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“I know,” I tell him. “But—”
The door swings open farther, and I startle as Victor steps inside. “I suppose you could wear that, if you want Pavone to get the impression you’re trying to insult him.”
“Fuck off,” I say to Victor. I take a few steps to leave, but Angelo blocks my path.
“Princess, you can’t wear that dress out of the store,” he says, smirking. “And you still need something to wear to the party.”
The dressing room door shuts between us, leaving me trapped in the—thankfully spacious—fitting room with Victor.
Victor hangs up three different dresses. “I think these would all suit you. Try them on so we can be sure of the fit.”
I glower at him. “Get out, and I’ll try them on.”
He clucks his tongue. “Come now, Lucia, it’s not like I’ve never seen you naked before. Take that hideous dress off and put one of these on.”
I stare at him, and he stares right back. “What’s the point of this, Victor?” I demand weakly. “Why are you here?”
“I want to know if you’re sincere,” he says. “Here, let me get the zipper for you.” He steps behind me and starts to unzip the dress, leaving my back bare.
“Angelo!” I say—all right, Iwhine—but he only snickers.
Victor hangs up the other dresses and starts to slide the one I’m wearing down my arms until he’s baring my breasts to him. “Beautiful,” he says. “You shouldn’t wear things that are so unbecoming of you.”
“Stop,” I whisper. “I’m not your plaything anymore.” I try to resist when he pulls on my shoulders, but soon I’m turning around to face him, the dress half hanging off my body.
Victor looks down at me with his inscrutable eyes and rubs his thumb against my lower lip. “Is this how you’ll deal with Pavone undressing you on your wedding night, too?”
The words send a jolt through me, and I stare at him. “There isn’t going to be a wedding night,” I tell him. “That’s the whole reason I’m even willing to entertain you right now.”
“Because you need me,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against my temple. He starts to push the dress down my body, his fingers catching against my bra. “Did you have fun with Santino? He’s been so flustered since your little game with him.”
For some reason, I blush, and I finally step out of the dress. He takes it and hangs it back up. “That’s none of your business, Victor.”
“I wish I’d seen it,” Victor says as he hands me a white dress in a shimmering fabric. “I do enjoy watching you run circles around him.”
“He enjoys everything I’ve done to him,” I say defensively.
“And he enjoys everything he’s done to you,” Victor counters as he helps me into the white dress. He zips it up for me, taking my hand and urging me to twirl once so he can see all of me. “Is that something you’re willing to continue to encourage?”
“I can handle Saint and Angelo just fine,” I tell him.
I hear Angelo laugh on the other end and I glare uselessly at the door.
Victor smooths the fabric of the dress against my body, pulling it down a little bit. “I like it,” Victor says, “but I’m not sure you want to wear white again after the wedding.”
I hate how right he is, both about the dress looking amazing on me and the color being wrong.
“You picked this just so I’d be forced to take it off again,” I accuse, and for once Victor smiles at me.
“Of course. I’m not being subtle about it.” He squeezes my ass briefly, sending a small jolt of desire through me.
I’m not going to give in, I tell myself. I’m still pissed at Victor. I might need him, but I don’twanthim.
The pounding of my heart lets me know just how delusional that statement is.
And there are Pavone’s threats still ringing in my ears, making me shudder at the idea of letting another man touch me. If Pavone was to find out…
But I love the idea of doing this without him knowing. He thinks he has total control over me, yet here I am, meeting with one of his most dangerous enemies.
