Page 96 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

“One day, I need to take you out for new clothes.”

“New clothes?” I asked, shaking my head. “These are fine for me. I don’t need any—”

“I already told you, princess, you’re part of the family now. You agreed to adopt our lifestyle, which means designer clothes, luxury vacations, and anything my wife and I would like to give you.” His voice was matter-of-fact, like I shouldn’t argue.

But I felt bad. They had already spent half a million on me.

“Are you sure?” I asked in a whisper. “I don’t want you to spend your money on me.”

He paused for a long moment, an unreadable expression on his face. When he drew his tongue across his lower teeth, I thought he’d yell at me and throw the contract in my face, becoming angry with me.

But he just chuckled and continued to button his shirt.

“What?” I asked, placing my iPad on the marble countertop.

Turning away from me, he walked toward the bedroom. “You remind me of Laila when we started dating,” he said. His voice was always softer when he spoke about her, like she was his everything.

I glanced at the ground. I hoped one day, I’d be that person for someone.

“Follow me,” he called from the hallway.

Once I made my way to their bedroom, I gazed at the bed where I had slept with them for the first time last night. My core warmed at the thought, memories of yesterday floating through my head.

Hopefully, it was okay to be here with Laila’s husband while she was gone.

He opened another door and walked into Laila’s huge walk-in closet that must’ve been bigger than my old apartment, filled with clothes, handbags, heels, and jewelry. Eyes widening, I brushed my fingers across all the fabric.

Constantino stopped in front of a dress rack and shuffled through the articles of clothing until he finally pulled out a short, low-cut pink dress that tightened around the waist. “Try this on,” he said, handing it to me.

I took it from him. “Right here?”

He leaned against the nearest wall, arms crossed and dark eyes on me. “Right here.”

Warmth exploded between my legs. I swallowed hard and unzipped my dress, letting the straps fall off my shoulders and down my body. When it fell to the ground, I stepped out of it and stood in a pair of matching bra and panties—thank God—in front of him.

After unzipping the pink dress, I pulled the straps over my shoulders. Constantino guided me to a full-length mirror and grabbed the zipper, staring at me through the reflection and slowly zipping the dress up. His warm breath fanned my neck, his dark eyes all over my body.

When the dress was zipped all the way, I ran my hands down the rich fabric and stared at myself in the mirror. The dress was lower cut than what I was used to, and I’d bet that if I bent over, he’d get a view of my ass, but it didn’t feel cheap, like all my other dresses.

He moved closer to me, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “You look fucking incredible,” he growled into my ear. “My wife is going to soak right through her panties, just looking at you.”

“You think?” I whispered, gently closing my eyes and hoping she didn’t mind.

I was still worried about what she thought of my text message earlier. I didn’t want her to be angry with me because Constantino had made me put on one of the dresses in her closet, which she must’ve filled out way better than I could.

“Of co—”

The closet door opened wider, and my heart leaped in my chest. Laila was home.

I glanced over my shoulder, but instead of seeing Constantino’s wife, I spotted a woman with curly and bouncy blonde hair, wide green eyes, and a sneer on her lips.

She threw her manicured hands into the air. “What the fuck, Constantino?!”

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After placing my purse down on the marble counter back at home, I spotted Sage’s iPad next to it. I furrowed my brow, unsure how it had gotten here, and followed Bethany through the house to my closet. She had complained all the way back to my place because one of her buttons had come off her pants and she needed new ones.

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