Page 64 of Mafia Kings: Dario

…pulled it up on both sides so at least my front was covered…

…and slowly pulled off my underwear and let it drop around my ankles.

Then I let go of my dress and let it fall down to my knees again.

I couldn’t look at him as I did it. My face was blushing bright red, and my entire body trembled in fear.

“Step out of them,” he said, his voice husky. He no longer sounded angry.

I glanced up at him.

There was something else in his face now as he stared at me:

Desire.

I began to breathe harder, my chest rising and falling, as I slowly stepped away and left my undergarments on the floor.

I thought of our kiss the night before, and suddenly I felt a growing heat between my legs.

But I didn’t think tonight would end with only a kiss.

Which both thrilled me…

And terrified me.

He walked over and got right up next to me.

“Pull your dress up to your thighs,” he commanded in a low voice. “And look at me while you do it.”

I stared into his dark, terrible eyes as I bent over and slowly pulled up my dress to my thighs.

His hand reached down and grabbed the hem of my dress.

“Please – ” I said, frightened –

“Be quiet,” he said, his voice a low growl.

I closed my mouth, though my lips quivered with fear.

He watched me, and I stared at him…

And I felt his fingertips graze the inside of my thighs, light as a feather.

“Oh,” I half-gasped, half-whispered.

“Has anyone ever touched you here before?”

My mouth was dry, and I could not speak. All I could do was shake my headno.

“So I’m the first,” he murmured.

His fingers slowly traced their way up the inside of my leg.

I whimpered in fear and shame.

The fear was understandable.

The shame came from letting a man do this to me –

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