“Don’t even think about it. You would just get hurt and that will hurt your sister more. Think of it this way. If you come with me to this event, you’ll get to see your sister again.”
Hope flares in my chest and then is quickly dashed when I think on it more. “But that will only hurt more. Seeing my sister and knowing I can’t return to her.”
“You can either come or not come. It’s your choice.”
I inhale sharply. “You’re actually giving me a choice?”
“Yes. I’m going to taunt Erik but if you don’t want to go, I won’t make you.”
I eye him with suspicion. “Why?”
“Because I don’t want your sad mood ruining my night.”
His words make me flinch. “You’re so mean to me.” When I look back at him, I notice a softening in his eyes.
“You’re my prisoner. Why would I be anything else?” He asks it so gently that it makes it sting even more. It’s like he’s trying to ask me if there could be anything else between us.
We both know they’re can’t be.
The last thing I want to do is go to an event dressed as a doll but if it means seeing Anya again and getting an opportunity to escape, I have to take it, even if I end up more hurt after it’s all done.
Slowly, I take the dress. “I’ll go.”
Dante’s mood instantly shifts and he gives me a large grin. “Excellent. I’ll help you change.” His fingers skim my stomach as he grabs the end of my shirt and pulls it off me. I never bother sleeping in a bra so my bare chest is on display for him to see.
His eyes darken as his fingers skim down to my pants.
“I can change myself,” I whisper.
“I know you can. But this is more fun. Isn’t it?” He pushes my pants down, then rests his hands right above my underwear. “I think your body was made for me.”
“No.”
“You can deny it all you want but you feel it too.” He runs his fingers along my waist, causing goosebumps to break out on my skin. Without meaning to, I find myself leaning into his touch.
His hands suddenly grab my panties and rip them down. I gasp. Dante kneels before me and looks up at me with those dark eyes of his.
“I could just place a kiss right on your pretty pussy. Would you want that?”
I swallow hard. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what you want? Poor innocent Nadia. You haven’t been allowed to explore your pleasure before. If you just let me in, I could open your eyes to so much more in this life.”
“You’re asking me to betray my family and I can’t do that.”
“Ok.” He kisses my stomach, startling me. “Not for now but maybe in the future.” He stands back up and grabs the dress. “I’d rather you go without underwear. It excites me knowing I can just reach under your dress and touch you whenever I want.”
I clamp my legs together to fight against the desire running through me. “Not without my consent.”
Dante doesn’t comment on that and instead, helps me get into the dress. I’ll admit: it’s beautiful on me. It fits me perfectly and the color goes well with my pale skin and brown hair. For the first time in my life, I look like a vixen. A seductress.
Why do I like that idea?
Dante stands behind me with his hands on my waist. “You look good enough to eat.”
“You would kill me that way.”
“Would I?” He presses his nose against my neck, making me gasp. “Or would eating you bring you so much fucking pleasure you wouldn’t know what do with yourself?”
