She laughs. “You realize most of these dresses are worth thousands of dollars each?”
“Yeah, I just don’t like dresses.”
“Too bad, because they suit you.” She returns to the rack and plucks out a teal blue ballgown with a huge skirt that puffs out from the waist. “Do you mind if I wear this one?”
“Definitely not. Have it for all I care.”
She laughs. “You’d look beautiful in this too, you know. I think any dress you wear you’d look stunning.”
I smile at her, shaking my head. I’ve never had female friends, not close ones anyway. It feels a little odd but also good to talk with her so freely like this. For the first time in the three weeks since I arrived here, I feel almost happy.
Mia gets into the dress and does a twirl. “How do I look?”
“Like a million bucks,” I say.
She laughs, but a booming voice cuts the laughter short. “What are you doing in here, Mia?” Massimo looks irritated as he stands there, eyeing her.
“I’m helping my sister-in-law pick her dress for tonight.”
Massimo’s attention moves to me, his eyes dragging slowly down my dress and then back to my face. “And why are you wearing one of my wife’s dresses?”
I step forward. “Because it doesn’t suit me, so I told her she could have it.”
His eyes narrow. “It was my gift to you. Mia has plenty of dresses.”
“So you expect me to leave a dress I’ll never wear rotting away in a closet?” I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him. “I’m not a spoiled, rich brat who wastes expensive things like you, Massimo.”
A muscle twitches in his jaw as he clenches it.
Mia clears her throat. “I had better get ready.” She slips out of the closet, leaving me at the mercy of my husband.
Massimo crosses his arms over his broad chest and leans against the doorway, watching me like an animal waiting to pounce on its prey the moment it moves.
I swallow hard, which draws his eyes to my throat. They darken as if remembering a memory of his palm around it like a fucking collar last night. Massimo loves choking me during sex and I can’t say I’m too opposed to it, either. It turns me on like nothing else does. It’s been tense between us ever since our wedding night one week ago whenever we’re alone together. Within minutes, we’re clawing at each other’s clothes like a couple of horny teenagers.
“Did I give you permission to give away your clothes?” he asks, his tone so cold it sends a shiver down my spine.
I shake my head. “No, but I would have never worn it, so it seemed a waste when it so clearly suited Mia.” I cross my arms over my chest. “She’s family, so why does it matter?”
He stalks toward me and backs me against the mirror behind, caging me in with his arms on either side. “It matters because I bought them for you, princess. And every fucking dress in here suits you, you would look gorgeous in a fucking black trash bag.” A muscle in his jaw twitches as he looms over me. “But I like you best with nothing on.” He kisses my neck and I moan, instantly turned on by the prospect of him fucking me. “Unfortunately, we don’t have time as we’re going to be late for the Fundraiser.”
I shudder in disappointment as he moves away from me, undressing himself and leaving me lusting after his muscular, naked body. “Are you sure we don’t have time?”
He glares at me over his shoulder, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. “Sorry, princess.”
I hate that I want anything from him after what he’s done and my cheeks heat at being the one to act disappointed. Pushing my embarrassment aside, I walk out of the closet into the bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom to check my make-up. After fixing it a little, Massimo appears behind me in the mirror, dressed in an impeccably tailored black tuxedo that somehow makes his eyes sparkle.
He turns something over in his hand, drawing my eyes to it.
“What’s that?”
The flash of his eyes scares me as he closes the gap between us, pressing the hard length of his cock into my back. “A toy, since you were so disappointed that we couldn’t have fun.” His hands lift the hem of my dress and I tremble as his fingers skate over the sensitive flesh between my thighs.
I grab his hand and stop him. “What kind of toy?” My eyes narrow as I watch him in the mirror.
“No questions.” He pulls down my panties and shoves the toy into my pussy roughly, making me groan. “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you tonight, princess.”
My stomach churns as he pulls out a small remote control and then presses a button, sending a pulsing vibration right through my core. “Fuck,” I breathe, jolting forwards at the sudden intensity of pleasure against my clit and inside of me. “You can’t be serious?”
That cruel smirk twists onto his lips as he watches me with dark eyes in the mirror, keeping me trapped against the sink with his body. “Deadly.”
I swallow hard and claw at the sink. “You are going to make me look a fool.”
Massimo grabs the back of my neck, forcing me to stand upright against him. “You could never look a fool, princess.”
I glare at him. “Not even while you edge me to climax in a room full of people?”
His lips touch the edge of my earlobe and he murmurs, “When you climax is when you are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen you.”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, hating the way my body responds to his touch and his voice and everything about the evil son of a bitch behind me. His cock twitches against my back and I moan, wishing he’d just stop playing with me and fuck me before we go.