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“Good. Take it off then.”

I moved over to a small leather chair in the corner of the room next to my wardrobe and sat down. I crossed my legs and watched, her breasts spilling out of her old black lazy bra as she took it off, her little thong barely covering the mound of her pussy. She picked up the dress, unzipped it, and pulled it over her body. She bit her lip and looked at me.

“Little help?”

I stood and walked over. I pulled up the zipper and hooked the tiny clasp. “There,” I said and stepped away, sitting back down. “Let me look at you.”

She turned and I felt a thrill run through me. The dress was black with long sleeves and a mock neckline, the lace covering her chest and arms. The front was cut low, the black soft fabric plunging down deep, showing off just a hint of her gorgeous breasts. The top was fitted and tight but flared out at the skirt. It fit her perfectly, made her long lean legs look incredible, and showed just a hint of her gorgeous, perky breasts. I felt my heart beating wildly in my chest and all I wanted to do was rip it off of her.

She took in a sharp breath and crossed her arms over herself. “Well?”

“You look incredible.”

“Really?” She shook her head. “I’ve never worn anything like this before. It’s… it’s too expensive.”

“Doesn’t matter.” I stood up. “Come here.”

She followed me into the bathroom. I closed the door and stood her in front of the floor-length mirror. I leaned over her and unfolded her arms, made her look at herself as I pulled back her hair and kissed her neck. She let out a soft breath as my lips found her skin.

“Look at yourself,” I purred in her ear. “You look incredible. You realize that, don’t you?”

“Shit,” she said. “I don’t know.”

“Trust me, little Aida. I wouldn’t let you leave the house if you didn’t look perfect for me.”

She looked over her shoulder and I pressed my lips against hers. I kissed her, hungry and angry and ravenous. My tongue stroked against hers and I pulled away as my hands moved up to cup her breasts then dropped down to her hips.

“I trust you,” she said.

“Good. Now go find some shoes and finish getting ready. We’re leaving in ten.”

She nodded, pulled open the door, and hurried out. I watched her go, her thick hair bouncing, as she disappeared out of my room and back downstairs.

I sat at the edge of my bed and stared at my shoes for a long moment. I tried to calm myself, but ever since I first brought her into my life, I haven’t been able to take a break without feeling like I might explode, might break something, might rip a man’s skull clear off his head.

Sometimes, that feeling’s useful. But right then, I needed clarity, not more anger. Aida could bring that clarity, if only I could slip myself deep between her wet, warm legs and stroke my cock inside her tight cunt before filling her deep with my seed.

But first, she needed to dance. She’d been cooped up in this fucking house for far too long and I knew she was going stir crazy. Besides, I wanted to show her off, wanted to show my soldiers that their Capo had a new girl, a beautiful girl, and they could all feel fucking jealous.

I stood and smiled before heading into the bathroom to fix my suit in the mirror.16AidaI came downstairs in the only pair of black heels I owned. They were old and scuffed, and didn’t look right with the dress, but it didn’t matter. The look in Dante’s eyes when he saw me told me that he didn’t care what shoes I had on, so long as I wore his dress. It sent a thrill through me, and he walked over wearing a slim suit, black jacket and pants with a white shirt and no tie. He sipped from a glass of something brown before slipping a hand along my lower back.

“You look perfect,” he said.

“Thanks.”

He kissed my neck then bit my lip. “Come on. I bet you’re sick of being here.”

“I don’t know. I think I got used to Gino sitting around looking angry all the time.”

“That’s just his face. He’s got resting dick face.”

I laughed and he threw back his drink. He put the glass down on a little side table then took my hand and led me back out the front door. He didn’t bother locking it, and we moved down the front steps, my hand through his arm. A black SUV, identical to all the other cars I’d seen him drive, was parked halfway down the block. He helped me into the passenger side and got into the driver’s side then pulled out and eased toward the city.

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