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“I remember you eyeing up the shoes like you wanted to fuck them at the store that day, so I figured out they’re your weakness.”
I like that he paid attention to that and that he remembered, so I nod. “You’re right. They are my weakness.”
He hands me the box and winks at me.
I take all of it upstairs to get dressed, and the guys go to get ready too.
I take care with my appearance for this thing. Looking nice is part of the plan, and I want to be wearing my best when we ruin Julian’s life even more. Like another ‘fuck you’ in his face. I curl my hair and pin it up on one side, letting the rest of it fall in silvery waves over my shoulder. I can’t do skull makeup for this, like I did when I killed Ivan, but I still want to mark the occasion somehow.
So I put on delicate silver earrings with skulls on them, and paint my nails with a blood red to black ombre. It seems fitting.
The dress goes on like a dream, hugging my curves and showing off just enough skin. When I look at my reflection in the mirror, I almost don’t recognize myself, but the whole thing looks good as fuck. The shoes Knox got me just finish off the look, and I love it.
There’s a knock on the door, and I turn to see Knox poking his head in.
“Aw, damn, you’re dressed,” he says. “I can’t decide if that’s a good or bad thing.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask him.
“I wanted to see you naked,” he says, coming in. “But this is a pretty damn close second. You look fucking incredible.”
He’s got weapons and other gear in his hands, and he comes over to help me strap them on under my dress. His hands linger on my skin, rubbing my thighs and over the small of my back as he attaches straps and makes sure they’re secure.
I can tell he’s turned on from the way he’s breathing and the growing tent in his dress pants. One big hand cups my ass and squeezes hard, and I groan for him, rocking into his touch.
“You look so fucking good like this,” he says, and his voice has that low, husky quality to it. He keeps running his hands over the material of the dress, grabbing it in places like he wants to rip the dress off me. Just like the time he cut one off me in that dressing room.
I almost want him to. But we both keep ourselves under control enough that I’m still dressed when he’s done. My pussy is throbbing, and we’re both breathing hard when he steps back, but my makeup isn’t even smudged. Which is good because I don’t have time to redo it.
Knox licks his lips and steps in closer to me, pressing the hard lines of his body against my front. I can feel the bulge in his pants and the heat coming off him, and it makes me swallow hard.
“I’m going to fuck you good and hard later,” he promises right in my ear. “With you wearing just those heels.”
A shiver of anticipation goes down my spine, and I’m even more eager to get this whole thing over and done with.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, and we share a look filled with heat.
