Page 94 of Vendetta Vows

A private show meant only for me.

"Mr. Dragunov, regarding the beadwork..." Lauren drones on about pricing options.

"Whatever she wants." My voice comes out rougher than intended.

Aurora's fingers work slowly at the buttons trailing down her back. One by one, they come undone, revealing more of her skin with each release. She catches my gaze in the mirror and holds it, a wicked smile playing across her lips. The dress loosens, slipping forward just enough to expose the curve of her shoulders.

Fucking tease.

"And the rush fee for alterations would be?—"

"Money is no concern." I can't look away from Aurora as she eases the gown down, the fabric grazing her breasts before she catches it.

She's doing this on purpose. Holding the dress against her chest while letting it drop in the back. The sight of her exposed back and hips has my cock hardening against my slacks.

When she finally lets the dress fall to her waist, my throat goes dry. She stands there in nothing but a delicate lace bra, her nipples visible through the sheer fabric. The heat in her eyes matches the fire coursing through my veins.

"While I have her measurements, are there any other requests you might have?" Lauren asks.

I clench my jaw as Aurora turns slightly, giving me a better view of her profile. The swell of her breast. The tantalizing curve of her waist.

At Lauren's question, I let my eyes drift back to the mirror where Aurora stands half-dressed, looking at me with unbridled desire.

"How many dresses can you make for my bride?" The question forms before I even consider it. Aurora deserves every luxury I can provide. Every gown I can drape her in. Every piece of silk and lace I can tear from her body.

Lauren blinks rapidly. "Well, I suppose as many as you'd like, Mr. Dragunov. We could create an entire custom collection for her if you're willing to."

"I am."

My attention remains fixed on the mirror. Aurora's fingers trace the edge of her bra, teasing along the lace before sliding down her stomach. She turns slightly, giving me a glimpse of her hip as she runs her hand along her thigh.

Myzarechkaknows exactly what she's doing.

When she bites her lower lip, looking at me with those innocent hazel eyes that promise nothing innocent at all, my restraint nearly shatters.

"Ms. Brooks," I say without looking away from Aurora, "why don't you and your assistant go speak with my housekeeper Daria? I'm sure she can arrange some refreshments after all your hard work."

"Of course, Mr. Dragunov. That's very kind." Lauren sets her measuring tape and pins aside and waves at her assistant to follow. "We'll be just a moment."

I wait until I hear the door close, counting the seconds, listening for the fading sound of footsteps down the hallway. Once I'm certain they're gone, I move toward the partition.

Three steps and I'm through it, standing before Aurora who waits for me in nothing but her lingerie and a smile that holds all the confidence of a woman who knows exactly what she wants.

"Bad girl," I murmur.

Aurora's skin glows in the soft light filtering through the windows, catching on the hollow of her throat, the dip of her waist, the gentle swell of her hips.

The contrast between her delicate underwear and the raw hunger in her eyes is intoxicating.

"You're not supposed to see your bride in her wedding dress before the wedding," Aurora says, her voice teasing. There's no embarrassment in her stance, only confidence radiating from every inch of her exposed skin.

I take a step closer, drinking in the sight of her. "You're not in your wedding dress,zarechka."

A flush spreads across her face, traveling down her neck to her chest. My fingers itch to trace its path.

"Do you remember what you said to me at the club?" she asks, her voice dropping lower. "About whether I'd hit my quota for being bad for the year?"

I remember everything about that night. The taste of her lips, the feel of her against me, and the moment we were interrupted.

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