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“Meaning.”
Her uncertainty had me smiling. With me, she couldn’t hide behind the mask of Sophia Morelli for very long. I made her feel too much, want too much, need too much.
If I could only make her believe it was the same way for me in reverse. But I’d fucked up, and now I’d pay the price.
Slowly, I’d make the sacrifice even if it meant I paid my penance in blood.
“You’re going to watch while I turn you into a masterpiece, and then I’m going to fuck you.”
Her attention shifted to the box. “With those?”
“What’s wrong with them?”
She frowned and then sighed. “I rejected that design after spending too much time and money on all the buttery silks. I wanted it to be the centerpiece of the collection, but in the end, it turned out to be a dud.”
“Then I’ll use your leftovers to make you into my masterpiece.”
Her mouth curved up at the corner. “Are you planning to give me a run for my money in the fashion industry?”
“Something like that.” I kissed her forehead and tugged her to stand, turning her to face a full-length mirror with her back to my front.
My body dwarfed hers, all but engulfing it in size. But something had changed about Sophia. There seemed to be an aura of fragility around her that wasn’t there before, making her seem even more delicate and precious.
However, on top of it all sat that iron will of hers, determined to build the walls of her defenses to keep me and everyone out.
I planned to break down those barriers even if it killed me.
Holding her gaze in the reflection, I undressed her. First, I removed her shoes and socks, then her linen pants. I continued until I had her completely naked.
Her body was a work of art, especially her full hips and breasts. She modeled on the runways but with an atypical body type. There was nothing overly skinny about her. I wanted to feast on her, gorge on her, lock her away in my penthouse, and keep her all to myself. But she was no longer mine.
Soon. Fucking soon. That would change. By the end of the night, soon.
“Are you going to join me in this nude exhibition?” She licked her lips and then ran a finger down the center of her breasts in a teasing caress meant to entice.
“Eventually. The second I strip. I’ll want to bury myself deep inside you. So we’ll hold off on that for now.” Then, before I could stop myself, I stupidly asked a question I already knew the answer to, “Do you trust me?”
The humor disappeared from her eyes, and she shook her head. “No.”
The speed with which she answered felt as if she had shot me in the heart.
No matter how much I expected and deserved the response. It gutted me.
I’d earn her forgiveness. That was my vow.
She turned, desire and determination etched on her beautiful face. “Let me rephrase. With my body, there is no one else I will ever give myself completely. Even if what happened at the club says otherwise, I know you. But when it comes to my heart. Not in the least.”
“I suppose I deserve that.” We stared at each other, the pulse of so many things unsaid between us. “You will forgive me one day.”
“That’s a bold statement. Are you so sure of that?”
I settled my palms at her waist and then up her taut stomach to cup her breasts. “Absolutely.”
She arched into my hold and then gasped when I pinched her nipples.
“Arrogant as always.”
I repositioned her to face the mirror, scanned the variety of colors in the box, and then decided on the white spool of silk. It wasn’t truly white, more on the ivory side, and something that would look exquisite on her light golden skin tone.
