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I mean, she wasn’t wrong.
This dress was enormous.
Well, it felt enormous.
The long, pink silk material had a gorgeous shine and shimmer to it. And it felt incredibly lush against my skin. The jeweled appliqués went over the shoulder straps, past my breasts, and dropped down the left side of the full skirt.
My breasts were supported by sheer magic.
The V ended far lower than my breasts did—leaving a good chunk of my cleavage visible. Thank goodness my nipples were covered.
For now.
If I had to bend over for anything, I couldn’t guarantee they’d stay that way.
“Fuck me,” Stefan breathed out, his eyes stuck on my very in your face cleavage.
Carlo just grinned as his eyes traveled over me.
All over me.
I swear I could feel his gaze, like a physical thing, touching me everywhere he looked.
“Holy crap, I need to take a picture of you guys,” Eve said and pulled out her phone. “Stand beside your guy.” Her hand waved toward Carlo.
Carlo offered his hand and guided me down the last few steps. “You are gorgeous,” he said before kissing the back of my hand.
“You’re not too shabby yourself.” I smiled at him. He wore a custom tux that probably cost an insane amount of money. But it was worth every penny. I imagined that finding a tux for a lumberjack-sized guy like Carlo must be difficult.
“Oh, my gosh. You two look perfect.” Eve took our picture from a few different angles. And then Carlo grasped me around my waist, letting one hand slide up my back. He leaned into me and bent me back so far, I kicked one foot out.
His lips touched mine and he smiled. “So, fucking beautiful.”
My fingers slipped up his arm to the side of his face. “You’re crazy.”
He kissed me again. “Crazy for you.”
Stefan cleared his throat. “All right, our car is here.”
Carlo let me back up again. He turned to Stefan and said, “Giselle and I are going in a separate car.”
Stefan frowned and tilted his head. “Why? We’re going to the same place.”
Carlo looked at his brother. “It’s important that I make an impression when we arrive.”
I had an idea of what kind of impression he was talking about. The impression that I was his. And his alone.
I hoped Stefan agreed to this. Not because I didn’t want to travel in the same vehicle as him. But because I was sick of the fighting and bickering.
The day had gone by—but not without more than a few verbal pokes and jabs. Not at me, thank goodness, but at each other.
Stefan had accepted that my womb belonged to Carlo for the foreseeable future.
I knew it didn’t.
I knew I’d be long gone before he’d have a chance to fill up my womb.
Of course, I couldn’t tell anyone else that. They’d find out eventually when I was gone.
