Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
My first inclination is to say no to the La Perla. My wedding night is not going to require sexy lingerie.
But just because Nico won’t be seeing it doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy wearing it.
“I’ll take them both,” I say. After all, every woman deserves a nice piece of lingerie.
“Would you like to try it on before my assistant wraps it up?” Magda’s eyes twinkle as she hands me the set.
On the hanger is a white satin and lace bra, a matching thong, and a suspender belt.
Yes, I would like to try it on very much.
Inside the luxurious dressing room, Magda helps me out of my bridal dress and hands it to her assistant who quickly takes it away like it’s a newborn.
“I leave you to try on the La Perla.” Magda smiles as she hands me a pair of silk stockings. “To complete the look.”
“Thank you.”
She goes to leave.
“Magda,” I say her name. “I really am sorry about being so late.”
She pauses in the door.
“I designed that dress to look stunning. You’ve made it extraordinary. Thank you.” She smiles, and it’s warm. “I’ll be out here if you need me.”
As I dress, I take my time, handling the expensive lingerie as if it were a fragile piece of art. I pull on the satin panties and secure the suspender belt around my hips. I slide on the silk stockings, enjoying the silkiness as it glides up my leg, and clip each one to the belt.
The bra is easy to put on and fits perfectly around my ample chest, and when I check my reflection in the mirror, I feel a rush of satisfaction.
Magda was right. The La Perla set is stunning.
I look and feel the sexiest I’ve ever felt.
I brush my hand over the white satin bra that barely contains my nipples, and they tighten.
Something about wearing beautiful lingerie is empowering and sexy, but I have never felt it until now, standing in front of a mirror in this flawless mix of satin and lace.
A commotion in the boutique draws my attention away from the mirror. It’s Nico, and he sounds like a storm whipping through the dressing rooms.
“Where is she?” his booming voice commands.
I roll my eyes in the mirror. Clearly, he knows about this morning’s jailbreak.
The curtain yanks open, and a fuming Nico appears in the doorway. But the moment he sees me dressed in lingerie, he stops, and his wild eyes sweep over me.
Several times.
I think I’ve just discovered my superpower.
“What the fuck?” Lust shimmers in his expression, fusing with his anger. “Are you trying to fucking kill me?”
I offer him a sweet smile. “While the thought is tempting, no, I’m not trying to kill you.”
His uninhabited gaze sweeps over my body again. “I beg to differ.”
I pose so he can see how great my ass looks. I may not be thin and slender, but I don’t need to be. My juicy ass looks great in this silky-smooth thong. And the thighs that I’m a little too critical of because they carry a bit more weight than I want, they look amazing.
And let’s not even get started on how fucking great my boobs look.
Simon once suggested I get a breast reduction because my double Ds make me look fat.
Fuck you very much, Simon.
Nico steps into the dressing room and yanks the curtain closed.
“No please, make yourself at home,” I say, looking at his angry face in the mirror.
He looms up behind me. A powerful force, a muscular frame, eyes that burn with anger and lust and all the things he wants to do to me while I wear this lingerie. It doesn’t scare me. It excites me.
He spins me around to face him. “You deliberately defied my orders and left the apartment.”
“I’m not one of your soldiers. You can’t order me around like one.”
His fingers grip tighter on my arms. This close, his heat wraps itself around me like a blanket. If that blanket was on fire.
“You defy every order I give you. I’ve killed men for less.”
“Then you need anger management.” I struggle against his hold. “Now let me go.”
He grips me harder, and it sends a wave of heat through me.
His anger rolls off him. “Not until you understand how much is at stake here. You’re about to be my wife, and my enemies won’t think twice about getting to me through you. You need protection, and I can’t do that if you keep fucking running away from me.”
“You drag me into this life and force me into a marriage I don’t want and then expect I won’t resist being locked up like fucking Rapunzel?”
I’m yelling at him, yet why am I so fucking turned on?
It’s the lingerie, my rational brain whispers.
Which is a lie.
It’s the deep, consuming passion rolling off Nico that makes my pulse race and my thighs clench with anticipation.