Page 68 of Heartless Vows

I take the next dress off the hanger and put it on with an extra wiggle. He leans forward, braces his elbow on his knee, and bites the side of his thumb.

“What’s wrong with this one?” he asks.

Right. Dress.

It’s so comfortable and soft I forgot what I was doing. I look in the mirror and freeze.

“Nothing. It’s perfect. I don’t want to try on any others.”

The simple cut accentuates my barely there curves while the jewel-toned fabric makes my emerald eyes pop.

“What will you do to get out of trying on the other three dresses?”

“What?”

“We’re negotiating here,amore mio. You’re talking about denying me three more strip teases. What will you do instead?”

My heart pounds against my sternum. He’s serious.Veryserious.

He leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. His jeans strain around his erection. I glance at the curtain.

“No one will rush in to save you, and no one will investigate what they hear,mia topolina. Everyone in the store knows what’s happening in here. Choose, before I take what I want.”

I move before I lose my nerve. Even though my first sexual encounter was giving him head, it’s still frightening. He’s so big and powerful, he could take control and suffocate me without even meaning to.

I drop to my knees in front of him and unbuckle his belt before meeting his eyes. My insides melt. Heat pulses between my legs. Saliva floods my mouth.

He gathers my hair in his fist and kisses me, scrambling my brains and stealing my gum.

I unzip his jeans, reach in, and pull out his massive cock. His thighs bunch as I explore his length.

I don’t know if my efforts equate to three strip teases, but I enjoy every intense moment as I lick, suck, and stroke him until he loses control and releases in my mouth. After I swallow every drop, he pulls me into his lap and worships my mouth with his. When he pulls away, sets me on my feet, and tucks his cock back into his jeans, equal parts satisfaction and disappointment spear through me. I brought this massive, deadly man pleasure.

The only thing that could’ve made it better would be if I’d found my own release. But the heat pulsing through me is also addictive enough for me to forgive him.

It isn’t until I check my reflection that I realize I’m chewing a massive wad of gum.

He tucks me under his arm and heads to the curtain.

“Wait, I need to change back into—”

“No. You’re wearing this dress—the oneyouchose—for the rest of the day.”

He flings open the curtain. The attendant gives a covert yet knowing look. Embarrassment steals my argument.

After paying and taking the bag containing my old dress, he leads me back to the car.

I like the dress even more the longer I wear it. The hem teases an inch or two above my knee, giving me enough fabric to feel flirty yet not worry about revealing too much.

Giorgio settles into his seat and pushes the hem higher to grab my thigh. Torn between oversensitivity and wanting his hand to wander, I bite my bottom lip and stare blankly out the window until he tucks me against his side.

I doze without meaning to, so when the vehicle stops, I jolt awake and check the clock, afraid he drove around in circles again to give me time to sleep, but less than five minutes have passed. My head throbs and the world spins.

Maybe sex isn’t for me. I mean, I love it and want more of it with Giorgio, but what if my body sees it as stress instead of pleasure?

Sadness roars through me. A life without sex seems way too pathetic. I can understand why some people become addicted. When Giorgio kisses my knuckles, I sigh and tell myself to stop being so morose.

He opens his door and warns me not to get out on my own. I nod and study the area.

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