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She blinks rapidly, unsure how she should respond. Maybe I’ll find her on my bed later. Then again, maybe not. I’m disappointed my dick doesn’t seem to be that interested either. There’s only one person it’s getting hard for lately, and I hate that. I hate her.

I haven’t seen Mack yet, but I’m hugely conscious of her presence in there. Obviously, my dad won’t see her mom in the wedding dress yet, but I’ve got a feeling they’re going to want to see what Mack and I look like together since we’ll both be standing with them at the altar.

The tailors finish up and start packing away.

A knock comes at the dividing doors, and Lucia opens it and pokes her head around. “Everyone decent?” she asks.

My father nods. “Yes, come in.”

“I wanted you to see Mackenzie in her dress.”

Lucia steps out of the way, and Mackenzie walks through.

Fuck me.

Mackenzie is beautiful. Knock out, tear my heart from my chest, tongue on the floor beautiful.

I’ve always thought she was stunning—begrudgingly—but this is on a whole other level. I thought we were just trying on the outfits, but she’s had a rehearsal with hair and makeup, too. Not that she really needs it—she’s gorgeous bare-faced and with her hair down—but she looks like she should be on the front of a wedding magazine.

The dress is champagne in color, with ruched sides and a corset back. The satin material hugs her curves perfectly, giving her breasts just the right amount of lift. It also has a daringly high split on one side, showing off a long leg with every other step. She’s wearing strappy high-heel pumps, and I picture taking her foot in my hand and running my fingers up her shapely calf. I imagine her standing on me in those heels, the hard points digging into my skin, but she’s not wearing anything except the shoes and the position she’s in allows me to look up the length of those legs, to the secret place between them.

I tear my thoughts from the idea of Mackenzie dominating me.

“Stand together, you two,” her mom says, a smile beaming on her face. “I want to take a photo.”

“They’ll be plenty of time for that at the wedding,” Mackenzie says from between gritted teeth.

“No, there won’t,” her mom replies. “I’ll be the one getting married, remember? I won’t exactly have time to take my own photos. Now, stand together and smile.”

We edge in closer together. Tension buzzes from Mackenzie like she has an electric fence built around her, purely to keep me away. I think she’s wishing she could shove me away from her as hard as she can, and run from the room, but she’s gritting her teeth and putting up with me, much the same as I’m doing for my dad.

Lucia snaps some photos, and then my father wants her attention. The two of them step away, heads together, deep in conversation.

“You look good in that dress,” I tell Mack.

She blinks at me in surprise. “Thanks.”

“But I bet you look better out of it.”

Hell, I know she looks better out of it, but I’m not telling her that…not yet, anyway. I need to wait for the right moment.

She rolls her pretty blue eyes. “I should have known that was coming.”

I flick her a cold smile and keep my voice low enough that we won’t be overheard. “Don’t talk to me about coming. I’ll be picturing my cum all over your tits. Tino says they’re more than a handful.”

Her mouth goes round in shock at my words. Does she really think Tino wouldn’t fuck and tell? Oh, sweet innocent girl. He does a lot more than that.

“Fuck off, Dom,” she hisses.

“You should know that I get what I want, Duchess, and if I decide that something is you, then I’ll have you.”

“What?” She glares at me. “And I don’t get a say in that? You know what that’s called, right?”

“Oh, you’ll want it. You’ll be begging for it, in fact. I’ll make sure of that.”

Chapter 24

Mackenzie

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