pisses me off even more, so I scowl it down.
I hate admitting that he somehow knows my style. I also hate the way the attention to detail in this abduction is starting to make it feel like Idobelong to him now.
Like he’s a sultan and I’m the concubine he just bought with an ox and some spices from the east.
I catch sight of the price tag on the dress and roll my eyes to the moon and back.
