Page 49 of Forced Bratva Prisoner

Again, he doesn’t complain. I bite my lip. I want him to be annoyed at the amount I am spending, but he isn’t even flinching.

“Aren’t you going to try anything on?” he asks casually.

“It’ll take longer. What do you care?”

“I don’t. I was just asking. Isn’t that how people normally shop?”

“Hmph,” I huff, marching towards the next shop.

Fine, if the amount of money I’m spending isn’t going to bother him, I have another idea in mind. I know men want their women to dress conservatively and be respectful, so I’ll purposefully go against that.

That is sure to piss him off.

He wants to parade me around in front of his allies at parties, but how would he like it if I looked too provocative?

I walk past a few shops, Leon silently following me, until I find a shop geared towards clubbing. I start collecting really short dresses—glittery, high slits, low scooping fronts and backs that dip almost to my ass.

This time I’m going to try them on, because he’s going to have to wait and watch.

He throws me a glance when I tell him I’m going to the changing room and he should wait on the sofa. “Now you suddenly want to try them on?”

“Well, isn’t it what you wanted? I wouldn’t want to go against what you want,” I say sarcastically.

He sits down, his thick legs spread open, his arm draped over the back of the sofa. He looks totally at ease.

Well, let’s see how long that lasts when he sees what his wife is going to be wearing.

The first dress I slip into is so tight I have to hold my breath just to get the zipper up. The neckline plunges all the way down to my belly button, and the hem barely covers my ass cheeks.

As casually as possible, I walk out of the changing room to look at myself in the long mirrors near the sofa.

I select a pair of killer black stilettos and bend down a little too far to slip my feet into them. I hear Leon clearing his throat loudly, and when I glance in the mirror, I can see him shifting his position on the couch. Good. I hope he’s not happy about this.

I stand up and spin slowly in front of the mirror, pretending to look at myself, but my eyes are on him.

Then I march back into the changing rooms and come out in a dress with a ridiculously low cutback. The top of my ass is visible, almost as much as the cheeks, which are falling out of the short style.

I parade around again.

Leon is shifting in his seat. I grin, happy this is working.

He looks—

Except he doesn’t look horrified at all.

In fact…I watch him as his eyes darken and his bites his lower lip. His hand drifts over his crotch, readjusting himself.

What the hell? He is enjoying this.

I hurry back into the dressing room.

That was not my plan.

However, my plan was to make him uncomfortable, and I guess I’m just going about that in a different way.

The next dress I choose has cut-outs over my ribs and back. It’s revealing but still incredibly sexy. I pair it with white stilettos and walk confidently into the waiting area where Leon is sitting.

His eyes are on me, and I can see exactly what he’s thinking.

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