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Vito holds it out to me and again he looks far too entertained. His fingers graze mine as I grab the bag. “Try this on.”
I take the bag, keeping my thoughts of disappointment to myself.
I move into the dressing room, pulling the curtains back. It’s unnecessary. Vito has already seen every inch of my skin.
I shuck my regular clothes to the side, leaving on my bra and panties, even though my bra straps show with the dress being sleeveless. It cuts right above my chest, showing the perfect amount of cleavage while remaining modest. There’s silver jewels covering the top part of the dress and the waist pulls in before flaring slightly at the bottom. It stops at my ankles.
Turning around, I notice the way it emphasizes my hips and ass. The yellow compliments my brown skin.
It's perfect.
I should have known it would be.
Vito has yet to pick anything out that isn’t flattering on me.
I pull the curtain back, moving into the main room.
Vito is back on the couch and his eyes trace my every motion. He gestures with his finger for me to spin around and I do so, aware of his intense inspection.
“Perfect,” he says, his eyes moving up to mine. “Come here.”
My feet have a mind of their own, moving right over to him.
A whoosh leaves my breath as he pulls me closer to him, his eyes continuing to move over me. “The bra needs to go,” he says, rising to his feet.
His eyes hold mine as his hands move to the top of the dress. He pushes it down slowly until it's falling at my feet.
Definitely not necessary in order to only take my bra off but I don’t complain.
He picks the dress up, tossing it onto the arm of the couch.
His hands come around my back, unbuttoning the clasp on the bra. My breasts spill out unceremoniously and he tosses the bra to the side as his hands come up to cup my tits.
He rolls a nipple between his fingers.
A shiver runs down my spine.
The dress is long forgotten.
“Have you thought about it?” he asks.
“Thought about what?” I try to press closer into him.
“About who your favorite fuck is.”
My mouth goes dry. “I don’t have one.” The truth.
They’re all so different in so many ways. Vito was the first to give me pleasure that I enjoyed, versus taking everything for himself. But even still, I can’t pick a favorite.
They’ve all made my legs shake as my sanity left the building.
“Hmmm, I think we need to change that,” he says before leaning down and pulling my nipple into his mouth.
My brain is telling me to think, that I’m falling headfirst into the unknown of my relationship with Costa men. But my body tells my brain to shut up as Vito’s fingers slip inside of my panties.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: ENZO
Taking Ettore and Primo to the airport should be a simple task.
