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A pang of guilt burns in my chest as the woman leads me to a fitting room. I try on the dress, admiring the way it hugs my curves and flows gracefully around my legs. It's beautiful, but I can't help feeling like I don't deserve it.
"This one's my favorite," Marco says, pulling back the curtain to the changing room without hesitation. And running his eyes over my body, lingering where the thin fabric drapes over the curve of my ass.. His hands are deep in his pockets, as if he's doing all he can to resist touching me. The idea that I'm threatening his self control thrills me.
For a moment I think of pulling him in here with me, shutting the curtain behind us and showing him just how much I appreciate his kind gesture. But then I stop. I didn’t want to take anything from him I couldn't pay back and there’s no way I can afford this dress, or the handful of others the shop assistant is laying out on a settee behind him.
"I can't let you spend so much money on me," I say, looking down at the dress.
"You're not letting me do anything," he replies, his voice firm. "I want to do this for you."
I bite my lip, feeling guilty. "I just...I don't want you to think that I'm taking advantage of you."
"You're not," he says, his voice softening. "I want to help you. And I can afford it. It makes me happy. Don’t you want to make me happy?"
I nod, feeling grateful for his generosity. "Thank you," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
He smiles, his eyes scanning my body. "You look beautiful," he says, his voice low and husky. "I'm tempted to take you back to the hotel and show you just how beautiful you look."
I can feel my cheeks burning at his words. "Marco," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
He steps closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Is that a yes?"
I bite my lip, feeling a rush of desire wash over me. "Yes," I whisper, turning to look at him.
He grins, his eyes darkening with lust. "Let's go," he says, taking my hand and leading me out of the boutique.
“But we haven’t even paid yet?” I protest as he leads me down the street wearing the dress I hadn’t changed out of yet.
“Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of. They’ll send over the rest this afternoon.”
“The rest?” Our quick pace and Masrco’s extraordinary generosity are making it hard to find my breath.
We make our way back to the hotel quickly, our fingers entwined as we weave through the bustling crowds of tourists and locals. I can feel my heart racing in my chest, my mind consumed with thoughts of Marco and what he might do to me.
When we arrive at the hotel, he leads me to his room, his hand hot against mine. He pushes the door open, pulling me inside before closing it with a quiet click.
"Marco," I say, my voice a low murmur.
“Tell me again that you want to make me happy, Filia.”
“I do,” I say. “I want to make you happy.”
“Good girl,” he says, tilting my chin so that I’m staring into his intense gray eyes.
"What are you going to do to me?" I ask breathlessly.
He steps closer, his hands finding my waist. "Whatever I want."
Chapter Six
His kiss is fierce, filled with passion, and it sends shivers down my spine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me as our tongues mingle together.
He breaks the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "Take off the dress," he commands, his voice low and husky.
I nod, my fingers trembling as I reach for the zipper. The dress falls to the ground in a soft whisper of fabric, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my underwear. He reaches for me, pulling me into his arms as his lips find my neck.
He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bed, laying me down gently as his hands roam over my body.
My breath comes out in shallow pants as he trails kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping gently at my skin. I moan softly, my hands running through his hair as his lips trail down my body.
