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His eyes widened in surprise, and he caught the offending garment. His shock quickly darkened to fury. His fist clenched around the flimsy material, and he closed the distance between us in three long strides.
“You wore much less for your husband,” he hissed, getting in my personal space.
I tried to step back, but his iron fingers grasped my upper arm.
“From now on, you wear what I buy for you. You dress to please me, not him.”
“I won’t,” I said on a horrified whisper. I’d been right: he wanted to replace Hugo as my controlling jailor. He wanted me to be his pretty toy, his living doll.
“You will,” he growled, the weight of his anger pressing down on me. “You’ll wear this, or you’ll wear nothing. Do you understand?”
I flinched, remembering his command for my silence. Would he punish me now for speaking out and defying him?
“Yes, sir,” I murmured, dropping my gaze to his chest. He was breathing heavily, his bulging muscles straining against the tight black shirt he wore. Violence rippled just beneath his skin. He’d hurt me if I didn’t obey.
I couldn’t bear it. Not again.
I took the nightgown from him. For a moment, I thought he’d force me to drop the towel and bare myself to him before putting it on. He’d never seen me fully naked before. Being completely stripped for his burning stare would be more humiliating than I could stand.
“Go get dressed,” he demanded in clipped tones.
I heaved a sigh of relief and darted back into the relative privacy of the bathroom. I didn’t dawdle this time; I quickly tugged the silky nightgown over my head. The material was cool and smooth against my skin. The sensation of the fabric caressing my flesh might have been pleasant, if it weren’t for the terrifying man waiting for me in the bedroom. As it was, the garment was as short as I’d feared. It barely covered my ass, and Adrián hadn’t provided me with any underwear.
My hand shook as I reached for the doorknob, but I forced myself to return to him. The consequences for delaying wouldn’t be worth a few extra minutes of solitude.
I only managed to make it a few steps into the bedroom before I froze. Adrián had stripped down to his underwear, leaving his powerful body on full display. I’d seen him shirtless when we were teenagers, but he was different now. Harder. Bigger.
Scarier.
His corded muscles shifted and flexed beneath my stare, his abs rippling as though he was under some sort of physical strain. His black boxer-briefs clung to his powerful thighs. Even his legs were intimidating.
As I focused on that particular area of his anatomy, I noticed a stiff, thick ridge straining against the cotton material of his underwear. I’d lost my virginity to Hugo a long time ago, but I couldn’t stifle a gasp at Adrián’s size. I couldn’t see his cock, but I could tell he was much bigger than my husband.
His arousal only made him that much more intimidating. I’d felt his erection against my hip when he’d spanked me last night. He hadn’t raped me then, but his body showed clear signs of desire for me.
Would Adrián really violate me against my will?
And if he did, would my traitorous body welcome him? Even now, my sex felt hot and swollen, my secret places responding to his desire.
“Come here, conejita,” he ordered on a low rumble. He held out his hand, beckoning me toward him.
I hesitated. “Are you… Please, don’t hurt me.”
If he didn’t intend to use me, why would he have forced me to wear this slutty nightgown for him? The tattered remnants of my heart would be utterly destroyed if he defiled me.
He was silent for a moment, his muscles tensing again. “I won’t hurt you, if you do as you’re told.”
I remained stuck in place, trapped by horror. “I don’t want you to…”
I couldn’t say rape me. Just thinking the words made me want to vomit.
His pale eyes blazed, and he drew in a sharp breath. “I’m not going to fuck you,” he ground out. “Now, come here.”
My feet dragged against the carpet, but I managed to force my leaden legs to carry me to him. I didn’t want him to touch me in any way, but at least he didn’t intend to violate me. I hated that he’d dressed me up like his personal sex doll, but he’d promised he didn’t plan to fuck me. It didn’t make sense, but I was too wrung out to puzzle over it more. For the moment, all I could do was obey. All I could do was survive.
When I reached him, he took my hand in his, holding me gently, as though I was made of porcelain. It was so different from how he’d held me with harsh strength yesterday, when he’d first abducted me. Confusion clouded my mind, sapping my ability to reason. As I fell into an almost detached state, I allowed Adrián to arrange my body where he wanted it. He guided me onto the bed, tucking my back against his front as he pulled the covers over us. His chest was hard against me, his cock pressing into my ass.
