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She curls into my side, her arm wrapping around my stomach, lying over the text portion of the ink. It’s a stark reminder of who I am.
El principe de las tinieblas.
As perfect as we may be together, it’s only because she doesn’t know the truth.
Mariella
ChapterTwenty-Four
Vicente doesn’t tell me where we’re going, only that he wants me there. I don’t question him because I don’t expect to have to do much but look like a pretty trophy on his arm. While that may sound belittling, I’d rather say as little as possible to hisassociates.
He had a woman come over with a rack of dresses and stacks of stilettos in boxes with high-end brand names on them. I end up choosing a satin and sleeveless red dress that cuts low in the back and allows a small amount of cleavage to be revealed in the front. There’s a slit that runs up to mid-thigh, and the rest of the train pools around my feet, touching the floor. I match it with a pair of open toed gold stilettos with ankle straps that give me another four inches in height.
With everything laid out on my bed, I take my time in the shower, making sure to get every inch of skin clean and smooth, while also letting the conditioner sit in my hair for several minutes. Once out, I cover myself in lotion before slipping on my lounge robe so I can begin on my hair.
After I’ve tamed and straightened the strands, I twist them into an elegant low bun, allowing a few pieces to frame my face, curling them loosely. I apply a small amount of makeup, wanting only to accentuate my eyes with mascara and a gold shimmer on my lids, as well as highlight my lips with a muted color and moisturizer that makes them shine.
Downstairs, I check to make sure my lipstick didn’t transfer to my teeth as I gaze into the mirror in the foyer.
“Mariella,” Vicente calls from his room.
I make my way through the kitchen until I get to the hall that leads to his room. “Yes?”
He steps back, appearing in the doorway, dressed in his usual black-on-black suit and looking as sexy as possible.
His eyes scan me from head to toe and back up. “You are going to have every eye in the room on you.”
I smile. “It’s a good thing I only care about whether your eyes are on me.”
He tugs on his sleeve, pulling it down. “I’m more concerned about keeping my hands off of you, or killing everyone who lingers a little too long.”
My grin falters, because I know when he says it, there’s always the possibility he’s being truthful. It’s not just something you say because you think your significant other would like to think you’d kill for them. Vicente actually would, and the weird feeling in my stomach has me unsure whether I actually like that or should be concerned.
I clear my throat. “Well, you look devilishly handsome as always.”
His lips twitch slightly. He reaches for something on his dresser, and I glance around the room, noting the masculine and simple furniture and decor. A king size bed is pushed against a black upholstered headboard that extends past the edges of the mattress, appearing to be more of a wall decoration than anything.
The closet is interesting, enclosed in glass, the doors slid open right now. His shirts hang in the middle, a set of dresser drawers underneath. Cabinetry and shelves are on both sides, full of folded shirts, ties, and shoes.
“I got this for you.”
I spin back to him, eyebrows lifting as I notice he’s holding a necklace between his fingers. My grin widens, my eyes showing my surprise.
“Really?”
“It’s a little for me, too, so it’s not entirely selfless,” he says.
He shows me the jewelry, and as I inspect it, I realize how much money this must’ve cost. The entire chain is made up of diamonds, coming together in the center where there’s a small circle. There’s a short drop chain from there, falling an inch and a half or two lower with a heart charm dangling from another miniscule ring.
“Vicente, this is stunning. Honestly, it’s probably too much for me,” I say, delicately running my fingertip along the heart.
“It’s not too much,” he replies. “This is a reminder that you’re mine.” He flips the heart over, and I see the wordsDaddy’s little slut.
My cheeks heat instantly as my eyes lift to his once more. He’s wearing a small grin.
“It’s a collar.”
He dips his chin once. “Do you want to wear it?”
