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He looked up from where he stood inside the door to where I was still poised on the staircase, practically feeling his gaze as it traveled up and down my body slowly, then back up, meeting mine.
The heat from his regard burned my exposed skin, and there was much for him to fume over. His nostrils flared, and a little bit of red colored the tops of his cheeks, the muscles in his jaw all tightening.
I instantly knew I had pushed him too far.
“Mr. Manwarring, lovely to see you tonight. Shall we go?” I said, coming down the last few stairs and stopping in front of him.
I tried to usher him outside, where there would be more witnesses to keep me safe from the threats and dark promises dancing in his eyes.
He leaned in, and I could smell his cologne.
It was dark, spicy, and commanding, and did something to me that made me regret not wearing underwear. He brought his hand to my hip, then slid it down to where the slit in my dress exposed my upper thigh.
He whispered in my ear, “What the fuck do you think you’re wearing?”
CHAPTER 9
LUC
The fucking audacity of this woman!
She had no idea who she was messing with.
If Amelia fucking Astrid thought for a second that I’d let my future wife, my woman, go out in public looking like a common whore, she was about to learn a painful lesson.
She was supposed to be ready to go to the opera, not walk a red carpet like a trashy Hollywood starlet.
I was not a man to be tested or trifled with.
It had been years since I’d had to deal with people stupid enough to try my goddamned patience.
Now, in just a matter of days, this little girl and her bitch mother had gotten on every nerve I had.
Amelia Astrid was about to learn why she’d made an unfortunate decision.
She dared to stare me down, the expression of haughty importance on her face suggesting I should be grateful she was allowing me to look at her while she sauntered down the stairs.
When our eyes met, her confidence wavered for a moment, just a flash of fear before her face froze in the emotionless mask ice queens like her put on to avoid wrinkles.
I drew a deep breath through my nose as I looked her up and down again. That dress was stunning. The color was vivid against her milky skin, and it showed off her perfectly honed hourglass figure. She was a Grecian goddess come to life.
That dress would never see the light of day again.
I didn’t give a fuck if I had to burn it.
The only time I would ever permit her to wear something so revealing was if she was tied to my bed.
Even then, I thought I would prefer her to be naked, maybe just wearing a collar with my name on it. My cock swelled at the idea of this goddess of a woman tied to my bed like a damsel in distress in some fantasy movie.
In a moment, she was going to learn her place the hard way.
I turned toward her baby sister, who wore a boring but appropriate dress. She looked back and forth between Amelia and me, picking up on the tension.
I needed to get rid of her, now.
Amelia was in for a hard lesson, but there was no reason to scare her sister.
She would have to learn her own lessons when she entered her own arranged marriage.
