"Perfect," I growl, running my hands down her sides as I zip her into the dress. "You'll be the envy of every woman and the desire of every man. But they can look all they want – you belong to me."
I fasten a diamond collar around her throat, the jewels glittering like ice against her flushed skin. It's as much a statement of ownership as it is an accessory.
"There," I murmur, turning her to face the full-length mirror. "Look at yourself, Natalie. Look at how fucking beautiful you are when you submit to me."
Her eyes meet mine in the reflection, a storm of emotions swirling in their depths. I can see the moment she realizes just how exposed she'll be in this outfit, how vulnerable.
"Dante, I can't—" she starts, but I silence her with a sharp smack to her ass that echoes in the quiet room.
"You can, and you will," I hiss in her ear, pressing my erection against the small of her back. "Unless you'd rather I bend you over right here and fuck you senseless before we leave?"
A shudder runs through her body, and I watch with dark satisfaction as her nipples harden visibly through the thin fabric.
"That's what I thought," I chuckle, nipping at her earlobe. "Now, let's not keep our guests waiting, solnyshko."
I guide her out of the penthouse and into the private elevator, my hand a possessive brand on the small of her back. As we descend, I can feel the tension radiating off her in waves.
"Remember, moy voron," I murmur, my lips brushing against her temple. "You're mine. Every inch of you belongs to me. And tonight, I'm going to make sure everyone knows it."
The elevator doors slide open, revealing the opulent lobby of Club Lusso. The air thrums with bass-heavy music and the heady scent of alcohol and desire. Bodies writhe on the dance floor, a mass of flesh and fabric moving in hypnotic rhythm.
As we step out, all eyes turn to us. I can feel Natalie stiffen beside me, but I keep her moving forward with a firm hand on her back. We make our way to the VIP section, where my most trusted associates await.
"Gentlemen," I call out, my voice carrying over the music. "Allow me to introduce you to Natalie. My fiance...and companion for the evening."
I watch their eyes rove over her hungrily, drinking in every curve accentuated by the clinging red fabric. Natalie shrinks back against me, clearly uncomfortable under their leering gazes.
"Easy, solnyshko," I whisper in her ear, my arm snaking around her waist. "You're doing beautifully. Now, let's get you a drink."
As we make our way through the club, I feel eyes on us from every direction. Natalie's beauty in that red dress is like a flame drawing moths, and I'm the shadow ready to consume them all.
We approach the VIP section, where a group of my associates are gathered. Among them is Alessandra Ricci, daughter of one of the most powerful families in the city. Her calculating gaze sweeps over us, lingering on Natalie with unconcealed interest.
"Dante," she purrs, rising to greet us. "What a pleasant surprise. And who is this vision in red?"
I feel Natalie tense beside me as Alessandra's eyes roam over her form. "This is Natalie," I say coolly, my hand tightening possessively on her waist. "My guest for the evening."
Alessandra's perfectly manicured hand extends towards Natalie. "Charmed, I'm sure. Perhaps you'd like to join me for a drink? I'm always eager to get to know Dante's... friends."
There's a predatory gleam in Alessandra's eyes that sets my teeth on edge. I know her reputation - she's as ruthless in the boardroom as she is in the bedroom, and she's never been one to let a little thing like someone else's claim get in her way.
Before I can intervene, Natalie surprises me by taking Alessandra's hand. "Thank you for the offer," she says, her voice steady despite the tension I can feel thrumming through her body. "But I think I'll stay with Dante."
Alessandra's smile doesn't falter, but I see the flash of annoyance in her eyes. "Of course," she says smoothly. "Another time, perhaps. When you're not so... attached."
I pull Natalie closer, a clear message to Alessandra and anyone else watching. "I wouldn't count on it," I growl. "Natalie isn't going anywhere."
As we move away, I lean down to whisper in Natalie's ear. "Well done, solnyshko. But don't think I didn't notice how your body responded to her attention. We'll discuss that later."
Natalie shivers against me, whether from fear or anticipation, I can't tell. But the night is young, and I intend to explore every facet of her reactions before it's over.
I guide her to the bar, acutely aware of the eyes following our every move. The game has only just begun, and I'm determined to show everyone in Club Lusso exactly who Natalie belongs to.
When I pull away, we're both breathless. "Now," I growl, "let's dance, I want to see you move."
I lead her to the dance floor, pulling her flush against me as the music pulses around us. Her body moves with mine, every curve fitting perfectly against me. I can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her dress, smell the intoxicating scent of her perfume mixed with the faint tang of fear-sweat.
As we dance, I let my hands roam freely over her body, proprietary and possessive. I catch glimpses of envious and lustful gazes from those around us, and it only fuels my desire to claim her more thoroughly.