Page 183 of Property of Necro
Shaking his head, Rot tsks me. “I’m not tellin’ you that.”
“Why?”
“’Cause you could be biased.”
“Why would I be biased? You’re all mine.”
“I promised them I wouldn’t tell you.”
That’s not it.
“You made a bet, didn’t you?” I arch a brow.
Clutching his heart, Rot gasps dramatically. “How dare you. Why would we do such a thing?”
Lips twitching in amusement, I roll my eyes. “How much?”
“It’s not for money. The winner gets first dibs on our wedding night.”
“Seriously? You bet on who’d get to fuck me first?”
Rot winks and flashes me a downright sinful grin. “Hell, yes, we did. You’re a hot commodity.”
Smiling at his ridiculousness, I shake my head and turn around for him to help me out of the lace, body-con dress.
Dress three is a stunning Gothic—black, long, sheer, and dripping in intricate lace, with a plunging neckline straight to my navel. Millions of buttons trail down the back, and it takes Rot ages to fasten each one. It’s a perfect blend between dress one and two—sexy and revealing, but also classy.
Sweeping my hair over my shoulder, Rot kisses just below my ear. His hot breath wisps across my skin, sending shivers down to my toes. “This is the one.” He nips my earlobe and backs away to snap dozens of photos. “You’re a smoke show. So, fucking sexy.” He grips his cock and shoves the erection down the inside of his pant leg.
I blush, twirling like a dark princess.
Rot kneels and waves me over. “Put your foot on my leg and pose,” he orders, patting the top of his knee. Doing as I’m told, I smile for one, then frown for the next, puttingon a show with my pouty bottom lip. I swap from sinful and sexy to kissy faces and crossed eyes. Rot laughs carefree as I have fun with our photoshoot until he’s satisfied.
Getting up off the floor, Rot stands beside me and scrolls through the images. “What do you think?” he asks, pausing on the sillier ones.
My pale skin and red hair complement this dress beautifully. The others, though lovely, aren’t me.
This one is.
“This one’s yours, isn’t it?” I ask as he pockets his phone and undoes the billion buttons down my back so I can take the dress off.
“Actually. It’s not. But it’s the best choice.”
“Oh. Whose is it then?”
“Guess.”
Pausing to think, I hum. “The purple one was Coffin’s,” I confirm, looking over at the dark purple draped over the end of the bed. “The white one was yours. This one’s Necro’s, isn’t it?” I ask as the garment slides down my hips and pools around my ankles. Rot picks it off the floor, rests it over the bed, and turns to me.
“Why do you think mine was the white one?” He runs his fingertips down my arms to my hips, where he stops and pulls me to him.
Staring up at my handsome future husband, I loop my arms around his neck. “Because you don’t care who sees me naked. Coffin would lose his mind if I wore that in front of the brothers, and Necro would never pick white.”
A broad smile splits Rot’s lips. “You’re right.”
“About all of them?”
“Yeah. But we’re keepin’ ‘em all. If you won’t wear thewhite dress to our wedding, you can wear it when we fuck you.”
