Page 53 of Wicked Games of Desire

“Thank you,” I mutter, taking her outstretched hand, trying not to seem ungrateful for her kindness and help but wondering why my soon-to-be husband would have been describing me as beautiful to her.

“Come on, dear, we don’t have a lot of time, and depending on what you select, it may need quite a lot of alterations. We need to get started right away.”

I take a quick glance in Ricky’s direction. “I get to pick?” I inquire with astonishment.

“Of course you do, dear. What would Alessandro know about fashion?” She laughs.

“He thinks he knows about everything,” I mutter dryly.

She laughs again, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sure he does, dear,” she responds like she knows him, and I wonder if maybe she does.

During the next hour, I try on all the dresses I selected on our walkthrough. Lauren and Ricky give me their honest opinions onwhat looks nice, and we have narrowed it down to two that I can’t decide between. One is a scoop neck with fine beaded straps, a low back, delicately adorned with floral embroidery, it has a boned bodice, but it’s still surprisingly comfortable to wear. The skirt is A-line in a glitter tulle fabric, with a sexy leg spit up one side. The other is a sleek and modern trumpet-cut sheath dress with a deep V-neckline. Both suit me and look special.

I glance over at my reflection in the mirror again, doing a little twirl to see how the skirt moves. It’s so freaking pretty with the way the glitter tulle sparkles in the light. I sigh heavily. I’m not even sure why I’m trying so hard to pick the best one. It’s not like this is my real wedding, the one where I’m marrying the man of my dreams. It’s all just a ruse, so I should just pick whatever and be done with it. Sadness fills me. But this will be the only wedding I’m going to get.

The curtain opens, and Ricky’s face appears. “This one. You look stunning in it.” He smiles, his eyes twinkling with a deep desire. A look he shouldn’t be giving his brother’s wife-to-be.

And I know he’s right. This is the one. “Tell me something, Ricky.”

He slips into the fitting room, closing the curtain behind him as he leans into the wall watching me. “Anything, baby doll.” His hungry eyes eat me up, and I enjoy his eyes on me a little more than I should.

His intense gaze affects me in ways that are unexpected and unsettling. Why do I enjoy his attention on me so much? I’m supposed to hate him, but as soon as I spend any time with him, I can’t. My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I nibble on it nervously. “Are you jealous it’s not you who gets to marry me?” I ask, knowing I’m asking an impossible question that I really don’t want the answer to.

His hand comes to my chin, his thumb dusting over my bottom lip tenderly. “Yes.”

I suck in a labored breath. Fuck.

His hand sweeps into my hair, and I lean into his touch, my body betraying me. “But when you take the name Moretti, you will be all of ours.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” I murmur, his lips so close to mine they’re almost touching.

“It doesn’t have to.” He closes the gap, claiming me with his mouth. And I let him. I’m so attracted to this man I couldn’t pull away from him even if I wanted to. His hand roams down to my ass and he squeezes. I moan into his mouth, feeling that familiar tingle of excitement run through me. My panties are already soaking wet.

“Get dressed. I want to take you home,” he growls out with way too much promise in his tone.

Fuck. So much for ignoring them all. My needy pussy has other ideas.

Once again, he leans against the wall, observing me. His expression one of satisfaction. He knows I can’t resist him.

“If you’re going to stay in here, you can at least help with the zipper,” I mutter, wondering what our stylist Lauren thinks of my dressing room intruder. Knowing these guys, she’s probably been paid a pretty penny to turn a blind eye to anything she sees anyway.

He helps me out of the dress and hands it out of the room to our assistant while I grab my clothes I came here in. Right before I step into my jeans, his hand finds mine and his lips find my earlobe. “I know you’re angry, but I need you, baby doll,” is all he says, then he pulls my body back into his, kissing my neck. I don’t know what it is, but he has me feeling alive for the first time in days.

I spin in his grip. Finding his lips, I kiss him back, shoving him against the fitting room wall aggressively. “I thought you wanted to take me home.”

“That was before I saw you in those lacy panties.” His tongue flicks out and licks along my jaw like he can’t help but taste me, sliding all the way to my earlobe where he bites down.

“We can’t have that.” I smirk, taking his cock in my hand and palming it through the fabric of his suit pants. I stare up at him, enjoying the small amount of power I have over him for once. His hand slides down my waist and reaches for my pussy, but I swat him away. “No. Boys I can’t trust don’t get to touch me.”

“Fuck, Harley, I’m so fucking sorry…” I press my finger to his lips, silencing him.

My other hand continues to slide up and down his long shaft, teasing him. “I’m sure you are, but it doesn’t change what you did. And until you earn back my trust, you don’t get my pussy.” I can hardly recognize my voice. I sound powerful and in charge, and he’s listening to me. It might be because he’s so fucking turned on he can’t help himself, but right now, I will take the small win. I flick out my tongue, kissing him again, more aggressively this time. I unbutton his pants and slip my hand inside, pumping his rock-hard cock. Precum beads at the tip, and I hear him suck in a breath.

I bend down on to my knees in front of him and undo his pants. His impressive cock springs free, and he looks down at me through hooded eyes that tell me all I need to know. I might be on my knees in front of him, but he worships me. With my eyes still locked on his, I lick all the way up the length of his cock then take him in my mouth as far as I can before I gag.

“Fuck, that’s so hot, Harley.”

I smirk around his cock and try again, adjusting my position so I can take him further. I dig my fingernails violently into his hip as I suck him off, moving back and forth at a pace I know is driving him wild. Fuck, it’s driving me wild, and I’m now regretting my punishment.With the way my lady parts throb for his attention, I think it’s going to punish me more than him.

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