Page 94 of The Devil's Deal

The deep V-neck will definitely put the girls on full display. Thank goodness for the mesh in the middle, or I’d be flashing everyone all night. He guessed on the sizes, giving me two options, one of which should fit like a glove.

Now, I’m a little excited for tonight.

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I glance at my reflection in the full-length mirror, happy he had the sense to pack my makeup and hair supplies.

My long locks are sleek straight, parted in the middle, and my makeup is sultry, with a thick layer of black liner on the top lid with a mix of brown and gold shadows. Picking up a brush, I add some bronzer to my cheeks and the tip of my nose, then swipe a nude lipstick on my lips.

I’ve just put everything back into my makeup case when there’s a knock on the door, and before I invite him in, Brian walks inside.

I can see him treading across the floor through the mirror, his black loafers and black trousers coming closer from behind, and my heart pounds in my throat with desire. His firm hands are on my shoulders, his face hidden behind my hair as he turns me around.

Facing him, I lift up my chin with a warm, inviting smile. He backs away, his eyes grazing over my body.

“You look…”

He sucks in a breath as his ravenous gaze traces every contour of my curves.

“Wow.” His tone sways with a husky beat, the back of his hand stroking the underside of my jaw as he nears.

Without looking away, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black jewelry box. My eyes fling from him to the box as he opens it, staring at me as he does. When I see what’s inside, my eyes widen in disbelief. Long chandelier-style earrings sparkle beneath the well-lit room.

My parents never lacked in money, but I was never this rich. Whatever money my father had, he was careful in how he spent it. We didn’t live a life like Brian is clearly used to.

“Are those diamonds?”

The question is so stupid. What do I expect them to be, cubic zirconia?

“Of course.” His voice sounds like velvet, smooth and tempting.

I want to kiss him so badly. Fuck this lipstick.

“How rich are you, exactly?”

Dumb question number two. Keep them coming, Chiara.

He smirks, and it goes straight to my core. Damn this sexy creature of a man.

“Rich enough.” He removes the earrings from the box. “I want to see them on you.”

His fingers are on the side of my face and my breath hitches from the way his eyes connect with mine. He inhales sharply as he carefully slips my hair behind my ear, his gaze pinning me where I stand like a statue. His Adam’s apple bops as he slips on one earring, then moves on to the next.

A shiver runs down my spine from the simple, yet intimate, way he touches me. The way he looks at me as though I’m the only woman on earth. My body hums with want, even when my mind’s already out the door, running as far as it can go, away from a man it still thinks is a monster.

“Maybe I should keep you all to myself tonight?” he whispers against the shell of my ear, his voice inviting itself into my most intimate places. “I should tie you to my bed and enjoy you for dessert.” He takes a bite of my lobe. “I know you taste good. I tasted you enough last night to remember.”

I groan, grinding my pussy against the insides of my thighs as my hand lands on the back of his head, angling him closer.

“And allow every man at your party to miss out on seeing this?” My hand flows down my body for effect. “Maybe even touching it too.”

He must catch the movement, because the next thing I know, his hand is gripping my wrist in a firm grasp.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls. “If you let another man touch you…” He clutches the back of my neck, his gaze possessive. “You can’t blame me for what I’ll do.”

I grow slick from his erotic tone dripped in envy.

“Why do you sound like a man who thinks he owns more than just my freedom?” I dig my nails into his scalp.

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