Page 60 of Shattered Illusion

Cool air wafts from the AC unit above our heads as we slip inside, greeted by thousands of lacy underthings. I bite my free fist with only one thought in mind. I want to see Bailey in every single one of them. It does make me wonder if she’d be opposed to trying some of these on for me. Probably. But a demi can hope.

I lift my goddess from my shoulder, slowly lowering her feet to the floor, letting her body slide down mine. My cock starts to harden at the feel of her lithe frame against mine, and she shivers in my arms as goosebumps prickle her skin from our close proximity. It’s amazing to know she’s just as affected by me as I am of her.

My hands land on her shoulders and I spin her around, letting her see exactly what I did when we walked in. Her breath catches, and I’m sure if I was looking down at her, I’d see that pretty blush overtaking her cheeks again.

“After you.” I swat her ass again, getting her going.

She grumbles something that sounds suspiciously like pushy demigod under her breath, but she starts moving regardless, her fingers trailing over the delicate lace garments on the racks.

There’s no denying that Bailey is stunning. Every beautiful item in this store pales in comparison to her. And it’s not like she needs any of these things to be sexy. She could make me hard wearing nothing but a potato sack. Even better, though, would be her wearing something of mine. I’ll have to remember to bring her a hoodie since she loves them so much or even a T-shirt she can sleep in at night. Something to embed my scent into her skin.

I stay back, keeping my distance while she peruses, not wanting to overwhelm her with my presence while shopping for something so intimate. Every few minutes, she stops and holds up something before putting it back while bypassing other tables that don’t draw her attention.

The pile in my arms grows immensely larger the longer we’re here, and I’m just waiting for her to turn around and see what I’ve done. Everything she’s touched has made its way into my hands, the need to spoil my mate overriding every other sense.

“Is there something I can help you with?” an obnoxious voice calls before she comes around one of the racks, stopping Bailey in her tracks.

“Oh. No, thank you. I’m just looking around. I’ve never been in here before.” Bailey’s words are light, sweet even, tinged with a little awe.

“Well, listen here, missy. This isn’t somewh?—”

This bitch.

I clear my throat, fusing my front to Bailey’s back as I wrap an arm around her chest, pulling her into me. The lady’s eyes widen comically huge, and her pissy frown morphs into a large cat-like grin when she sees the pile in my other hand.

“Oh, Mr. Luka. How wonderful it is to see you!” Sure it is. What a fucking cunt. “If you’d like, I can take those up to the register while you finish shopping, or I can grab one of the personal shoppers to help.” She beams up at me like me stepping foot in the store is the greatest thing to ever happen.

“Take wha—” Bailey trails off before she snaps her head up to look at me with her brows in her hair. “Luka. What’s all this?”

I grin down at her. “Everything you’ve touched, goddess.” Did I puff out my chest in pride? You can bet your sweet ass I did.

“Lu, you don’t… I mean… I don’t…” She's so goddamn adorable when she’s flustered.

“We’ll take these.” The scowl the sales lady was just aiming at Bailey disappears in a blink, and I’m tempted to toss the things on the floor and walk out of here. It’s these pretentious types that really piss me off. And she’s nothing but a lowly witch anyway. If she had any idea who was in front of her—and I don’t mean me—she’d be on her knees begging for forgiveness for her shitty fucking demeanor.

“Are you sure these are the right size?” The bitch looks Bailey up and down, wrinkling her nose. “They look a little small for her size.”

Is this bitch for real?

“Excuse—”

“It’s okay, Lu. I got this.” Bailey places her hand on my chest, staring up at me as a small smirk tilts her lips. She winks before looking back at the sales bitch. “You know what? You’re right.” What? “They aren’t the right size. I actually need one size down. There’s no problem replacing all of those with the right size, right?”

“No problem at all. Let me just go grab one of our sh?—”

Bailey raises a hand, cutting her off. “You,” she emphasizes the word, “have no problem doing that for us, right?”

The sales lady sputters but finally relents, going on her way to replace the at least twenty-five pairs of panties I’d picked up.

“What are you doing, goddess?”

She snickers as she glances up at me. “You’ll see.”

Well, now I’m intrigued to see what she has up her sleeve.

Fifteen minutes later, the harried saleswoman comes back, every single pair replaced with a smaller size. The smile she gives us doesn’t reach her eyes, but there’s no mistaking the money signs I see there. That pile of lace alone is at least a grand’s worth, and she’d make one hell of a commission on them.

“Okay, Mr. Luka. All replaced with the correct size. Right this way, and I’ll get you rung up.” She motions toward the cashier’s desk, but neither Bailey or I make a move to follow her.

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